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Chapter 165: The Person to Apologize To

“That maid, she’s a slave, but as expected of a slave. She has neither intelligence nor common sense.”

“Ah, absolutely. If I were the master of that slave, it would be so embarrassing that an immediate punishment would be guaranteed.”

“But perhaps ignorance is bliss.”

“That’s true. However, they’ll soon realize just how useless their master is.”

The classmates who were eavesdropping on Johanna’s conversation giggled and whispered loudly enough for us to hear.

“It seems that there are still some in this class who want to be taken care of by my family outside the academy. I should probably tell Father about it today.”

“Yes, that sounds like a good idea. It’s best to eliminate these scoundrels who are throwing stones at Master’s path.”

Johanna, hearing the whispering, turned red with anger and seemed about to attack. I lightly patted her shoulder to calm her down and decided to take action with Marianne to address the whispering group.

When the nobles realized that they were being looked down upon by me, they turned red with anger and did not hide their feelings. However, Prevot, who knew what had happened outside the academy, could only glare at me and did not dare to retort.

“There are still fools who don’t like me and are glaring at me. Well, if you’re going to apologize now, I’ll forgive you. However, the last person to apologize or who doesn’t apologize will be reported to Father. It seems that such fools don’t understand words and need to experience pain to understand.”

So, I decided to press further.

“Oh, you want to apologize, right!? I’m sorry!!”

“Yes, yes, it’s our fault, our fault.”

“In the end, relying on your father is pathetic. Well, if you want an apology, here it is. Sorry, sorry.”

“You wouldn’t go so far as to tell Father even after apologizing, right…? Anyway, I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d be so upset. After all, we were just stating the facts. Naturally, I thought Kaiser was aware and just neglecting his efforts.”

Each person apologized with a flippant attitude, but since they seemed to be misunderstanding something, I decided to teach them a lesson.

“Huh? Who are you apologizing to? An apology is something the perpetrator gives to the victim, and the victim in this case is clearly Johanna, my attendant slave. Therefore, you should be apologizing to Johanna, not me. Don’t you understand that? You fools.”