Valentine's eyes flickered, and sudden pain flashed in his eyes.
"I…do?" he inquired, slowly smiling.
"Of course." Old Master Lenort shrugged, unbothered. "You should be grateful to me that I have taken care of you till this moment. You lack nothing, and you have equal rights just as each of your brothers does, so what are you throwing a tantrum for?"
"As worthless as you are, don't you think it's a big honor that I even bothered to use you to get what I wanted? It means you are not as worthless as you should have been. Tighten up, boy, it's not a big deal. I did nothing wrong to you. You are an ungrateful brat and—"
Valentine was suddenly in front of him, his fisted hand right an inch away from his face, threatening to hit and bruise him. "You! You are just..."
"How can you say that to me?! How?!!" he shouted in his face, his fist trembling.
