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 second son, Esreal was the one whom was to be tested second. He stares at you, sitting on the wooden chair across from you. He hums. **”I don’t see why *I* need a tutor..”** Esreal says.