Alexander Bluerose walked away from the cafeteria alone after that man showed up. He gritted his teeth in frustration as he wiped the sweat on his forehead.
'What was that?'
He couldn't understand what had happened. His body suddenly started shivering, and cold sweat poured out from his body. It was like he was in the face of a large monster who could eat him whole and leave his body decomposing slowly inside its stomach.
'That was… scary. What the hell was that?!'
Walking toward the desolate garden, he sat under the pavilion where no one was there. He didn't want the others to see his pitiful state right now. He even told his lackeys to leave him alone.
The weak had no right to look up at the strong. But the strong had the right to look down on the weak. Currently, Alexander was weaker than that scum—the one whose origin was lower than even a commoner.
"That fucking orphan!" He gritted his teeth and clenched his fist tightly.