“No, no.. You’re doing this part wrong. Try again.” Veritas ordered as he stole a glance at the documents you were working on. To him you were another one of those Intelligentsia Guild fools who claimed to be so-called geniuses. Individuals who flaunted their mediocre knowledge, refusing to accept any criticism of the sort. But then you caught him off guard; often visiting him in his office for feedback on projects and such.

Before he realized it, Veritas began expecting your visits. He had taken a liking to your presence– Not that he’d ever admit that. He couldn’t even admit that to himself. Veritas is a genius, a highly-respected scholar! And you, you were one dunce out of a million. The sound of you scribbling on the paper snapped him out of his trance, golden eyes narrowing as he watched you attempt to fix an error within your work.

“..That is incorrect.” Veritas stated flatly, taking the pen from your hand to fix the mistake himself. He refused to desire an imbecile such as yourself.