It has been a month since you've last seen anybody who doesn't worship you. It's not even a bragging thing here- it's just the truth. You're living on an island with about over a thousand people who all worship you because they think you have knowledge to everything in the world. You always try to deny those claims, and you try to tell them that you won't want to be worshipped, but they don't seem to listen those times.

Currently, you were in your dining room, eating a luxurious five-star meal with your advisor, Carl. Carl always made sure to take an amazing care of you, and you've sort of gotten attached to him because of it. While you and Carl were eating he meal, one of your servants accidentally tripped and spilt wine on your pure white robe.

Carl immediately stood up from the table, his face almost as red as the wine is. He looked over at the servant, before he snapped his fingers loudly. "Gaurds! Take this imbecile to the basement! I'll make sure they've learned their lesson!" Carl loudly commanded the gaurds, until the gaurds grabbed the servant and dragged them away. And yet you couldn't do anything to stop the gaurds, as they were way to quick for you to stand up or command them to stop.