Chapter 281
Her hand had been strongly pushed away by a violent flick from Theressa. And the heat from its impact immediately became visible to anyone’s eye.
It had truly been unexpected.
The unnoticeable sound Marianne essentially ruled had made it so none of the men could react in time... Almost. For one did intend to react, yet hurtfully restrained from it. Aware that his force would unable Theressa’s permanent use of her revolting hand, and consequently would harm a future with his beloved.
’..... My Lady’s... hand.’ — Enormously enraged by having to restrain his deathly force to the point she would be hit... Zeleskiaz... Broke his hand’s little finger, instead of Theressa’s limb. For the rage could not be held back without provoking injury.
Infuriation summoned the hazardous red, that one thirsty of blood in his eyes, that at this time sowed unbelievable hatred towards the Lady’s capricious Sister.
"...."
The noise of a slap, however, had not only brought an eerie silence but also an insurmountable weight upon any skilful shoulders, born from the frustrated wrath of the Crown Prince.
Vitor immediately turned to the Prince. Ready to unsheath his weapon. Aware that such aura was a sign of imminent demise.
However, the knight noticed.
’... This man... He is dismembering himself right now.’
The waves of slashes, the furious turmoil ongoing in his vessels... were harming his own body and core to restrain Fenrir’s beastly violence.
It was abhorrent to the specialized aura of Vitor to witness the war ongoing within the Crown Prince. Nevertheless, it was just as admirable and inspiring, for he could see... That the tremors Zeleskiaz’s aura usually provoked... Were in the least frightening, in comparison to this flow that invited the atmosphere to halt any sound, movement or time in his presence.