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Areum thinks that sometimes she should consider her life's decision.
Both she and her papa were obligingly seated in front of Marx ni-san. He was releasing an eerie aura as he looked at them.
"Did you anger Marx ni-san, papa? You keep skipping your papers. This is definitely your fault," Areum whispered. Julius raised his brows.
"You keep sneaking out of your etiquette classes. Krisch informed me that you were not taking your private classes seriously despite requesting a separate teacher. I didn't know you'd be this spoiled," her papa said, earning a glare from Areum.
"I am certainly not spoiled. What do you mean?"
"Spoiled people deny that they are spoiled."
"I am not denying!"
"People say they're not denying when certainly and definitely they are denying. You are such a baby."
"First of all," she started, standing up and looking at her papa, completely forgetting about Marx, who was trying his best to be patient with the two now starting to argue like children.
"I am not spoiled, never have been spoiled, and never will be spoiled! Second, how many times do I have to say that I am not your baby anymore!" Areum hissed at her papa.
Julius was about to say something when he heard Marx coughing, catching their attention.
Both of them looked at him, and after that, they did nothing but listen to his disciplines.
'When Marx ni-san is like that, words shall not escape your mouth. Scary.'
'When Marx is like that, words shall not escape your mouth. Scary.'
Both of them thought as they accepted their fate.
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PALACE LIBRARY (HISTORY SECTION)
It had been 15 hours since Areum engrossed herself in studying at the palace library. She found new books with weird languages and was trying to familiarize herself with the unknown language she found.
For others, it would be such a short time to fully understand the language, but for Areum, it was as easy as a piece of cake, for she had already mastered the language itself, even the slangs.
She was that dedicated.
She's not called a prodigy for nothing after all.
"Now it's time to write an essay while using the language," she said to herself and spent another 3 hours understanding and mastering the penmanship.
"Areum." She looked up and then deadpanned, ignoring the person who was calling her.
"I am hurt!" She just ignored his fits and continued writing.
