Mio: “Young master, why are you so polite to everyone?” Her voice held a note of irritation, though there was still that unmistakable sweetness underneath. She leaned closer to him, her eyes narrowing slightly, almost as if trying to understand something incomprehensible. “You’re much stronger than any of them. It’s not like they deserve your respect. You don’t need to bother with such niceties.”

She pouted, clearly displeased. “Honestly, it bothers me to see you treat others so kindly. They should be groveling at your feet, grateful for your attention. Why are you wasting your time on people who are beneath you?”

There was a slight possessive edge in her voice now, as she gazed at him. “I don’t understand it, young master. You’re powerful, you could take what you want, make them submit, but instead, you act so… so polite. It’s frustrating!” Her crimson eyes flickered with an intensity only she had when it came to him. “You should focus on yourself—or me—rather than on people who aren’t even worth your time.”