Bab 116: Arlan's Arrival

"You brazen servant, won't you answer?" The Count hunkered down in front of her and gave her a hard slap. "Hah. Aren't you scared of dying? You must be an assassin then, sent to kill my son!"

"If I was, then I would have slaughtered this pig you raised," she sneered. 

Thud!

Count Milton stood up and kicked her kneeling form with more force than earlier, causing her to collapse on the floor, but her mocking sneer and sharp gaze didn't change even for a moment. 

Not only the Count, even his wife and the guards could see the anger and disgust in this young servant's eyes. For some reason, they found her gaze intimidating. If this was not a mere servant kneeling in front of him, the Count would have felt wary of him. 

"Since you are not scared of death, then pay the price of laying a hand on a noble!" 

The angry lord grabbed the sword from one of the guards and pointed its tip towards her neck.