Vol. 2 Chapter 5.4 - The fate flows again

Oops! What the!

d.a.m.n it! Who is it?

Oh no, Sir Klopp!

There are people here!

The two people lying on top of Klopp wriggled around without any intention of getting up quickly. Not only did they collide heavily when they fell, but while those wretched b.a.s.t.a.r.ds crumpled him up like a cheap mattress, Klopp pondered to himself.

Why? Why is no one helping him? That wolf b.a.s.t.a.r.d had to stay in that perfect place and made us end up here, yet why did these pigs still come here and do this! And why did these pigs, who cant even get their own offspring, choose today, of all days, to engage in such a mating act! Why here! Why did they have to interfere with this valuable time? And why? Why did I have this stupid idea to come to the concert organized by that d.a.m.n count and propose here? This is all a curse. Its a curse.

Finally, the two men rose up. Immediately, Klopp also got up from his spot. Rayfiel, with a worried gaze, asked, Are you okay? but Klopp silently moved away from him.

Its unfortunate that theyre having a date here.

Ah, darn it. We were having such a nice time. Lets go somewhere else.

They tried to leave without even apologizing, and Klopp grabbed one of their shoulders. The person slapped his hand away as if annoyed and turned around to look at him.

What was that?

Its nothing. Should I call it a wild dog hunt?

Klopp smirked and grabbed the persons collar with one hand, forming a fist. And then, he swung his fist, pouring out all the irritation he had to endure today.

Get up. You should take more punches.

Ugh. Stop.

Ah! Stop it! You crazy son of a b.i.t.c.h!

Sir Klopp! Please!

Klopp, without listening to the fed-up Rayfiel who was trying to stop him, continued to twist the swollen neck of his opponent so much that his face became unrecognizable, and he swung his fist further. One of them was already half-dead, writhing on the ground.

If you alphas really wanted to mate each other, you should have done it where I couldnt see. You shouldnt have ruined an important proposal.

The acc.u.mulated frustration since entering the estate, anger towards an inexplicable hostility, and the restlessness that had been bothering him all merged together, completely overwhelming Klopps rationality.

He knew he didnt need to be this angry and trampling. But strangely enough, lately, hed found it hard to contain his anger. When an indescribable emotion surged to the top of his head, he felt like hed die if he didnt vent it in some way, and most of the time, it ended with someones sacrifice. Usually, he swung his cane at the bottom, but today, his opponents were just two unlucky alpha guys.

As his fist struck forcefully, the opponents nose broke, and blood gushed out. Klopps fist wasnt unscathed either, and it would probably be difficult for him to grip a pen properly tomorrow. Thats why he usually used his cane, but now he didnt have it, so there was nothing he could do. His fist was already covered in blood.

Later, when the limp opponent let out exhaled ragged breath, blood spurted onto the enraged alphas face. Right next to him, dangling on the strong arm that held his opponents throat, Rayfiels face was also splashed with red blood, and in his tender heart, he rushed to Klopps aid in a panic. However, Klopp didnt spare any attention to him. Rayfiel cried and asked what was wrong with him, and Klopp glared at the opponent who was whining and begging, pouring his anger into his words.

Shut your filthy mouth, you dirty alphas who f.u.c.k with each other. Otherwise, youll spend your whole life eating soup.

The opponent trembled in fear and shut his mouth. After giving him a few more punches, Klopp pushed the unconscious companion, who had been groaning, aside. Unable to escape, the two were pinned down and pa.s.sed out. It started with personal anger and annoyance, but now it had escalated into intense disgust for the s.e.xual acts between alphas.

It was the worst manifestation of debauchery. Klopp couldnt understand how alphas or omegas could engage in such disgusting behavior. It had become a casual affair among the decadent aristocracy to avoid creating children they couldnt be responsible for, or because theyd fallen in love with a heroine from a vulgar novel they could barely call literature, or because theyd been seduced by the myth that it was awesome. Even when they had spouses, they would enjoy it as a one-time thing, sometimes also having an affair.

But the disgust Klopp felt now wasnt because he was particularly prudish from a social or moral standpoint. As he punched until his fist hurt, Klopp realized where his recent restlessness and impatience had originated from. At the same time, he also realized the cause of his current anger. It was his self-hatred.

The person who was dominating his rationality at the moment was the one who played the violin with a pale complexion as if he could collapse at any moment. Why did that guy keep coming to his mind?

Everything was annoying and unnerving to him, but as soon as the thought that Aelock might have feelings for Rayfiel crossed his mind, what he felt wasnt jealousy of Aelock, but it was jealousy towards Rayfiel. There was no point in denying it. He wanted to quickly propose and firmly establish the relations.h.i.+p between them, to cut off any feelings that shouldnt or couldnt exist. But Klopps plans had been disrupted by an unexpected intrusion.

He dusted his swelling fist and cursed. His jacket was already wrinkled, and there were probably bloodstains here and there, Martha would probably scold him. He loosened his tie a little as he tilted his neck and wiped away the strands of hair that fell during his one-sided beating. He sighed deeply while looking at the sky. Even with the light of the lanterns, it wasnt enough to find the small ring. He shrugged and scanned his surroundings. Rayfiel was nowhere to be seen.

Rayfiel?

Where did he go? I need to find him. I have to find the ring right away too. He must have been surprised. Ive been careful on purpose.

Klopp kicked the unconscious alphas and patted his surroundings in the dark shadows. He needed the ring. It was a mess, but he had to finish the proposal somehow.

In the meantime, he heard several people approaching. Klopp half stood up and turned around to see the astonished host, the butler, and his tear-stained lover, along with the wolf b.a.s.t.a.r.d whose presence and reason for coming were unknown. The startled Count, with wide eyes, exclaimed in an unusually loud voice.

What have you done?!

I was teaching some manners to those rude b.a.s.t.a.r.ds.

A pale-faced Aelock ran up and grabbed Klopps hand, who shrugged nonchalantly. Then, with a stern expression, Aelock said, Youre hurt. He was almost on the verge of tears.

Its nothing.

Nothing? Look at your face covered in blood!

Its not my blood.

Aelock glared at Klopp and was about to retort, but Marquis Wolflake, who came here for unknown reasons, spoke up.

He looks fine. But those two over there dont look fine at all. Can we just leave them like that? It could potentially lead to a major violence scandal.

The butler was the one who responded. He instructed another maid who had just arrived, Get a doctor. Bring the first aid kit, bandages, clean towels, and water. Move quietly. Then he approached the two victims. The butler first wiped the blood from ones nose with a handkerchief and checked his pulse.

Just how much did you hit them? Tsk tsk.

Theyre not dead.

Did you intend to kill them?

As the butler threw a sharp remark at Klopp, footmen appeared and carried the unconscious men into the inner room. The butler followed them along with the maid. A maid, holding another first aid kit, approached Klopp and said, Your hand needs to be treated. Aelock took the bandage and began wrapping Klopps hand tightly. When Klopp groaned in pain at how hard he was wrapping it, Aelocks shoulders shook.

You cant wrap it like that.

Shut your mouth.

The maid looked slightly concerned, alternating her gaze between Klopp and Aelock. But who could break Aelocks stubbornness? Klopp, the only one who could possibly restrain him, was too exhausted, so he sighed and let it be. Instead, he looked at Rayfiel, who was standing there with tears in his eyes. He was clutching his small chest tightly and sobbing. He felt sorry.

Rayfiel.

Even though he called him softly, Rayfiel was startled as if thunder had struck. He quickly closed his trembling lips and wiped away his tears with the back of his hand. Aelock, equally startled, approached him.

Count, I

Ah, right. Of course, Rayfiel should do it. Oh, yes. Here.

As Aelock handed over the bundle of bandages, his hand trembled, and the round piece of cloth rolled on the floor. Rayfiel picked it up, and with an anxious look, he glanced briefly at Klopp before turning away. Rayfiel swiftly unraveled the haphazardly wrapped bandage. Then, he turned to the maid standing beside him and asked, Do you have a cold towel? It seems like we need to compress his hand.

Please come to the inner estate. Cold water will be prepared.

Thank you.

Guided by the maid, Klopp and Rayfiel left their seats. As they pa.s.sed through the entrance of the garden, the silent Marquis and the slightly agitated Count behind them had their gaze fixed on their backs. Aside from the emotional Count today, Klopp wanted to know what the h.e.l.l was going on with the Marquis.

Although he had vented enough, Klopp still had some fire in him. He clenched his fist tightly, his teeth gritting down. Rayfiel, who was walking beside him with his arm wrapped around Klopps waist for support, sensed it and looked up at him with surprise in his eyes. Feeling guilty for continuously scaring him, Klopp forced a smile as he swallowed his anger.

Im sorry. I just ruined the whole plan.

Its okay, as long as youre okay, thats all that matters.

Rayfiel didnt look okay at all, but Klopp didnt say anything. Instead, he pulled Rayfiel closer, his hand throbbing with pain.

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