Chapter 300 Wilhelm [2]


    I blinked.


    A sword rushed towards my face.


    Instinctively, I kicked the edge of the table.


    The de grazed past my chin.


    The chair I was sitting on fell down as I exerted force on my hands to backflip onto my feet.


    Ufortable fear quickly started to creep within my body as I stared at Wilhelm.


    Like a predator, he was letting out a suffocating pressure that dampened me.


    He let out a low, chilling chuckle, rising to his feet, the sword gripped in his hand.


    "What else was I expecting?" he muttered, his toneced with contempt. "Of course, you''re after my master''s sword art."


    The sword in his hand gleamed as he effortlessly shoved the heavy table aside.


    "Listen to me—"


    "Shut up!" he barked, cutting me off, his voice sharp and brimming with unrestrained anger.


    "I thought you were different from those damned elves, but you''re just like them—demanding my master''s art as though you have any im to it."


    "Calm down, Wilhelm—"


    "Don''t you like to sleep in my ss?" he asked, his smile chilly like a frozenke. "You should be punished for that, right?"


    ''Fuck.''


    I bit my lip in frustration.


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