Crash… crash… crash…
The room was completely destroyed from every side. Shards of glass were scattered everywhere, and the large table had been smashed into pieces. You could say that everything in the room was utterly ruined…
"What are you doing, Kar? Pouring all your anger onto the furniture won't help you at all."
Kar suddenly stopped, standing motionless amid the wreckage. Glass crunched beneath his feet, his breathing was heavy, and his hands were still trembling with rage.
He slowly turned around.
He looked behind him toward Ron, who was standing not far away. Their eyes met for several long seconds, neither of them saying a word…
Ron couldn't hold it in any longer.
Then—
he laughed.
"Heh…"
Kar's face twitched instantly.
He said in a low voice, sharp as a blade,
"…What's so funny?"
Ron immediately lowered his head, covering his mouth as he tried to suppress his laughter, then spoke in a broken voice:
"Nothing… just— I just remembered an old joke. That's all."
