Third Person's POV
For a moment, the entire hall froze in shock.
Amelia gasped and her eyes went wide with disbelief while the knight's only visible eyes showed the slightest flicker of surprise.
Virelle, however merely curled her lip in disgust and spat venomously,
"Back off, you ugly, perverted freak."
Before the disoriented young master could even comprehend the insult, another ruthless slap struck his other cheek and sent his already-dazed form crumpling to the floor like discarded trash.
At last, the silent black knight finally seemed to remember his duty and moved.
His towering frame descended as his steady armored hands caught his fallen master and lifted him slightly as his deep, rumbling voice inquired,
"Are you alright, young master?"
The young demon's eyes had gone momentarily blank from the sheer force of the blows.
His pupils rolled back into his skull before they slowly refocused.
