CHAPTER 890
"What the fuck are you doing here, murderer?!"
Turning around, the couple watched as Finral came stomping forward, his teeth gnashing continuously as he marched past his parents to stand before the kneeling Grey.
The air around the boy crackled with a volatile, unchecked resentment.
"Finral…" Clarice called out softly, her voice trembling with a plea for restraint.
Refusing to listen, the boy lashed out, bashing his leg into Grey's face with all his might.
The force of the kick sent the mage sliding backward on his knees for several inches before he finally came to a jagged halt.
Grey didn't even raise a hand to defend himself.
"How dare you show your face here when you are the sole cause of my sisters' deaths?!" Finral bellowed, his face contorted in a mask of pure agony.
"How dare you actually come back to this place! Who asked you to return? Nobody here wants to see you... not now, not ever!"
