Chapter # 64

Earlier.

Sir Zuka was giving Tristan a long scolding for using foul language unaware he uses it on a daily basis.

"Tristan, Your tongue is your beauty." Sir Zuka said, walking around the study room with his hand on his back as Tristan held a grimace on his face, sighing deeply.

"This appearance will falter but your words will remain forever. Human fades but words remain." His father said to which he mimicked him under his breath.

His frown remained longer, rubbing his temples, tired with the constant reprimanding going on for hours but he couldn’t react to it anymore.

"I know, Father. I agree with you. Consider it a mistake." He nodded, twirling his pen around his fingers.

Prideful of his mind, he knew which word to use when to turn things in his favor and he implied with the path his mind guides.

"Hmm. Good. You are a good boy. Always understands." Sir Zuka smiled, turning to him.

He sat up straight when he turned, grinned beautifully at his father with a nod.

“Because I know. So res