"Hey, you!"
Max jumped back in shock, retreating out of the range of Sylas's sword. It was already a situation where no excuse would work.
A string of curses popped into Max's head, but there wasn't even enough time to spit them out.
'Run!'
The job and everything else didn't matter anymore. If he didn't flee immediately, the knights would capture and kill him.
Just as Max was about to open the door, a teacup flew from Sylas' hand.
Crash!
"Oof!"
The teacup struck Max's head, shattering on impact and causing him to stumble. In that brief moment, Sylas darted out and blocked the door.
"There's no escape!"
'Damn it...!'
Max barely managed to regain his senses, biting his lip as he stepped back. Now, the only escape route left was the window behind him.
After a moment of hesitation, Max turned, sprinted, and threw himself toward the glass.
Smash!
"Argh!"
