Roac looked completely caught off guard by my threat, and for a second it looked like he was going to explode with anger. However, when he looked me in the eye and noticed that I was not joking, whatever words he was about to spit out of his mouth suddenly died in his throat. In the end, all he managed to muster was to let out a loud harrumph that fooled no one before turning toward Rhea, saying, “Your friend is quite the rude fella, isn’t it?”
As expected of a stereotypical bully. He was too intimidated to challenge me again, so he vented his anger on his “weak” niece instead. Too bad for him, Rhea was impervious to his veiled insults today. “It can’t be helped. You’re clearly incapable of holding a polite conversation,” she responded coldly.
“You…”
Roac was lost for words yet again. H
