We come devastated, together with these two men. As per instruction, we are required to deliver fifty sacks of mineral ores. However, despite all hurdles, we managed to accumulate half of what the quota has stated. The human resource is sparse, lowest to the minimum wage, and high state of work quality. The task is tedious for sure but the cabinet seems complacent and optimistic about their treatment… about how they treat this severity plan. Seems easy, as they are looking at it from a distance. It is not the case, however.
"Oh, welcome Lord Guan and his lackeys." deep down calling us in a satirical way, they greet me with highest honors while they disparage the ones who made all of these efforts.
I don't make a noise at first. Of course, if I were to offend their stance, it would get dealt to the name of Lady Anda. Also, it would give a bad reputation to the family of Carylle. I let them continue what they are doing for now. My pride is not that significant. My name weighs no value. Therefore, the weight of my name means nothing. I am just a lowly and humble servant to the majestic demesne whom he got his undeserving title at the whim. Lady Anda is the proof of my existence. She made me who I am. It is better to tarnish my name instead of hers so I will take any insults just for her.
"We have come to deliver the package." I utter, as I am catching my breath, referring to the bags of ore we have mined.
They start to count the numbers that we have collected, they halt the count as they are approaching to emphasize: "... twenty-one (21), twenty-two (22), twenty-three (23), twenty and four (24), and twenty and five (25)." as thus they stop and look at us with a shock.
"Is this all?" as one of the spotters asks, whereas I nod to respond right away.
"Lord Guan. With all due respect, is this not enough for you?" as the one of the men questions, probably one of his buddies is trying to provoke such a scene, and a titter of them comes afterwards.
"I believe so. What is the problem, anyway?" I react and I return the inquiry afterwards.
"Does this mean twenty five sacks of mineral ores is fifty sacks of mineral ores. Interesting!" as the one of the auditor intervenes, and is trying to pour salt into thine wound for how illiterate I am.
The man clears his throat, as it signifies something daunting and after he finalizes making random noise from his mouth; he implies: "We have given you the tools and the instruments to perform the task. An apparatus to demonstrate at least the minimum threshold of the job. And yet, you only give us half of the given task. One-half of the quota! Don't they think this is righteous after having all the equipment they acquired? We seemed to have had underestimated your capabilities, Lord??? whoever you are and it seems insignificant." ending it with an annoying tone. As they pressure us further, attempting humiliate our characters resulting to our guilt.
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Moreover, as I am feeling so agitated and want to punch something breakable or someone in the face, I… "He should be ashamed. Barking at me so shamelessly. This lad needs to be mindful. And it seems he is not intimidated by my presence because I don't get to squeal such insubordination and impertinence." keeping the thought on my mind, I wonder.
Their laugh is bothersome and makes my blood boil. Of course, they included not the credits of the hard work and labors of these scantily two men whom I managed with. It seems their efforts, albeit menial but honorable in my opinion, have been ghosted away. They do not show how grateful they are achieving the task that they are supposed to sweat over for. Seeing me in a mad state face still they resume to laugh like my presence is non-existent. This sensation is disrespectful, I can't stand it but I won't back down. Target locked-on, I keep staring at them and hoping what they are doing would defuse. And finally it stops after a minute of looking at them. It may cause them to jolt. The gods only know if I have had daunted their activity.
"Are we-... I mean …" I halt, clearing my throat.
As I finish to revocalize the tone of my voice: "Any further quest that you may input-???" thereafter they start to ignore us while they still continue what they are doing during the moment of ending my statement.
"...to your demands. If ever, you are going to add some of-... of some of your goddamn ungrateful whatever." where I continue the thought in my mind.
They are making a fool out of us! This is frustrating! These rude men jerked the goddamn out of me. They exploited my principle of how I interact with people and the people speak up to me in a reverse fashion. I value them with honor and I get an undeserving treatment when they are about to contact my audience. I also know why Lord Ameniah, my equal in terms of the title and of the position within the inner council, loathes the way of how I strike a conversation. I speak in the highest manner about myself yet I can't defend… bolster the claims of what I spew. I am getting bullied up until this degree. Hence the reason why, hence the reason why.
"Lest proceed to our dwellings." in a defeated tone, whispering, as I am hesitant to speak.
"Is this alright? Lord Guan, you may have forgotten. You hold the most prestigious epitaph in this nation. THE JURISDICTION OF KEHINA! Did you just let them annihilate you? Embarrassed you??? to the point of maybe, tomorrow you hide underneath the cabinet of your chamber?" the sermon has begun during that I started walking it out, the man rants, defending my honor in a subtle way.
I shake my head as I concurrently look at the guy and give him a response to let him read the lines of what I am trying to tell him in the first place. He scoffs, maybe, out of his disappointment. I might assume he is frustrated as well on my behalf. I am sorry y'all for letting you down.