Ruel chuckled and reached out his hand to touch Daphne, but instantly witnessing his wrist fall to the floor before his eyes, he raised his head to see none other than Luthiel looking at him with no tinge of expression on his face.
He glanced at the bloody sword in his hand and looked at his chopped-off wrist, which had fallen to the floor, tainting it with blood.
A deep frown emerged on his face, and he straightened up to look at Luthiel.
He narrowed his eyes at him and began to examine him while his chopped-off wrist grew into a new one.
"Who are you?" He questioned.
"Don't let your filthy hand touch her," Luthiel warned, not bothering to reply to his question.
"Ahaha! What?" Obviously flabbergasted, a look of amusement emerged on Ruel's face. "Who do you think you are to talk to me like that?" He asked, and Luthiel turned to look at Daphne.
