"What the fuck are you doing?!"
Raul dodged his brother's punch leisurely with a smile on his face. "Oh, you're here already?"
Aslan glanced at the unconscious Eirlys in Raul's hold and glowered in a low voice. "Bastard, what did you do to her?"
"Are you curious? If yes, then I suggest you not to do anything, or my hand might slip, and something terrible would happen." When Raul said that, he emitted a certain pressure that made Aslan take a step back in vigilance.
Aslan had always found his second brother peculiar and extraordinary, but he did not know he was this crazy. What was he thinking, using his power in broad daylight where anyone could see it? Not to mention, Aslan could vaguely sense that something was wrong with Eirlys. At a glance, she looked like she was just sleeping, but he could not help but think that she was too still.
She was eerily still, like a dead person.
