The drink fell down his head without any resistance, soaking his head. Not just stopping on his hair, it continued to drip down onto his clothes, also making them wet in the process.
However, Cylius's expression was the same as before, blank. This humiliation, he didn't care. Why should he?
To preserve his status and show others that he isn't to be trifled with?
He simply didn't care about this bullying thing at all. Rather, he even considered this as a seed where he could enjoy later. Later when he beats and cripples them before their own eyes.
The eyes that witnessed in disdain.
Thinking about this, Cylius's eyes shone with a bizarre red light as a rune showed up, resembling envy and wrath.
The two runes oddly combined with each other, wrath's upper piece on the up and sloth's lower piece down. The points twistingly connected with each other, making a strange rune.
