Chapter 237

Thompson's face twisted.

"Hit rock bottom? Just who is it that shoved me into this miserable state?"

"You shouldn't try to pin that blame on me, Thompson. Everything that happened, you brought on yourself."

Without any real skill, he'd put on airs and ground down the apprentice trainers, and the moment anything upset him even slightly, he hadn't hesitated to raise his hand.

Noble son or not, there was nothing to say of him except that his character was simply lacking.

"Shut up! If it weren't for you, I could've made something of myself!"

Thompson ground his teeth, glaring at me with a gaze thick with resentment.

"And then what? An orphan brat becomes a Marquess? Chosen by a dragon? When even I, with noble blood, was never chosen?"

I didn't think Thompson, trembling as he forced down his fury, deserved a reply, so I simply looked at him —…