Bab 167: Servants

"Did your sister get the nasty habit from you?" 

"Master?" The eager puppy look immediately disappeared, leaving behind a somewhat dejected look. I wanted to facepalm myself. Ah, my image is collapsing! Luckily, I have perfected the art of pretending to be calm, so no one was the wiser. 

"Elder sister, the-- second miss Jah does not like being called master." The younger sibling spoke up from where she stood not too far away in a hesitant tone. Sadly, though, this elder sister seems to be quite aggrieved for my sake. "But it is her righteous title. She is our master." Listen to her dramatic reply. Sigh, I placed a palm against my forehead. It suddenly seems rather hopeless to correct her. She said something like that with a straight face with her ultra-serious husband standing beside her without flinching. This man... His tolerance is a bit too high no?