When I expected him to get furious, he laughed heartily instead.
This motherfucker, what's so funny?
"Hahaha! You are not as outstanding as my sister but you surely have a sense of humor. Alright, your naivety makes me feel pity for you… So, I'll tell you this, wake up."
He took a step forward, "His Majesty is only using you. He's using you to lure my sister out because he knows she's away. When my sister comes back, he'll throw you away."
"…"
The four of us–me, Louie, Blondie, and even Bella stared at him with blank, stupefied eyes.
What is this bastard saying?
Does he hear himself?
"Are you… perhaps interested in becoming a novel writer?"
"What?"
"In any case, I would be looking forward to the day Lady Arabella takes the last name Farren. Well, if it ever happens, that is."
The motherfucker's eyes widened with fury, unblinking. He stretched out his hand towards me, reaching out to my neck, "You-!"
'Swish.'
