"Y-Your Grace—"
"Stand up."
Another cold curt command escaped from him while his fierce dark gaze was locked on his confused self on the ground.
As Kirin saw him make such a scary face, he couldn't bring himself to ask him anything more. Bearing the burning pain flushed on his cheeks, as soon as he stood up, another fierce slap thrashed him down on the ground!
"Ugh!" The intensity of this hit was far greater than the previous ones as Kirin could feel his anger charged through his hits. Quivering in pain, he rubbed his palm over his throbbing cheek as he pleaded, "P-Please…stop it…"
"Stand up, or else I am gonna hand you over to the guards." Keeping his scary dark gaze glued on him, without showing any hint of emotion on his impassive face, Illay threatened him in a gruff voice.
