The Arrival of the D'Aurelius Family
Steffan froze.
Then...
His face rapidly darkened before turning a deep crimson.
The veins on his forehead bulged violently.
His clenched fists trembled.
Compared to the open defiance shown by Yana Tyson and the others...
Cheery's words struck directly at the deepest humiliation of his life.
It wasn't merely an insult.
It tore open a wound he had desperately tried to bury.
Behind him, several members of the Twelve Earthly Branches exchanged puzzled glances.
Wet his pants?
What did she mean?
Their brows slowly knitted together.
Could it be...
The once-proud Martial Art King of the Farlands had actually embarrassed himself so completely after returning to Valemont?
For the first time, doubt flickered across a few of their faces.
Steffan noticed those subtle expressions.
His breathing immediately became heavier.
Every look directed toward him felt like silent mockery.
Every second felt unbearable.
