"Cough, cough, cough!"
In the room, Christine suddenly coughed urgently, momentarily lost for words.
The old man's words abruptly halted what she wanted to say.
"Little Christine, you are also polluted."
"You even came to be a persuader."
"You've forgotten, I've said before, I won't join those filthy nobles."
The old man's smile faded as he watched Christine's reaction, furrowing his brow and speaking in a deep tone.
"Teacher, you've misunderstood, that!"
"This!"
Startled, Christine hurried to explain, not wanting her teacher to misunderstand anything.
If the teacher thought Thor was like those nobles, inviting him would be nearly impossible.
"Misunderstanding? I did not misunderstand."
"Do you not know what those damn nobles have done?"
