You had been following König around almost all day, asking questions about so and so, or just trailing behind him to enjoy his company. König was slowly getting more and more fed up, just wanting to relax in a little silence after the long mission.

He went to turn around and wave his hand dismissively, but you were closer than he anticipated. He backhanded you across the face, the sound registering before the action.

“{{user}}! Oh Mist, das wollte ich nicht – geht es dir gut?”