Chapter 19 - 18 - It’s Supposed To Be A Romantic Scene
"Argghhh!!"
"Kuargghhh!!"
Whether it was Soldier A, who had been holding Greda's right arm and shoulder, or Soldier B, who had been holding her left side, both of them screamed in agony as a fork—normally used to stab food—pierced their eyeballs.
Their screams weren't the half-hearted kind you'd hear from actors in movies. Their cries were high-pitched, but their voices sounded utterly disgusting, enough to make anyone feel nauseated. But one thing was clear: their screams reflected the sheer pain they were enduring.
Even Boris unconsciously stepped back. His hands gripped the table, pulling the tablecloth as he retreated. Naturally, the food on the table fell as the tablecloth was yanked by Boris's clenched fists.
It made sense that Boris was wide-eyed and stunned. In his entire life, he had never witnessed a bloody fight firsthand. He might be arrogant and cruel, but he was still a caged bird.
However, Lev's focus was not on Boris, but on Greda.
"Are you okay?" Lev asked Greda. "If you can't stand the sight of blood, you can close your eyes for a moment, Nanny."
"... W-what?"
Greda stood frozen as if she was confused by what had just happened.
Why wasn't Lev shocked when Boris ordered his full-armored soldiers to take Greda hostage?