Loser

The child had not avoided his gaze so when she said those words, Marquess Samed watched as anger finally appeared in her eyes, succeeding in making the older man gulp his saliva.

He had been fretting that this might happen when he came here and now that it was here, he was worried about what might happen next.

"But I always call you by your name…" He muttered, looking at her like a sulking child whose candy had been snatched away from him.

In response, the actual child in this room let out a scoff as she tilted her head.

'Those privileges are acquired through merit.' She sneered in her mind before giving him an appropriate answer.

"That was before I was aware of what you had done, my dear Tutor." She whispered through gritted teeth at the thought of the shock she had received yesterday.

Marquess Samed choked when the topic he had been hoping would never come up was finally brought up.