Withered

The old man's hand gripped the leather armchair's armrest with incredible strength, almost cracking it… his eyes, just like before, were widened, this time not because he was surprised… no, the information still hadn't properly reached his brain.

He was more… annoyed, to the point of being enraged.

His aura, which had been perfectly controlled and managed up till that point, even when he was faced with really strong emotions felt as he reunited with his grandchild, began leaking out of his body… it wrapped around the things all over the room, even trying to grapple onto Hans… if felt strange, reassuring, and terrifying at the same time.

But what shook Hans the most was none other than the old man's face…

He looked enraged… why?… was it because he hadn't got the chance to get his revenge? Was it because he couldn't kill her with his own hands?…

No…

It felt like a much deeper anger than that.

"Why so agitated?… didn't you want her dead?"