"Haha… Aren't you only 15-year-old?"
There was a slight smile on Aldrich's face. The sound reached Meuric's ears, and his face became pale again. Aldrich had yet to shake this overgrown boy's hand, but as he used Rumok to pass those words, Meuric's hand dropped, as if lifeless.
Meuric staggered back, and his lips quivered, seeing Aldrich's innocent smile, which looked like an evil grin. The young boy couldn't possibly find any reason for Aldrich to know about his actual age. Even if he had let out his genuine emotions, this wasn't a fact one could derive from his tears and blabbering.
"What… Mr. Tudor, Haha! Haha… ha…"