Meanwhile, when Syra heard the other party's abrupt accusation towards her, she was flabbergasted.
"Mine?! How come it became my fault?! I don't even have an idea that you are cooking here until we heard the explosion."
Syra rebutted but Clyde only used her same words against her.
"Precisely! And that is your biggest mistake. You are supposed to be a servant in this house. It is your task to serve me. You are the one who should take care of all of this. Yet I was forced to cook my own meal!"
"But I was cleaning back then????"
Syra argued back.
"So??? Is it my fault then?? Is it my fault that you wake up late? I am the master here and you are the servant. Do you suggest that I should be the one to adjust??? Should I just wait for you to finish your tasks and starve myself to death?"
Clyde said in return to castigate Syra. If not for his unkempt appearance, the other party would probably pass off as a strict lecturer disciplining its students who had erred over something.
This time, however, Syra remained silent for she knew that she was indeed at fault.
She overslept on her first day at work resulting in her doing the chores late. No wonder, the other party found a bone to pick on her.
But at the same time, Syra also could not help but feel that the entire situation was a bit unfair on her side.
Yes, it might be wrong of her to come late to work, but she also reckoned that it was not right either for her to take the blame regarding the explosion incident as she was not exactly the one who did that.
It was like being blamed by your parents after your baby sister doodled on the wall, just because you forgot to clean up your art materials
It was an entirely two different mistakes committed by two different people yet only one would take all the blame for it.
However, regardless of how unfair Syra felt inside, she knew that there was no point in raising an argument with Clyde anymore.
Just like what the other party said, he was the master while she was his servant. No matter what happened, he will always have the upper hand and the last say in the situation.
'Maybe this was really all that was written in my fate. I am used to this kind of set up anyway. So I don't think it would be an issue. Well at least, now, my master is a boy witch and not a devil incarnate.'
Syra thought to herself as she realized how she escaped her years of servant ship with her abusive stepfamily, only to end up entering mastership to another person.
Meanwhile, taking Syra's lack of response as a sign that he was actually winning the argument, Clyde gave himself a private laugh. But outside, he retained the dead-serious expression that he had been sporting on his face.
"Why? Whose fault do you think it was then? If only you had prepared my meal beforehand, I would not be forced to cook my own food resulting in this accident. What do you think is the point of keeping a servant if I would have to do all my stuff by myself in the end??"
Clyde added to show Syra his point. Feigning his annoyance, Clyde left the kitchen with a cold harrumphed.
However, truth be told, the other party was not exactly mad at that time. Rather than annoyed, he was more embarrassed as he was not used to facing other people with such an unpresentable appearance.
That was why as soon as he saw an opportunity to exit the embarrassing situation, he hurriedly left and headed back to his chamber to get some fresh clothes and get change.