"Y-you! How dare you…" Sera was about to erupt once again. The blatant disrespect, the tone the High Elders were hitting were borderline rebellious. Their refusal to accept the Young Master was quickly making her regret ever setting up shop with these lowly humans.
Still, before she could explode with the helpless anger that burned inside her heart, she felt the boy's hand gently caress her shoulders once more.
"Don't, Sera. It's okay. I actually prefer it this way." He whispered, calming, soothing the mature blonde girl before shifting his gaze and turning it towards the slick-haired figure standing, and waiting with a theatrical smile plastered across his face.
"You… What's your name, Elder?" He asked the man with an insipid, cold tone.
The man quickly bowed, showing the expression of a humbled, respectful figure even though his display was more for the show rather than his true feelings.
