''Teacher…''
''Teacher…''
''Teacher!''
The voice of the young master brought Viscount Asch from his stupor.
''Oh dear…'' He noticed how teary his eyes were and wiped them with a handkerchief he brought out from the pocket of his brown jacket. He then blinked his eyes a few times before wearing the glasses he had brought down to clean his eyes.
''Teacher…'' The first thing he saw was the worried eyes of the young master and he quickly assured the latter. ''It is nothing to be worried about, young master. This teacher was just lost in thoughts.''
''Okay teacher.'' Since nothing was wrong, Damien accepted his words. He then motioned to the book on the table. ''Teacher, there is a word I do not understand.''
