Vol. 2 Chapter 5.4 - The fate flows again

Vol. 2 Chapter 5.4 - The fate flows again



“Oops! What the!”

“Damn it! Who is it?”

“Oh no, Sir Klopp!”

“There are people here!”

The two people lying on top of Klopp wriggled around without any intention of getting up quickly. Not only did they collide heavily when they fell, but while those wretched bastards crumpled him up like a cheap mattress, Klopp pondered to himself.

Why? Why is no one helping him? That wolf bastard had to stay in that perfect place and made us end up here, yet why did these pigs still come here and do this! And why did these pigs, who can’t even get their own offspring, choose today, of all days, to engage in such a mating act! Why here! Why did they have to interfere with this valuable time? And why? Why did I have this stupid idea to come to the concert organized by that damn count and propose here? This is all a curse. It’s a curse.

Finally, the two men rose up. Immediately, Klopp also got up from his spot. Rayfiel, with a worried gaze, asked, “Are you okay?” but Klopp silently moved away from him.

“It’s unfortunate that they’re having a date here.”

“Ah, darn it. We were having such a nice time. Let’s go somewhere else.” Reêad latest novels at noov/e/l/bin(.)com

They tried to leave without even apologizing, and Klopp grabbed one of their shoulders. The person slapped his hand away as if annoyed and turned around to look at him.

“What was that?”

“It’s nothing. Should I call it a wild dog hunt?”

Klopp smirked and grabbed the person’s collar with one hand, forming a fist. And then, he swung his fist, pouring out all the irritation he had to endure today.

“Get up. You should take more punches.”

“Ugh. Stop.”

“Ah! Stop it! You crazy son of a bitch!”

“Sir Klopp! Please!”

Klopp, without listening to the fed-up Rayfiel who was trying to stop him, continued to twist the swollen neck of his opponent so much that his face became unrecognizable, and he swung his fist further. One of them was already half-dead, writhing on the ground.

“If you alphas really wanted to mate each other, you should have done it where I couldn’t see. You shouldn’t have ruined an important proposal.”

“Just how much did you hit them? Tsk tsk.”

“They’re not dead.”

“Did you intend to kill them?”

As the butler threw a sharp remark at Klopp, footmen appeared and carried the unconscious men into the inner room. The butler followed them along with the maid. A maid, holding another first aid kit, approached Klopp and said, “Your hand needs to be treated.” Aelock took the bandage and began wrapping Klopp’s hand tightly. When Klopp groaned in pain at how hard he was wrapping it, Aelock’s shoulders shook.

“You can’t wrap it like that.”

“Shut your mouth.”

The maid looked slightly concerned, alternating her gaze between Klopp and Aelock. But who could break Aelock’s stubbornness? Klopp, the only one who could possibly restrain him, was too exhausted, so he sighed and let it be. Instead, he looked at Rayfiel, who was standing there with tears in his eyes. He was clutching his small chest tightly and sobbing. He felt sorry.

“Rayfiel.”

Even though he called him softly, Rayfiel was startled as if thunder had struck. He quickly closed his trembling lips and wiped away his tears with the back of his hand. Aelock, equally startled, approached him.

“Count, I...”

“Ah, right. Of course, Rayfiel should do it. Oh, yes. Here.”

As Aelock handed over the bundle of bandages, his hand trembled, and the round piece of cloth rolled on the floor. Rayfiel picked it up, and with an anxious look, he glanced briefly at Klopp before turning away. Rayfiel swiftly unraveled the haphazardly wrapped bandage. Then, he turned to the maid standing beside him and asked, “Do you have a cold towel? It seems like we need to compress his hand.”

“Please come to the inner estate. Cold water will be prepared.”

“Thank you.”

Guided by the maid, Klopp and Rayfiel left their seats. As they passed through the entrance of the garden, the silent Marquis and the slightly agitated Count behind them had their gaze fixed on their backs. Aside from the emotional Count today, Klopp wanted to know what the hell was going on with the Marquis.

Although he had vented enough, Klopp still had some fire in him. He clenched his fist tightly, his teeth gritting down. Rayfiel, who was walking beside him with his arm wrapped around Klopp’s waist for support, sensed it and looked up at him with surprise in his eyes. Feeling guilty for continuously scaring him, Klopp forced a smile as he swallowed his anger.

“I’m sorry. I just ruined the whole plan.”

“It’s okay, as long as you’re okay, that’s all that matters.”

Rayfiel didn’t look okay at all, but Klopp didn’t say anything. Instead, he pulled Rayfiel closer, his hand throbbing with pain.

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