Pah—!
A gnarly sound of a slap resounded in the room.
Many assumed that Liebert would have a problem with Rex, but to their surprise, his hand landed across Aksa's face. It wasn't a courtesy slap, either. It was a hard one. And that slap caused one side of Aksa's face to become puffy. Bruised.
"Eh…?" Aksa reached for his burning cheek and slowly turned to Liebert. "What are yo—?"
Pah—!
Another slap hammered across his face, doing the same to his other side.
In the next moment, Liebert increased the intensity. He kept mercilessly slapping Aksa on the face. He didn't say a single word despite Aksa demanding an explanation. Even as Aksa began to falter back, he advanced and kept going.
And when Aksa fell to the ground, Liebert started stomping without a care in the world.
Aksa was practically begging for him to stop. Squealing in pain. But Liebert didn't heed any of that.
Because of one spoiled brat, the High Lord's reputation was tainted, and he couldn't forgive that.
