Third Person's POV
For a mont, the entire hall froze in shock.
Alia gasped and her eyes went wide with disbelief while the knight's only visible eyes showed the slightest flicker of surprise.
Virelle, however rely curled her lip in disgust and spat venomously,
"Back off, you ugly, perverted freak."
Before the disoriented young master could even comprehend the insult, another ruthless slap struck his other cheek and sent his already-dazed form crumpling to the floor like discarded trash.
At last, the silent black knight finally seed to rember his duty and moved.
His towering fra descended as his steady armored hands caught his fallen master and lifted him slightly as his deep, rumbling voice inquired,
"Are you alright, young master?"
The young demon's eyes had gone montarily blank from the sheer force of the blows.
His pupils rolled back into his skull before they slowly refocused.
Saliva dribbled from his slack jaw as a persistent ringing buzzed through his skull.
A splitting headache clawed at his mind and pain flared where the burning prints of Virelle's palms still lingered.
His breath ca in ragged pants as he clutched his throbbing head and struggled to regain his bearings while still half-seated in his knight's grip.
The girls watched this charade with disdain and almost laughed out loud but they didn't as they could sense the danger that the black knight instinctively exuded.
anwhile, Alia had already darted behind Virelle and the other girls.
Her hands clasped tightly over her mouth as she trembled and not from fear, but in barely-contained satisfaction and laughter that threatened to slip from her mouth as she watched the arrogant fool get thoroughly humiliated.
But the peace did not last.
With a violent shake of his head, the young master finally steadied himself and his features twisted into sothing grotesque.
His black eyes went bloodshot with rage and humiliation and they glead with an unhinged madness as he roared at his knight,
"Lance! Strip this slut this instant! I will teach her the aning of obedience and pleasure!"
His words dripped with venom and his voice was laced with a cruel sadistic delight.
A sinister grin stretched across his lips as his gaze raked over Virelle's form with unrestrained lust and greed as he no longer bothered to mask his twisted intentions.
Hearing the depraved filth spewing from the young master's mouth, Virelle's crimson eyes blazed with fury and they ignited like twin infernos.
Rage boiled through her veins and without a shred of hesitation, she unleashed a torrent of verbal abuse upon him.
"You vile, degenerate freak! Worthless, cockless bastard!
I will tear you limb from limb and scatter your rotten insides for the stray dogs to feast upon!
How dare you speak to in such a manner? Do you even comprehend who you are insulting?"
Her words echoed through the hall like crackling thunder and each syllable dripped with murderous intent.
The young demon, however, seed entirely unprepared for such resistance.
His already bruised face contorted as he cycled through a spectrum of emotions—first, shock, then rage, and then finally sothing akin to disbelief.
His expression twisted from red to green to an unnatural shade of purple and one could see the palpable humiliation he seed to be experiencing.
For a brief second, he seed ready to explode.
But then, taking a deep breath, he forced himself into a smarmy and condescending grin as if presenting himself as the bigger person.
"Listen, beauty," he drawled with his voice oozing with vile arrogance.
"I will give you one last chance. Be a good girl and co kneel before .
Crawl onto my lap, beg for forgiveness, and suck my cock like a proper slut. Do that, and perhaps—"
His lecherous words never reached their conclusion.
Virelle's wrath erupted into action before he could so much as blink.
"You can go suck and fuck your cock yourself, you disgusting bastard!!"
With a feral roar, she launched her attack.
Razor-sharp crimson threads shimring with lethal intent erupted from her fingertips and materialized from her.
They danced like deadly serpents in the air and they moved with a terrifying precision as they wove into an intricate web and sealed every possible escape route around the repulsive noble.
Their only intent? To carve him into a thousand bloody ribbons.
But just as the young master's face twisted in terror, the silent knight finally moved.
Present Mont...
Rembering all that, Virelle's rage didn't lessen in the slightest. If anything, the fire within her burned even hotter.
Her blood roiled with the intensity of her unyielding fury as the mory of the filth's words echoed like poison in her ears.
Never in her life had she heard such foulness.
Never had she been subjected to such disgraceful indecency.
And never ever would she allow such a thing to go unpunished.
Her fingers twitched and her sharp threads trembled with a violent anticipation as they itched to flay the bastard alive and piece by agonizing piece.
But she controlled herself and her burning gaze lifted.
Coincidentally at that instant, Ethan moved.
A violent blast of dark wind erupted as he propelled forward at full speed and vanished from his spot in an instant.
To the gathered spectators, including Virelle, he was nothing but a flickering blur of darkness that streaked across the hall like black lightning.
His movent was near-imperceptible like a phantom that defied mortal sight.
In the re fraction of a second it took him to reach his target, he conjured jagged spikes of blood-red ice from the void and hurled them at the dark knight while aiming directly for his eyes and crotch as they were places where no armor could fully protect.
On this, the stationary black knight finally reacted.
Just as the deadly ice shards were about to strike his helt, his figure wavered and then vanished like a specter dissolving into the night.
Only a shadowy afterimage remained and the spikes sliced through it before embedding themselves into the weapon panel behind.
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