BRAK! BRAK! BRAK!
“Your Majesty, please calm down!”
In Trish’s room, Rion smashed the table and chairs and other things that were there to vent his frustration and embarrassment.
Brak!
He slammed a wooden chair until the leg broke, and he threw all those things on the wall as he remembered the maids laughing loudly when they saw him climbing, then falling in Trish’s arms.
Offff!
He let out a rough sigh. After venting his frustration, he felt relieved. Trish, who saw the king release his anger like a madman, was tense, thinking that Lucifer would appear. Thankfully, his worry didn’t happen.
After a few seconds of catching his breath and calming down in silence, Rion looked at Trish, who was staring at him silently.
“Don’t get married,” he said, much to Trish’s surprise.
“What?”
“I said don’t get married. It’s an order!”
