"Grandpa, don't worry. I thanked the four chief butlers who have already told me your words. I understand your motives very well."
Merlin showed a polite and gentle expression. He still stood talking to Rosé in a comfortable manner without any fear.
Rosé frowned at the words of the grandson he did not love. He understood the little boy's words very well. This kid was tackling and challenging him.
The old man could hardly believe it when he knew that the four chief butlers lost to this little boy. Plus, one of them died at the hands of this kid.
He was just a kid, a sorcerer, why could the four chief butlers not take him down?
Rosé was filled with doubts; he showed an ugly expression.
The old man took a deep breath and said gracefully,
"So, you already know that this is not the place you should be right now."
Merlin stood comfortably before laughing. He looked at Rosé and said,