Chapter 3: Pleaseeeeeeeeee
"Bring your food here, you lap dog!" Mire shouted.
Each of the five tables had the biggest bully that acted as the ’boss’ and they demanded how food would be shared.
After his little speech, the head servant for their dorm had ordered them to be served food that was little more than vomit of watery green.
And for his own table, Mire and her gang were the ones ruling.
"Don’t you hear me? You’ll get double the beating today!" she snarled. They were the same age, but she was taller and sturdier, with arms three times the size of Vacuse’s.
Everyone at the table bent their heads and began to scoop food into their mouths like hungry dogs, afraid it would be snatched away the next instant.
Only those Mire called stood up and moved toward her, their bowls in hand and their eyes down.
Vacuse’s mouth curled in disgust. He couldn’t believe he had once been like that.
A pathetic thing.
He walked toward her, his eyes raised and steady.
"...time to start getting things into motion... I can’t kill Drenvar now... but I can still raise my standing in the house until I stand above everyone else... I can still influence things the way I want until I finally get rid of Drenvar... I must raise the Vorrakyn Family with my own hand..."