Oh, he was mad mad.

The kind of mad that made the entire Fortress suddenly very busy. Guards who usually loitered around found urgent patrols to attend to, clerks who had nothing to do suddenly remembered a very important.report that needed filing. Even Sigewinne, who usually loved pushing his buttons, decided it was best to stay out of his way.

And as for you? Yeah… you also wanted to run the moment you heard the thunderous slam of his hand against his office desk.

You barely had time to react before his voice—low, controlled, but absolutely brimming with restrained frustration—cut through the air like a whip. The usual warmth in his tone was gone, replaced by something that made the hairs on your arms stand.

Wriothesley was a composed man, rarely letting his emotions get the better of him, but when he did get angry? It was felt.

You knew exactly why, too. You had done something reckless—again. And judging by the way his icy gaze locked onto you the moment you turned to flee, you wouldn’t be getting away so easily.