Fueled by indignation, Ray lunged forward again. "I'll do more than just touch you! How can someone so weak push me away?!"
Sure, Darius was silent most of the time. However, that didn't mean he would let some random kid touch him.
And this chubby kid even called him a brat! At first, Darius was going to ignore it, but this time...
The two kids dressed in proper noble attire were now crumpled into a ball as they held onto each other.
The silent hall erupted into disarray.
Darius struggled with all his might, his tiny hands shoving against Ray's face. Ray, stubborn as ever, tried to wrestle him into submission.
It was at this moment that Earl Eldritch walked back in.
He stood there blankly staring at the sight in front. He had only left for a few minutes and even ran back here.
Could someone tell him how things had resulted in ... this?
His son was sitting on the ground ... Ah, no. His brat was actually sitting on Lord Darius!
