As soon as Noah scowled aloud at him from behind, Randall paused his footsteps and emitted a heavy sigh, before he turned around to face him. He saw Noah's pale cheeks had turned reddish in anger, and he was breathing heavily while shooting daggers at him through his glare.
"You brat, do you have a death wish or what? How dare you raise your voice at me?" Randall scorned back, frowning his sharp brows.
However, Noah still didn't seem affected by his grumpy response and walked a few steps towards him, while gawking intensely into his gaze. "Lord Knight, apart from His Grace, do you really not have anyone for whom you wish the best? Do you not want to do anything for their sake? Have you never felt conflicted like this?"
His dark eyes wadded big at Noah's curt question, leaving Randall speechless for a brief while. His throat was choked with an uneasy suffocation, and he felt his chest getting a bit tight.
