Chapter 2010

Alfred frantically waved his hand, cradling his stinging cheek with the other. He was overwhelmed with humiliation and on the verge of tears. He had been the one in control earlier, and now he was reduced to kneeling and begging for forgiveness. "Where is she?" Perseus demanded, dragging a chair forward. It was clear that Alfred was living the high life. Having returned to Ebrea, Alfred had acquired a grand, ornate chair, placed it on the golf course, and spent his days lounging in the sun like a king. "I-I have no idea," Alfred replied as he lowered his head, shaking it helplessly. "Oh? You're refusing to cooperate, huh? Very well, then," Perseus said as he narrowed his eyes slightly. "You! Get over here!" Perseus slightly turned around and gestured dismissively to Davy, who was kneeling rigidly before him. "Did you call for me, Mr. Caitford?" Davy quickly approached Perseus, looking at him with anticipation and admiration and putting on a flattering, lickspittle appearance.