Chapter 30: Festival

Mireille

"A human's perspective limits his vision" Duke Allen says with a wise attitude. No, it doesn't suit him. That attitude. It doesn't.

"No matter how beautiful you are, my gaze only falls at the seemingly flat board chest..." he whispers with his flirtatious tone.

"Huh!?" I yell, questioning his answer. My hand is itching to punch that drop-dead handsome face, yet, I must resist.

But that's too much to ask for. I power my legs, aiming at his handsome face, I thrust my kick with full strength at him. If everything goes according to my plan, his radiant face should be having a fresh bruise on his face.

But my plan fails miserably when he effortlessly thwarts my kick and shoves it away with strength. It catches me off-guard, making me stagger in my stance. Losing my balance, I trip and fall on my behind.

"Ughh" I groan, annoyed at my failed attempt.