Kapitel 68: Sounds like fun

Before Asmus could register what was going on, he was pulled back and flung toward the wall by Lily, crashing hard against it.

His spectacles skidded across the polished marble floor, coming to a rest at the base of a regal, ornate vase. Asmus's eyes darted around in confusion, the blurriness only adding to his disoriented state. With his neatly slicked and barely hanging hair now disheveled with his prim-and-proper butler outfit wrinkled, Asmus resembled a baffled owl caught in a surprise snowstorm.

His shocked blue eyes mirrored his dazed bewilderment. His tall, lanky body lay sprawled on the floor, limbs akimbo as he groaned, attempting to gather the scattered fragments of his dignity.

"Oooo... that must have hurt!" Tristan winced at the impact but was immediately drawn to the approaching footsteps.