"Randall, your silence is badly triggering my patience now. Before I snap out, I am asking you for the last time. Tell me, where is Sheoran!!??"
Xanthus's hefty grumble echoed vibrantly inside his room which flinched Randall one more time as he was already pissed off inside with Noah's irresponsible nature. Though he had strictly ordered him to come back to the castle before evening as if somehow he was sensing this kind of problematic situation might arise once Prince Xanthus regained his consciousness.
But now he was being left all alone to deal with Xanthus on his own. However, serving him for over two decades, Randall was aware that Xanthus wouldn't be able to hold his temper until Noah returned to the castle.
So before letting Xanthus outside who might cause a rampage by losing control over his temperament, he decided to endure the flare of his wrath alone.
Randall quietly kneeled in front of him and placed his sword down on the ground.
