Despair's Call (pt.2)

"Did you not hear me?"

"I, I'm sorry…"

A little girl was trembling while grabbing the butler's pants. Her small hands were pale, almost white. Her lips kept quivering as she stared at the butler.

Her moist, shaky eyes pleaded with the butler to have any mercy on her. However, the butler stood there without being affected. His stoic face was unchanging until the little girl said something wrong.

"Please, if the young master didn't see me–"

"Are you threatening us, Zefe?"

"N, no!!"

The little girl cried out while taking a few steps back. She gulped and curled on herself, expecting she was soon going to be beaten up.

"I, I swear I, I didn't mean it that way…" she sobbed.

The butler did not care about her excuses. He picked up the whip that was hanging by his waist and swiftly swung it once, accurately hitting the little girl's arms.

"Kyahh!!" the little girl screamed in pain.