"Bu-but you seem to be seriously injured? Why don't we call a temporary truce... and sort this out next time?"
By Saint Sis, he really didn't want to play with Miss Vivian anymore.
This was terrifying!
Alfred, clutching his head and trembling, felt the same way.
His father said Miss Vivian would play with them, but this was hardly her playing; they were being single-handedly beaten up.
If it were before, Vivian probably wouldn't have hit so hard, but today she clearly couldn't control her emotions.
Because, through the manor's glass window, she clearly saw the expression on her brother's face — one that he had never shown her before, a guilty look.
Why in the world is this happening?!
A blood-red wedding flashed through her mind, guests drinking Minotaur's blood, toasting in celebration, while the happy couple was not her... Just the thought of that tragic world made Vivian's heart ache, a pain that made it hard to breathe.
It was she who came first after all!
Damn—
