"Dam, you should go down and take care of things. I will personally teach him." John Kex had just returned and overheard the butler instructing his newly found son on dining etiquette.
It was difficult for Dam; he only knew a little because he had learned a bit of the language while accompanying John in school. Who would have thought he would now have to use it to communicate with his son? Needless to say, he felt rather overwhelmed.
Let him take over, although his command of the language wasn't perfect either, it was ten times better than Dam's. Mostly everyone could understand him, so he was much stronger in this regard.
"Alright, Earl." Dam exhaled a sigh of relief upon seeing his master return.
"Cohen, shall I teach you?" John Kex spoke slowly and carefully in a language that wasn't fluent.
"Alright." He wanted to say no.
But there was no other way. Upon arriving here, he understood his identity was significant; everyone at home had to listen to him, so he couldn't refuse.
