"Don't, don't kill them..."
Louis's voice trembled, low and pitiful, how heartbreaking it sounded.
Joshua chuckled: "But they made Louis scared, didn't they? Butler..."
His tone rose, as though he held the power to pronounce judgment on the fate of those slaves right then and there.
Louis instantly threw himself at him, clutching tightly onto his clothes: "No, don't, I'm not scared."
A lie. His whole body was clearly shaking, like a frightened cub—how pitiful, Joshua thought.
He sighed theatrically: "Alright, since Louis has begged me so sincerely, if I refuse, I'd truly be cruel. Begone."
The latter, of course, was meant for the slaves. They scrambled out of the garden, terrified that lingering any longer might offend Joshua's eyes and make him change his mind.
Joshua grinned with delight, just about to savor Louis's tear-streaked face when Athena's cold voice suddenly cut in:
"Joshua, what are you doing?"
Joshua shuddered, nearly falling off his chair.
