Rosalia — POV
I almost laughed at the supposed hero's pitiful, terrified, crying face.
Tears and snot soaked his face; whatever little bit of handsomeness he had evaporated, leaving only a repulsive sight.
And that was exactly what he deserved.
All my anger and pain for my favorite villain nearly evaporated.
Not every day is this good; it was a blessing to witness such a scene.
"pftt—" I put my hand over my mouth to stifle the laugh slipping out.
I heard my laugh clearly despite the crowd and noise…
Ah— wait.
It seemed the whole place had gone silent; at some point, every person in the wide space had fallen quiet.
After thinking for a moment, how could they not be stunned after what had happened?
Almost everyone around was Cassel's friend or subordinate.
Since when could the boss lay a hand on his own brother?
He always obeyed every order and whim of that father and son; he never protested. So how could he raise a hand and strike?
