"Master, why aren't we going to collect those herbs? Aren't they rare herbs?"
"Master, there's a clear pond over there. Shouldn't we rest up over there?"
"Master, look at this beautiful mushroom."
Slowly, I was getting frustrated with them.
I already knew that they were noble kids that had lived a spoiled life, but I never thought that they were this lacking in common sense.
With the way that they acted, it really felt like they had been sheltered for their entire life.
The one good thing was that they at least listened to what I said. In fact, they listened a bit too well and it made me a bit worried.
After all, it was almost as if they would listen if I told them to kill themselves. Not that I would actually do that to these kids.
"Master, how did you learn all these things? You don't seem that much older than us, but you know so much more than us."
When the kids asked this, there was a part of me that couldn't help finding this funny.
