"So you knew. When did you realize it? Had it been a while?"
Ysabella asked, her eyes staring at him without any joy.
Unfazed by her sudden change in demeanor, Kaiser stared into the distance with a hint of melancholy in his eyes.
"From the start, your mask was imperfect. Something too deliberate that it had become unnatural. Do you think I wouldn't see through that?"
Ysabella's body trembled from his words, a feeling of anger and hatred rising within. Imperfect? Her mask? Her personality as a sweet angel? That was something she had been steadily crafting, enduring, and perfecting for years! How dare he call it imperfect like it were to some joke?!
Filled with cold wrath, she walked up to him and threw a straight punch towards his jaw.
"Kneel."
Her body lost control, and she obediently fell to her knees. Looking down at her, Kaiser's neutral smile disappeared, replaced by a cold expression.
"Oh? You're approaching me?"
