"I got so worked up over who might have broken in here, but it turns out it really was just the Prides' brat... I was sure that the course puppet was trying to fool me."
Lord Envy furrowed his brows and scoffed, looking over Mason's shoulder and glaring at Cranberry.
The red-haired girl's eyes became ice cold and she clenched her hand on the baseball bat so hard that her knuckles turned white, readying herself to strike...
"You got yourself a strong puppet, but I still don't approve of you being friends with my son."
Lord Envy made a sour expression.
"Must I remind you that even though Prides are still one of the main families, the difference between us is incomparable."
Now it was Cranberry's turn to furrow her brows.
Something about Envy's words didn't match the situation.
Cranberry was about to bust his head open with the glowing baseball bat, and he was treating her like some pesky child caught during mischief...
