I entered the room as Morgana looked at me with a frown, wondering what was happening.
After all, I had never spoken to her in such a way. I was her servant; no single servant would be acting this way with her "Master."
But it was time for her to understand that things had changed since she had picked me up from the Slave Prison. It was time to show her who the real Master was.
"Sit," I said coldly.
It wasn't a request. It was an order.
It was time to put that title of hers to good use.
She was a hidden masochist, the system had told me. It was time to make her realize that she was one.
Without saying another word, she took a seat like a good girl.
"W-What's happening?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly, clearly unsure of what was going on right now.
"What happened yesterday? The way you looked at me as if you were mad at me for talking to another woman. The way you acted when Sariah came to see you about Romie. I want it to stop."
