"Are you blaming my son for your fucking incompetence, you useless, spineless bastard?!"
Lui flinched, his face screwing up like he'd just sucked on a lemon. "
W-what? Me?!"
He wailed, tears streaming down his face like a pathetic fountain.
"Have you lost your mind, woman? He's a damn knight—a royal knight! When he wakes up—and he will wake up—it's the end of us! The whole royal army will be here! They'll chop off our heads! Or worse, they'll send me to the dungeon!"
Artis snorted, crossing his arms.
"You bastard! You fucking sold me, and now you're worried about him?"
Juliana screamed, her voice so loud it could've woken the dead—or at least scared a few rats out of hiding. She tore her hands off Artis, storming forward like a lioness ready to maul a particularly stupid prey.
Lui flinched, his face turning whiter than the knight's exposed ass cheek.
