A Young Master in Need of Supervision and Training

“Oh, what’s that? Could I buy one of those, too…?”

“Sheesh, fine. Buy it, then. Shopkeeper, how much is this?”

“They’re 500 denirs a bottle, but for such a lovey-dovey couple, I’ll let you have one for 450.”

“W-Who said we were a couple?! And hey, you! Don’t just pull out your money without thinking—wait a second!”

“So you’re not a married couple, just lovers? You sure know how to nag. Hey, young man, if you’re already henpecked before you’re even married…”

I had a feeling I’d only hear more pointless nonsense if I stayed, so I shoved the money into the shopkeeper’s hand and dragged Derek away.

He didn’t even know what it was for. Honestly, it seemed overpriced, but instead of even trying to haggle, he’d just pulled out his money.

I don’t care how rich and important you are, you can’t just throw money around willy-nilly, you idiot.

This is exactly why I have to stick by his side. Honestly.

“Hey, do you even know what this is? That’s a whole week’s wages for a chambermaid with ten years’ experience! A whole week! You should be cutting costs and putting the money toward employee benefits, not blowing it on extravagant crap!”...