Chapter 118: The Best Suplex in The World (1/2)

‘Oh damn, not good’ was written on Angora’s face the moment he saw the carriage.

Even so, he was just one step behind and unable to escape.

Meanwhile, no one opened the door for the girl inside the carriage—Horan Faust, the Silver Eagle Duke and his retainers had all their attention seized by Joe’s richly rhythmic chest muscles jiggling. That being said, it was logical that they could not react immediately because not even they had seen behavior so crazy, while inside, the girl couldn’t bear sitting around awkwardly, and therefore opened the carriage on her own, lifted her skirt, and stepped out.

“Greetings, Uncle Horan.” The girl curtseyed at the Silver Eagle Duke while he finally recovered, before generously greeting Angora. “Long time no see, Angora.”

“Long time no see, Kinley,” Angora replied with a troubled look.

“Greetings, young lady of the Ainsworth family.” Horan smiled happily like a weird uncle. “It surprised me to learn that you were taken as an apprentice by the great alchemist. Even your grandfather would be proud.”

“It is merely misplaced kindness on my mentor’s part,” the girl replied very graciously.

That was when a handsome youth with blond curls slowly came out of the castle, bowing gentlemanly at the girl with an outstretched hand. “Kinley, you’re even more beautiful than the last time I saw you.”

As a matter of ceremony, the girl should be offering her hand for a kiss as a return of the youth’s greeting, but she seemed unable to see Cecil’s greeting and smiled like a flower instead. “You flatter me, Mister Faust.”

“Just Cecil is fine.” Angora’s eldest brother threw the most discreet of glances at Angora, before curling his lips in a sunny smile that would mesmerize the thousands of underaged girls in Tunaya.

“No, it’s very important to observe formalities.” The girl smiled in return even though she was refusing Cecil’s attempt to bridge the distance.

“Pfft…”

Joe, who was still jiggling his chest could not help sniggering.

Cecil turned to Joe but did not show much expression, while holding his belittling and contempt just beneath his eyes.

“Who are you?” he asked Joe high-and-mightily.

“Just a retainer, sir,” Joe answered cheerfully.

“And what are you before that?”

“An ordinary villager, sir.” Again, Joe answered cheerfully.

“Third Brother, I suggest you pick better retainers because you are a part of the Faust family.” Cecil spoke with the superiority complex of a victor. “Don’t pick anyone you could find, or you’ll embarrass us all.”

“Okay,” Angora replied.

That left Cecil feeling as if he was force-fed feces.

He could have pulled rank as the heir of the Faust family and scolded Angora if Angora had defended himself. Should Angora behave like a yes-man, Cecil would then keep the conversation flowing along to rampantly mock him, boosting his image in Kinley’s mind.