Roy just looked at that scene with a cold and detached look, like whatever was happening in front of him, had nothing to do with him. Like he had never seen that beauty that was being beaten up.
There was no trace of emotion on his face, positive nor negative, there was nothing. It looked like he was just watching some disgusting scene by the side of the road, with no intention of intervening.
That beauty seem extremely pitiful at that moment, as she unconsciously turned her head towards Roy with a pleading look, but she found nothing.
No emotion whatsoever!
That made her extremely bitter in her heart, as she understood that she had lost the care of this man for all her life.
Perhaps this piece of shit could act tough in front of her and pretend to be the leader of the group, but deep down in her heart, this bastard wasn't even able to hold a candle to her true Master.
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