My Master

It was such a pity. Lucille cleared her throat and pushed her luck. "Of course. If all the mutants would take orders from me, I wouldn't mind. That is, only if the premise is that all orders come from me instead of turning me into your puppet on a string!" "Miss, you're surely jesting. How could you be a puppet? You're my master, the last remaining bloodline of the Jules family," George replied. "I just want to take revenge on behalf of the Jules family. That's all." Lucille did not want to say it, but she finally responded, "George, whether your attempt to rule the world is for the sake of the Jules family's revenge or to satisfy your own desires, we both know the truth. Don't use such a grandiose excuse." "I won't take responsibility for such a huge mess," she added. The discussion broke down once again. Strictly speaking, there was not much to discuss anyway. Lucille turned and walked toward that passage. George did not stop her but said ambiguously, "Well, what if I told you that I