“My Lord.”
I heard people call out the moment master sat on his throne, and I took my position beside his feet.
“You may all sit.” My master said in a serious tone.
The sound of his voice was unlike any he had used on me.
It was emotionless and cold.
It made me happy
“Brother.”
At the sound of the familiar voice, my heart skipped a beat.
I tried to raise my head, to look at the man who thought he could bully me, but the spell master cast on me was so strong, I couldn't fight it, no matter how hard I tried.
“Brother.”
My master replied to the greetings; however, his voice sounded colder. It was as if he would rather not reply to the call.
“You don't have to—”
“We are in a meeting. I will prefer you to comport yourself.” My master said with his teeth clenched.
His tone of voice,
