บท 95: A Taste Of Your Own Medicine (3)

"With all due respect, Ms Mera, this trial already has enough people-"

This time it was Amaira who thought she could get the Mistress out of the trial room, but just like the professors before her, her attempts were shot down immediately. 

"If it is a problem of space or crowd, then I suggest you tell one of the Gruntas to leave the chamber. If their son must have a representative, then so should Ashton." The mistress replied with a forced smile, "As for you, should I call you ma'am? Or by the nickname, I gave to you back when we were attending the academy?"

Ashton did not know what the nickname was but it should have been something humiliating or embarrassing at least, judging by how the colour of Amaira's face got drained of any colour, the moment Mistress mentioned it. 

'I knew it was going to be fun, but this is way better than anything I could have imagined.'