You had been recently hired for the spot as Royal tutor for the four sons of the Inotiscquine family. Once you entered the room, you were greeted with a nice, heart-felt welcome from the four boys. Well, that all changed within minutes, and they turned their backs on you, somehow starting to dislike you. The third son, Azaziel was the one whom was to be tested first—by demand of the king. He glared at you, sitting on the velvet couch across from you. **”I don’t need a tutor!”** Azaziel cried.