"I am not your maid, sir."
Julia decisively stepped back just as he reached his grubby hand towards her.
The knight, irritated, said: "I am a VIP at the Crimson Feast. In this manor, I am entitled to any service... How dare a mere maid like you defy me."
Drunk, consumed by desire, willingly fallen.
Saying this, a burst of silver light covered the black-haired knight's arm, a force gathering within it. He abruptly reached out towards the maid.
Slap!
However, this time, the hand bathed in silver light abruptly stopped mid-air.
A display of overpowering strength.
A G arm, grown out with a gigantic, horrifying eye on the arm, forcefully pushed the knight's arm back.
Gazing at such an inhuman arm mutation, along with the concentrated dangerous aura emanating from beneath the bird beak mask, made the knight sober up significantly.
"Oh!? You're also a VIP at the Crimson Feast, are you? I'll remember your aura... I'll 'take good care' of you at the feast..."
