Love At The Wrong Table

“Perish! You’re all going to perish!”

Yosef’s eyes darkened, his demeanor shifting into a sinister aura, transforming him into something otherworldly.

Abellyn shivered in fear.

Blake finally understood that a dark force inhabited this man, explaining his eerie presence.

“Go, you wench! Run!” Blake snapped, urging Abellyn to flee for her life.

Yosef lunged at her with a broomstick!

“D*mn it!”

Blake couldn’t stand by as Abellyn faced danger, so he bravely stepped in to shield her from Yosef’s attack.

However, Yosef’s agility surpassed his own, allowing him to swiftly evade Blake and position himself in front of Abellyn.

Abellyn was so frightened that she almost wet herself, quickly turning and running away!

She knew all too well that this man intended to take her life!

Yosef aimed to strike a fatal blow at her back, determined to erase her existence!

But in a crucial moment, Blake intervened, deflecting Yosef’s broomstick with his nunchaku, granting Abellyn a chance to flee!

seizing the opportunity, Yosef delivered a finger

felt a searing sensation in his abdomen, as if it were on

then retrieved his sword from the house and thrust it towards

Blake leaped out of the window and fled for his life, unwilling to engage in further combat!

can’t believe this scoundrel actually turned the tables on me. I refuse

me! Somebody,

a panic, her cries for help echoing through

a bad person. Instead, they were

towards her, his voice thundering, “Where do you think you’re

“R… Ryder?”

of color, trapped in a desperate predicament.

man, truly follow me all the way here from

must he persist? What did I do to deserve this, besides

end

his

some time ago, the dynamics of their argument still felt familiar to

“G-Go to hell!”

him, using his wheelchair as a shield against the approaching Yosef, and then dashed away without looking

young swordsman, but dealing with this aged adversary might be within my grasp.

a scream echoed

help but turn around, only to witness Ryder being impaled through the

“What… is happening…”