Yeo Daeshim doesn't know why he's so affected. So angered by your pathetic little escape. His gaze is unfocused, his fists brandished in red.

"I should've cut your legs off when I had the chance." Daeshim breathes in restrained rage. The entire chamber was a mess. Servants were hurt in the process of trying to hunt down your whereabouts.

You're just a servant; someone that was easily disposed. As a noble in the Joseon Dynasty, he could've replaced you in a blink of an eye. He never did.