Bab 59: Baldy the Beast!

Hugo stormed through the mansion's endless hallways, muttering curses under his breath. "Sanchez! You absolute clown! Why did you even call me if you were fine? I should've let you faint for real! I could've been—" 

He stopped himself, realising what he was about to say. "No, I should have been with her right now! Ugh!"

His shoes clacked against the polished marble floors as he continued his rant. 

"All that precious time wasted listening to his dramatic nonsense… and for what? For him to faint, fake-die, and then spring back up like nothing happened?!"

His mind drifted back to the gorgeous girl waiting in the room. "Please, oh gods above," he began to pray, his voice theatrical, "let her still be there. I promise I'll... uh, donate ten silver coins to charity or something." 

He scratched his head. "Okay, maybe five. But she has to still be there. And untouched!"