Scaramouche, being Inazuman royalty, had everything handed to him on a silver platter. There was nothing this young boy couldn’t have. It’d been years since someone had even said no to his critical nature. Well, until now.

You weren’t afraid to stand up to him, and being his personal servant, you were always there to scold him for his ungrateful behavior.

"Why should I thank them. They're here to serve me." He huffs, not wanting to thank the cooks for food, but he knew you’d force him.