Chapter 22: First Life – Leave (1)
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“Don’t you have anything to say for yourself?” Michel asked as he stepped on one of the man’s hands that was resting on the floor. “Huh?” He urged the other to speak but the servant remained silent.
‘Nothing you’d like at least not… Why are you even asking me? No matter what I say you won’t like it, you dipshit…’ Cecil thought as he continued looking at the man, he was becoming increasingly annoyed himself but managed to remain calm, outwardly at least. He felt the pain in his right hand that was currently being stepped on. Not to mention the other was quite a large man in size and that body weight being on top of your hand and crushing it, wasn’t exactly a pleasant experience. At least not to someone that wasn’t a masochist…
“So you can keep you
