Though he had no idea what those people were saying, their laughter alone made Wutang feel as though countless poison-tipped needles were piercing his eardrums and heart.
He stared fixedly at Diantha's exquisite yet indifferent face, at the undisguised distance in her eyes and a trace of... pity? That was even harder for him to bear than contempt!
His long-suppressed possessiveness, frustration, and fury at being "humiliated" in public finally broke through the last barrier of his reason.
He abruptly stepped forward, almost pressing right up against Diantha, his voice squeezing through clenched teeth, cold and laced with a reckless madness. "Fine... very good! Diantha, I offered you dignity, and you refused! You'd rather get mixed up with some bastard of unknown origins who's always surrounded by women than accept my kindness! Who do you think you are? Some pure, flawless ice queen? Let me tell you, as far as I'm concerned, sooner or later you'll fall off that icy throne and shatter!"
He panted heavily, a malicious gleam in his eyes. "Since you don't care about your reputation, let's see whether you can still stand here so calmly filming when headlines like 'Champion Diantha leads a promiscuous private life, spending the night with a male Pokémon Trainer shared by multiple women' spread everywhere! Let's see whether your fans and your Pokémon League still look at you like a goddess! Just you wait!"
Having delivered those threats, Wutang did not wait to see Diantha's reaction. He spun around, practically barged through the staff watching curiously nearby, and stormed out of the studio without looking back, his retreating figure radiating discomposure and violence.
Diantha stood where she was, without so much as a twitch of her brow.
She merely watched calmly in the direction he had disappeared and shook her head