“…” Serpina didn’t say anything, but she clearly expressed her thoughts by the icy glare she burrowed into Zich. He probably died a hundred or thousand times already in her mind through all kinds of torture, but Zich didn’t care.

‘She can’t do anything about it anyway.’ No matter how much the other party threatened to harm him, if they couldn’t transfer their thoughts into action, it made no effect on reality. Zich was also not the type to fight another party for their imagination.

“If you understood that, let’s separate now.” Zich took one step back and said, “It seems you really like that chair, so I will lend it to you for a while and take it back later. If you need something to take out your anger on, you can also break it into pieces. I can at least give up a chair for the esteemed Clowon princess, and you can think of the chair as me when you break it apart. Ah, if you want, I could also write my name on it.”

Zich took out a pen and ink as he spoke. 

Lyla gaped in astonishment, thinking that Zich really was one of the world’s best at mocking others.

“…Aren’t you curious about the scheme surrounding the Steelwall Estate?” Perhaps, Serpina had finally realized the position she was in. After looking like she was about to...