That voice was particularly evocative.
The bodyguards turned beet-red without realizing it!
Finally, as the sky turned to dawn, the stone chamber's door opened.
Having listened all night, the bodyguards perked up to see, expecting their young master to stride out full of vigor. Instead, they saw their young master emerge from the chamber with panic in his eyes, legs seeming to weaken, nearly causing him to stumble.
This...
"Young Master!"
Lucas steadied himself in time, facing the puzzled looks of his bodyguards, he said coldly, "Get back to your own business."
"Yes, Young Master!"
Inside the stone chamber, Yigol Foster curled up in the corner of the bed, fiercely biting into the quilt with his teeth: his integrity, his integrity, oh!
Had he actually been overpowered?
Moreover, had he been cruelly mistreated!
"Lucas, damn it, don't let me out, or I swear I'll chop you up and feed you to the dogs."
But wait!