"Let's start, I am practically a descendant of the Royal Fritz family so your duty is to protect me like the Ackerman that you are" Zeke explained and pointing at you, who looked almost indifferent to what Zeke was saying. Zeke at least had a little sense not to lie on the ground and beg on his knees for you to help him, at least for now he wouldn't beg you..."Could it be that you are defective?" He muttered to himself and examined you as if it were an object rather than a person. "What do I have to do to make you obey me?" Zeke asked impatiently...his gaze raked over your figure..*