.𖥔 ݁ ˖₊˚✩.𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ᰔᩚ.ᰔᩚ ⭑. ݁ ˖₊˚✩.𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑
CH 124
Robin Heinz was surprised to see the Mad Dog of Lechen. As he turned to consider the Prince, he saw an equally confused look upon his face. Bjorn was staring at him, head tilted.
“Hello Heinz,” Bjorn said quietly, “I’m meeting with you again?”
At first, the soft tone of Bjorn’s voice and his warm smile seemed friendly, but as Robin tensed, the maid that was sat at the end of the couch moved away to safety.
I once offered gentle warnings, but now you just repulse me.
Bjorn chuckled as he dismissed the maid from the parlour. Heinz was reminded of the previous year, when he had been humiliated.
The footsteps of the maid faded away and Bjorn leisurely approached Heinz, as if not seeing him, or as if he was approaching a friend, but loomed over him to prevent him from standing.
“Hey Heinz, do you have any special attachment to this room? Do you get upset, or even angry, when you come here?”
“Get out of my way,” Heinz growled.
“That’s rude,” Bjorn said, “I asked you a question.”
“What does it matter to you?” Robin did his best to hold back his anger, but it was a battle he had no chance of winning.
Bjorn responded by simply maintaining a steady gaze, leaving Robin to wonder what was going on in his mind. Robin tried to return the stern gaze, but he was not as bold as Bjorn.
“It’s not like that, really, the girl, she tried to seduce me first.”
“Really?” Bjorn said calmly. The idiot said the same thing about Erna.
Bjorn could vividly recall last summer and the crude remarks Robin had drummed up about Erna, but Erna had always smiled so sweetly and stuck by Bjorn’s side. She put up with so much and was always worried for him, even if she was intimidated by such garbage.
Bjorn smiled as he recalled her waiting for him at the end of the bridge. She didn’t have any plan, she thought she would bump into him again if she just waited there. She told him that she felt like she would always be waiting at the end of the bridge for him.
Looking back, Erna was always waiting for him with a smile on her face and a twinkle in her eyes, like the lights that lined the Abit River.
So he thought she was fine. Bjorn smiled and closed his eyes, he always thought she was fine because she was always smiling so sweetly. When he opened his eyes again, Bjorn was back to being devoid of emotion, leaving no indication of the retrospection.
“Where are you doing?” Bjorn said calmly as Robin tried to scurry around him.
Robin didn’t hesitate and hastily ran away without looking back. Despite being drunk, he managed to get away far enough to hide himself behind a column.
Bjorn chased after him at his own pace, with long, confident strides, becoming more and more focused as he went.
Robin tried to flee again when Bjorn caught up with him, but Bjorn kicked a foot out from under him and Robin fell to the floor with a sickening crunch. Bjorn towered over him with an expression of ruthlessness.
“What the hell is wrong with you, you madman,” Robin bellowed.
“What’s wrong with me?” Bjorn laughed, “you’re what’s wrong with me.”
“W-what?”
“Every time I look at you, my anger rises, it bubbles up the surface and boils over and all I can think about is punching you right in your disgusting face, just like how you indulge in your disgusting habits every time you come here.”
