"You lied to me kid."
These words reverberated in the room, and they carried a threatening tone that could not be ignored.
Simon however was calm, though several calculations and simulations were going on in his mind.
"What do you mean?"
Ormon's grin widened, then he chuckled.
"Still trying to act like you're ignorant, boy?"
A flicker of anger and irritation flashed in the four eyes of Ormon, and the tension in the air between them increased.
However, Simon was not pressured in the slightest and he kept his cool.
"You seem pissed, and you'll have to tell me why you're pissed so that I can understand. I don't have the ability to read minds."
Ormon chuckled with a wide grin, then he pointed at the wall that was edge of the bed.
Simon looked at where Ormon was pointing at, and his pupils constricted the moment he saw a sword resting on the wall.
"Now, you told me some sob touching, ball scratching, and absolutely rubbish story about why you don't use the sword."
