—-!!!!!
He screamed without a sound. Nangong Jin dropped to his knees right there and buried his head in the floor.
“Gkk… nngggghh!!”
It must have hurt badly; he couldn’t even make a proper sound. The way his body trembled was impressive.
While I stared down at him—
“Young Lord Baek…!!”
Mihyoran, startled, ran toward us.
“What… what are you doing right now!”
Looking at the collapsed Nangong Jin, Mihyoran spoke, and I casually dusted off my hands.
“Can’t you tell by looking?”
Why ask the obvious.
“I’m stepping on him.”
“…No…!”
I was stepping on Nangong Jin. A simple and optimal answer.
“You call that an answer…! What are you going to do about this! Why did you come out!”
Mihyoran sounded unconvinced.
“If you’d just stayed inside, it could’ve been resolved…! Why create a misunderstanding?”
“A misunderstanding?”
I snorted a laugh. When I did, Mihyoran faltered.
“Ah. This is annoying.”
The words slipped out unfiltered.
At my tone, Mihyoran gave a small shiver.
I pushed my hair back. The irritation surged—not at Mihyoran, but at Nangong Jin.
“Hey.”
Tap.