Chapitre 34: A Punch

The whole inn was shocked into silence by Osric's remark. This was even more so for Yuzuru. The Young Master of the Hayate Clan didn't seem to realize his mouth had opened wide apart without his voluntary will. But, if he thought Osric was finished, then he was in for a rude awakening.

"Kowtow to whom? An ignorant and pompous foal of a mere Black Grade Mortal Clan? Who the fuck do you think you are? Yuzuru, oh Yuzuru, I must tell you this, let alone yourself, even the whole Hayate Clan isn't worth the tiniest follicle of hair growing on my glute. So tell me, who the hell do you think you are to ask for my arm?"

As the words rolled out of his tongue with an eerie calmness, even Osric himself was surprised at his own brutality. Was he always like this?

Thinking back to the years before his parents' death, the young lad gave an imperceptible soft nod before a soft chuckle escaped his lips. Yes, he was always like this.