Feijadiru didn’t say anything for a while, but it wasn’t because he agreed with what Hans said. He temporarily lost his sense of judgment because he had never been insulted like this right to his face. Soon, Feijadiru recollected his senses, and his face became bright red.

“Y-Y-You bastard!” Feijadiru got up abruptly and his chair dropped to the ground with a loud bang.

“What’s wrong, sir?”

“What? Are you seriously asking me like you don’t know?”

Hans tilted his head and turned to Lara. “Why is he so angry? I don’t think I really said anything that could upset him.”

“Ah, well…” Lara hesitated. The two contrasted each other perfectly—Feijadiru was steaming red in anger while Hans looked at the people around him with pure, innocent eyes.

“I suppose you said something that could’ve irked him a little bit.”

“A bit? Did you just say a bit!” Feijadiru couldn’t believe that after all the offensive insults Hans uttered to him, Lara could describe Hans’ words to be ‘a bit irksome.’ That description alone was greatly offensive to Feijadiru. Of course, it was still nothing compared to what came out of Hans’ mouth.

“That’s strange. I only spoke the truth though,” Hans said.

“What?!”

Lara already knew...