"Crash bang!"
Noises of a fight echoed from the manor ahead, mingled with Henrik's screams of agony. By the time Roger reached the front lawn of the manor, he saw a naked figure crash through a window.
Tumbling through the air, the figure drew a beautiful arc before landing in the fountain ahead.
"What happened? What's going on?"
Roger feigned deep concern and hurried over.
"Good heavens, Henrik, what happened to you?"
"You're badly hurt; who did this to you?"
Henrik lay in the pool covered in bruises and cuts, his face one big bruise. Seeing Roger, his tense expression relaxed slightly.
"Damn it, damn it all!" Henrik grumbled as he stood up, holding his waist.
"Was it Claudia? She's gone too far, even if you're a bit lacking, she can't do this to you. No, I must go talk to her!"
Roger pretended to turn and head upstairs.
"Ah, hold on, it wasn't Claudia; it was her brother, Dilio."
"I really didn't expect Dilio to be that kind of person."
