Arthur stared at Thalia and Willard, who were bound, with a grim expression. He then turned and looked at the two other youths sprawled foolishly on the ground. Finally, he threw a brief glance at the cell where Arvan was held.
His brow furrowed, and his heart boiled with anger and, at the same time, discontent. Just as he was about to say something, the bound recruit interrupted him excitedly.
"My lord, thank the heavens you're here. Look what this beast—" the recruit suddenly paused and quickly changed his words at the last moment. "Lady Thalia attacked us and the guards, my lord. Please do something about it."
Though he tried to remain calm, Willard was glaring at Thalia, wishing for a rational explanation for what had happened. But his anger only lasted a few moments. As soon as his eyes fell on her massive chest and the fluff barely concealed by her torn clothes, his cheeks turned red, and he remembered the moment he collided with her.
