Chapter 688: I’ll take care of him now
Meanwhile...
Sven paced back and forth in his room, constantly running his hands through his hair and biting his thumb nervously.
"They’re going to investigate," he breathed out. "Did he die? Did he?"
Sven clasped his hair together, his entire body feeling cold and numb as it shook uncontrollably. Last night, after hitting Allen in the head, he didn’t immediately fall. If anything, Allen held on to the railing tightly as he felt dizzy from the attack.
[You... thief. Sir... Atlas... is gonna hear this.]
Sven froze as he remembered the words that had come out of Allen’s mouth after he had been struck. If Allen hadn’t said that, then... Sven wouldn’t have had to resort to a violent course of action.
"It’s his fault that I freaked out," he mumbled to himself, wiping his face as he paced back and forth again. "It’s his fault. All I wanted was to talk — he shouldn’t have followed me. He shouldn’t have been there to begin with."
If Allen had just talked to him and hadn’t threatened him, then Sven wouldn’t have pushed him off like that. They could’ve resolved it. Pushing Allen off the stairs hadn’t been part of the plan, but Sven had intended to incapacitate him so they could talk.
Sven could’ve talked to him and convinced him not to tell Atlas. But Allen was careless. He pushed Sven to the edge, cornering him, and Sven had no choice.
"It’s his fault," Sven mumbled. "If he had only shut his mouth, it would’ve been good for both of us."