The youth's whole body trembled intensely; his face paled even more.
"W, What is this?" A primal fear overwhelmed him, and he coughed and held his neck as if someone was choking him.
He let go of Rise's hair, and his body stumbled on the floor, still unconscious and bleeding profusely. The youth could not bother with Rise at this point.
The youth almost kneeled, but he resisted this instinct. Right, the instincts of a noble to kneel before a higher rank than themselves.
Doing so, the suffocating feeling intensified.
"D-amn it." His eyes glared at a distance, wanting to tear this unwelcome visitor. Even if it was a higher-ranking noble than he was, he still disdained them all.
For him, he was far superior to them, someone who could serve a greater existence.
However, deep inside, he was scared.
He wanted to escape, but under the restriction imposed upon him, he could not.
The youth cursed once more. What shit luck.
