"Are you sad that it didn't affect me? How cruel of you, Archduchess." Barachiel accused the Archduchess of being inconsiderate as he faked a sniff.
Beyond question, the Archduchess didn't take pleasure from his reaction, so she hit him once more. This time, she put strength enough to leave a red mark on his powerfully built right upper-arm. Azra's hit shouldn't be that painful for Barachiel, who was one of the most brawny among his clan, but it was exactly the opposite.
Once her hand made contact with his skin, Barachiel immediately felt a stinging sensation through bones. The pain then developed, becoming like the feeling that his muscles were being twisted dry. The Archduke shut one of his eyes as he tried to ignore the sensation.
"There, you deserve that for being a jest. This is not the appropriate time to be joking." Azra said, crossing her arms thereafter.
"What's that for?! I was just trying to liven up the mood!"
