"Smack!" A crisp sound rang out.
Lynch hadn't actually used much force, but as a Knight, his strength was still significant. On the other hand, Avery had never enhanced her physical constitution, so this slap landed heavily, enough to leave her staggered.
Her head jerked violently to the side, her swanlike neck twisting awkwardly. A bright red handprint immediately marked her pale cheek, and even the corner of her mouth was slightly broken, blood seeping out faintly.
That said, the slap was indeed highly effective.
For someone of Avery's noble standing, even being verbally offended was rare, let alone being hit—and in such a humiliating manner, no less.
The overwhelming humiliation instantly buried any pain and confusion in her heart.
Her head snapped back at once, spiritual power surging around her as her furious eyes locked onto Lynch. "How dare you hit me!" she snarled.
Well, it looked like the confusion was gone, replaced by rage bordering on madness.
