How could this be?!

Lancelot lost to a mere house cat! A chubby orange cat had just defeated the Lutherain’s mythical beast. It’s absolutely ridiculous. Just thinking about it makes Cain livid.

Subsequently, Cain decides to deal with his anger in the best way he can: by destroying the room.

Tables flipped, lamps smashed, and pillows torn apart. If it was in the room, Cain had most likely already either thrown it at the wall, or crushed it with his bare hands.

“How ludicrous…” Cain mutters, his fists clenching so hard that he draws his own blood.

His explosive outburst only halts when he hears the door knob turning.