"Why are you here?"

Calvin's face became very ugly, and although the man under his knees was now unusually docile, Calvin still vigilantly increased his efforts to control the other party.

His fingers were sunk into Vigilli's overly soft hair, and his knees could feel the pulse in the man's body.

The cold sensation spread from his fingertips to his knees and finally soaked his entire body.

"Do you think I'm an idiot?"

Calvin tugged at the corners of his mouth, baring his canine teeth like an animal threatening his enemies.

A few minutes ago, he had never doubted Vicilly, even if the other party was as incompatible as the cross bar, and the innocent and soft temperament in him was so natural. And Calvin must admit that it is like loving a flower raised in a greenhouse, and it is precisely because of such an expression as Virgili that he did have an unconscious soft-hearted heart when he treated each other before.

He liked the softness of Virgilli's tempered by a life of luxury, in a sense, it represented a good life that Ricgarvin had never had, and never would have.

Now, however, Calvin felt sick to the sight of the overturned beef on the ground, and Vigilli's previous voyeuristic stalking.

Or rather, he was angry at his stupidity.

The man had noticed him since he had returned from Dr. Holden's funeral, and yet he was naïve enough to think that Virgilli had really seen him for the first time.

"Premeditated, right? What the hell are you trying to do?"

He held Vigilli's head down and slammed the latter's head against the dirty, hard floor.

Virgilli's skull made a dull thud on the floor, and Calvin was sure that his forehead would swell in a moment, and then the damn creature would have a headache and nausea from the concussion.

But Virgili didn't even send out □□.

The young man was like a pathetic goldfish out of water under Calvin, and he was quiet except for a faint resistance at first.

His thin lips were closed and he didn't make a sound.

"Say!"

Calvin's temples throbbed at Virgil's silence.

"What did you do -- what did you do to Georgie?! What about Billy? Did you hurt Billy?"

“……”

Vigili remained silent.

Calvin's fingers forced, roughly, pulling Virgilli's face toward him.

"Don't think I can't deal with you, you like that-"

Calvin interrupted his questioning again, as he was shocked to see the wet marks on Virgil's face. That's right, soggy.

Vigili was crying.

Large tears poured down his cheeks from his eyes, his nose turned red, and his eyes took on a wonderful deep purple color from the moisture.

Moreover, Vigili was trembling, he was shaking like a small animal that had been violently beaten.

“……”

Vicili's tears grew even more fierce after Calvin's gaze, and his lips trembled, but he said nothing but a few hoarse "ho-ho" sounds.

Calvin stared at the man and he began to feel strange.

Vigilli's appearance was not so much that he was silent, but that he was ...... All his actions were like saying, and he couldn't make a sound.

Calvin, of course, remembered Vigilli, who had sworn that he had no language barrier just last night, but now he seemed to have been robbed of his voice.

If Calvin hadn't seen Vickyl yesterday, he would have really felt ...... Vigilli is a mute.

At least, he performed very realistically.

Calvin couldn't even resist looking at Vigilli, the man he had knocked down was undoubtedly the innocent and shy little Mr. Snack, and Calvin couldn't forget his brown hair and impressive eyes in such a short time.

"All teasing comes at a price, and you'd better speak up yourself before I force you to speak. ”

Calvin said coldly.

Victor winced, and he cried even harder.

"Woo-"

He desperately opened his mouth, and the voice he made was overflowing with obvious unease and grievance.

On a hunch, Calvin knew that Virgili wasn't lying. His brow locked together. Calvin's upbringing was filled with hardships and pains that ordinary people could not imagine, and his intuition undoubtedly helped him a lot during this long life...... In fact, his instincts were never wrong.

But the current state of Vicili is too unbelievable.

Becoming mute overnight was not too difficult to do, what really puzzled Calvin was Virgilly's temperament, those personality traits in him had completely changed, and the man he was now holding back from beginning to end had no resemblance to Virgilly in temperament.

There was a strange twist in him.

Calvin hesitated for a long time, and he finally let go of Virgilli.

"You'd better explain it to me. ”

He said.

Virgili looked at Calvin with tears in his eyes, and a purple bruise soon appeared on his forehead. Then, he raised his hands and gestured at Calvin in a complicated manner.

[I...... Not Vigilli. 】

Virgili said, gesticulating.

[My name is Histu.]

"I don't mean it badly. 】

[I have only come to serve you, my angel highness]

10 minutes ago-

The moment Calvin stopped, Vigilli, who was hiding behind the security door, was already aware of the fact that Calvin was aware of him.

He let out a grumpy sigh.

[I think Calvin already sensed us—]

He screamed sadly in his consciousness.

[Then before he is really sure of us, hurry up and leave and so on.] 】

"Fuge" replied coldly.

[Leave? What are you kidding, I'm just-]

Before Virgili could utter his protest, a huge, cold soul suddenly squeezed towards him.

It was a soul with a metallic scent.

Vigili only had time to scream.

[Damn, it's the madman - Fugg, Fugg! It's Heath - damn it, he squeezed me out - oh my god......]

Before being completely swallowed up by consciousness, Virgili only had time to issue a few warnings.

But no one answered him.

No one.