BANG!
"Lewis!"
Elsa, fuming from the interruption amid their serious discussion, saw Sylphy flip the table which fell directly on Lewis's head and felt her heart skip a beat. After all, one of the two people who was crushed under the heavy table was the most important person in her life.
She rushed towards Lewis with all her strength, worry etched on her face. With an eye-opening display of raw strength, she single-handedly threw aside the heavy table, before frantically moving the scattered papers. Suddenly, a shirt collar peeked out from beneath the debris. With eyes full of anxiety, she grabbed the collar and pulled, expecting to see Lewis. However, a frail old man with a pained expression emerged instead.
Seeing the source of all the trouble, though Elsa wanted to blast this old geezer, she restrained herself, remembering his status and past deeds. Instead, she merely tossed him aside like a rag doll and began searching for Lewis, whom she found a few seconds later.
