"How dare you be so insolent? My Young Master is a son of the Di Malvento family, whom you serve. What gives you the right to defy him?"
As Rocco sulked in despair, Ragar suddenly spoke in a voice laced with pure menace.
In the blink of an eye, Ragar had moved.
When Rocco snapped his eyes open, Ragar was already standing directly in front of Yori, pressing the tip of a short knife against the guard's throat with terrifying precision.
Yori tilted his head back slightly but showed no signs of fear.
Instead, he met Ragar's glare with a composed expression, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"However, the one who holds the most power in the Di Malvento family right now is the acting head, that's Young Master Sylas."
Despite the knife at his throat, he remained firm in his words.
Impressive.
But still… Yori didn't get it.
He hadn't realized yet that Rocco wasn't just some clueless little runt.
