Chapter 60: Are You Going to Run Away By Dying? (5)
Suvide certainly came to understand that a single punch could say more than a hundred words. He realized that neither his status as head butler of a noble family nor his old age could stop Keter’s fists.
“This letter looks familiar, doesn’t it?”
Suvide nodded when he saw the letter Keter held out.
“It seems that my mother is the one who wrote this letter. Who delivered it? Surely it didn’t just magically appear on the patriarch's desk, right?”
There was no way a letter for the patriarch of a noble family could have been delivered directly. Numerous procedures and checks would have been involved. Above all, the patriarch didn’t have the time to look over trivial letters.
“It’s possible my mother personally came here to deliver the letter. If not her, then someone would have. Tell me who it was.”
“...I guess even a rascal like you longs for a mother’s embrace, it seems.”
Thwack!
“It really pains me, you know. I should respect the elderly, yet here I am assaulting one... Since you’ve caused me such heartache, you’ll have to feel even more pain.”
Suvide had learned something through Keter’s beating: though all his senses had dulled with age, it seemed like his pain sensitivity had only heightened. Despite being hit with a blunt fist, the pain felt as if a stake were being driven straight through him. He endured the excruciating agony, not even able to scream.
Then, Keter finally stopped punching.