Only as the sound of the door closing echoed in his ears did Young Lissop snap out of his daze.
Without a moment's hesitation, the Lord's son turned and ran.
Reaching the door, he pushed hard, then pulled with all his strength when that failed.
But the door was firmly shut. No matter how hard the Lord's son tried, he could not open it again.
Then the Lord's son began to shout.
"Let me out!
Let me out!
Open the door!"
His hoarse, desperate shouting was enough to make anyone frown, but there was not the slightest sound outside.
Still, the Lord's son did not give up. Not only did he keep shouting, he also began pounding on the door.
Bang, bang, bang!
The loud pounding echoed through the room.
But just as before, there was no response whatsoever.
Only then did the Lord's son finally give up.
Young Lissop turned to look at Arthur, who sat in one of the room's two chairs, then at the Contract and pen on the coffee table-the Contract had yet to be filled in.
As for what it was meant for?
The Lord's son knew perfectly well.
It was the contract that would sign his life away!
At the thought of the miserable days ahead, the Lord's son's lips trembled slightly, not because he wanted to say anything, but purely out of fear.
A full four or five seconds later-
"Mr. Credos, I think there has been some misunderstanding between us!"
Wearing an awkward yet polite smile, the Lord's son bowed deferentially to Arthur and spoke softly.
"Mm."
Arthur nodded as if in agreement. Neither his eyes nor his face betrayed any other emotion; he still wore the same gentle smile.
Yet a sudden chill swept over Young Lissop.
The Lord's son immediately