"Young Lord, what… happened to you?"
Aster didn't hear what Ramuja said, he pressed Ramuja's hand with his boots even harder. He didn't even hear Ramuja begging for forgiveness. There was nothing but simple desire, a desire to ruin, because he felt disappointed of him.
It was something that he didn't understand, but he followed his instinct anyway.
'Why do I need to use logic here? All your actions are illogical.'
'Or maybe it's just me who is being stupid…'
Ramuja winced in pain, but he stopped begging because Young Lord wouldn't let him off anyway. Then, a silhouette appeared behind Young Lord and with one movement, Young Lord instantly fell unconscious. He fell into Jain embrace. Jain checked Aster's breath and was finally relieved when he found that Young Lord's breath was stable.
He glared at Ramuja, then scoffed, "I knew you can't be trusted, filthy slave."
