A Direct Confrontation (4)
Prince Sylvain tightened his grip on the small knife and fork in his hand. Although he tried to keep himself collected, it was evidently getting harder to control his expression. The corner of his lips twitched incessantly, threatening to fall into a straight line and bringing out his vicious nature.
He truly wished to strangle the scum who was currently sitting across him. Acting so elegantly despite the maddening words that he had spouted just a second ago.
'What? Exuding hostility while still maintaining your class?' Prince Sylvain couldn't stop himself from letting out a derisive scoff as he eyed the duke grimly. 'You're still nothing but an arrogant bastard who kill for your own benefit!'