With a WHOOSH, a figure flew across the long corridor and slammed heavily against the wall at the end. As he slid limply to the floor, people could finally see him clearly—it was the gentle, handsome young man from before. He sat on the floor, his face ashen, veins bulging on his forehead. His eyes were fixed on the ground, but for the moment, he couldn't get back up, apparently having been struck in a critical spot near his ribs.
Counting the few guests who had "acted heroically" and "voluntarily maintained order for Bliss," this was already the sixth person Bohemia had sent flying.
"Don't force me to use my ability. Get that woman down here, now!"
