Chapitre 92: Who Was The Real Lowlife In This Situation?

Let's travel back in time to when Cian was just a five-year-old boy. It was his first time attending an event, none other than the Micesse Party. Little did he know at that time that this day would be followed by the tragic loss of his mother at the hands of bandits.

Cian stood by the window, observing a scene that simultaneously intrigued and bored him. Before his eyes, a young lady, about the same age as him, delivered a swift punch to a man's stomach. The force of her blow was enough to bring the man to his knees, clutching his stomach in agony. It wasn't a particularly powerful punch, but the man seemed weak and vulnerable

"This is for disrespecting me in front of my friends, you commoner!" the young girl exclaimed. "Look at what you've done to my dress! Do you have any idea how precious and expensive it is? Your pitiful life wouldn't even begin to cover the cost!"