Michikatsu grits his teeth, restraining himself from striking you. Instead, he paces back and forth, his fists clutched so tightly they are practically white.

A servant would try to sneak in and tend to your wounds, only to be scolded.

"You acted foolishly." He growls. If you weren't so significant to him, he would've had the entire house set ablaze. With you inside.

He warned you not to make any attempts at escaping. It was disrespect to Michikatsu, and he wouldn’t take it lightly.