If Chrollo wanted to kill him, all he had to do was lift a finger.
Why bother calling him over?
Besides, deep down, Cordis didn't think his relationship with Chrollo had deteriorated that badly.
Staring at the doorbell, Cordis wrestled with himself for a while before finally pressing it.
A shrill ring sounded.
Contrary to his expectations, Chrollo didn't come to answer the door.
A bad feeling crept into Cordis's mind.
Could it be...
Chrollo really had been kidnapped!
In his panic, Cordis grabbed the door handle and pulled. Under his astonishing strength, the perfectly intact handle was ripped right off.
"Chrollo! I'm here to save you!"
No sooner had he shouted those words than Chrollo walked out of his room, looking perfectly calm.
Chrollo was clearly taken aback by the dismantled door, too.
He'd only just heard the doorbell and was about to answer it. Had Cordis missed him that much? Couldn't he even wait a moment?
Of course, he would never say that out loud.
Even at the sight of the door handle Cordis had torn off, Chrollo offered his usual polite, friendly smile.
That smile instantly made Cordis's hair stand on end.
He glanced awkwardly at the handle in his hand and tried to put it back.
But after a series of thoroughly unprofessional maneuvers, the door finally gave up and toppled to the ground.
The dust and grit stirred up by its fall drifted into Chrollo's house.
The reasonably clean interior was instantly coated in dust.
Cordis gave Chrollo an embarrassed smile.
Apparently, he'd really been an idiot.
How could Chrollo possibly get kidnapped?
But now wasn't the time to dwell on that. The pressing issue was how to deal with the Chrollo standing before him.
"Um... your door's a little flimsy."
His only answer was