"You are indeed the Manor Lord of Connelly Manor!"
Walter's brow furrowed, aware that Rand was framing him at this moment.
Yet he still offered no defense.
As Rand's words fell, the entire master bedroom of the manor was plunged into silence.
An oppressive atmosphere began to permeate the bedroom.
Until a few seconds later.
Inquiry from Zock began to emerge from behind the curtains.
"Walter, speak about the 'matter concerning the survival of my manor' you mentioned earlier!"
"If your explanation displeases me, you may start to execute yourself!"
Rand's eyebrows rose as he glanced at Walter beside him.
The last time he slapped himself twenty times, it nearly cost him half his life.
So far, the swelling on his cheeks has not completely disappeared.
This time, Walter is to slap himself fifty times...
A sense of anticipation inevitably emerged in Rand's heart.
Hearing Zock call his name, Walter did not hesitate and responded: "Yes, Master Zock."
