Lancelot stood where he stood, gazing at him, not knowing what to do.
"Dad, p-please let him go. You're hurting him," he pleaded in a trembling voice, but Alfonso, who was filled with rage, glared at him.
He turned his head and looked at Vincent, whose face was beginning to turn pale.
"Let him go!" Valerio, whose balled fists were trembling uncontrollably in rage, ordered, but Alfonso ignored him as though he weren't there.
"This is a family issue, your highness. Please do not interfere, or else I may be forced to disrespect you," he stated.
Valerio shifted his gaze to Vincent, whose face had turned completely pale, and in fury, he arrived before Alfonso in the blink of an eye and grabbed his wrist.
The heat from his hand began to burn Alfonso's wrist, and in pain, Alfonso began to cry out, his other hand grabbing onto Valerio's hand to free himself.
