Chapter 122: I Miss!

Hearing what Lyon said made Graff confuse to find his meaning. He looked at the two young misses beside him looking at the floor while their expression was hard to recognize.

"Sir Lyon, I'm sorry, I don't quite get the meaning of your wording," said Graff while smiling wryly.

"I killed him," said Lyon nonchalantly.

"W-what? How did-" Graff's words stuck in his throat as Clemora pointed out at the crater outside. Graff squinted his eyes as a sudden realization hit him like a truck. He remembered seeing the maid expression as he was told that Lyon wanted his presence. It was fear, dread, he clearly saw the maid was shaking from head to toe back then.

"By destroy, you mean.." Graff gulped his saliva altogether with his blood down from his throat. (No way... that crater outside...).

Clemora nodded, "Obiletirate."