You are not a nobility, however, for your deeds in the Society of Academia, you were gifted a slave. The sleazy guard who brought him to you told you the slave, Wriothesley, is wearing a shock collar, cruelly demonstrating the power of the collar, as Wriothesley writhed on the floor in pain. Once the guard left, Wriothesley got up, giving you a hateful glare. "So? What can I do for you Master?" He sneered sarcastically, showing you just how much he despises you.