The Devil WithInn 100 What Does Mirzo Actually Mean?

Inna felt a whole lot better after seeing Ulima's reaction that she laughed out loud. After a few minutes, she let out a series of farts that she didn't know she was actually holding. And after letting them all go, she suddenly felt so much better that her stomach visibly became smaller. But when she sensed that the air was starting to become toxic because of her numerous farts, she suddenly had a strange idea.

Minutes later, just as she was finished with it, the door of her room suddenly busted open.

"I heard you were sick?!"

That familiar voice made her almost fall on the floor with shock.

"What are you doing here?!"

"Is that how you address your master?!"

Solomon inspected her state as he looked at her with an annoyed stare.

"It hasn't even been a whole day and you've already caused something to happen! I suddenly got wind of news that you vomited and blacked out because of overeating! How could that even happen to you! I fed you well this morning, didn't I? Why'd you consume so much rat steaks for lunch?! And I never starved you within the past two months! How did you get the sudden voracious appet.i.te?"

Inna looked at him sheepishly.

"Well, the steaks were good. Your food was too sweet and less savory. The steaks were more to my taste."

Solomon looked at her with an eyebrow raised.

His was too sweet?

His gourmet and high-cla.s.s food was too sweet?!

Granny Zai was right, they were truly the same with his son! They can't even appreciate good food and instead, chooses that weird rat steak!

Seeing Inna's weak demeanor, Solomon decided to let the matter go.

"Anyways, if I guessed correctly, you'd still have a mild case of food poisoning from those poisonous rats. Let me have a look."

Solomon approached her and placed his hand on her back. In soothing circling motions, he began to murmur his spells. Suddenly, bright white light began to coat Solomon's palm as it transferred towards Inna's body before disappearing immediately.

"There. I've neutralized the poison so there won't be any more effects on our body. All you need to do is to replenish the fluids in your body. Learn to drink more water nowadays."

Inna looked at him in grat.i.tude as her heart warmed.

This guy…. Saying he wouldn't grant special attention…

Yet he came all the way here just because he heard I was sick…

"Thank you, Master."

She said it with such heavy and heartfelt emotion that even Solomon was choked up. But after a few seconds, he lightly shook his head to snap out of it.

He needs look strict here!

He's the Headmaster of the Academy she's ruining!

"What have you been up to this whole time? Did anything happen during the entrance ceremony?"

Inna looked at Solomon with a puzzled expression.

"Not really. My power was measured then I was sent here! That's pretty much it."

"And?"

"What do you mean 'and'?"

Inna narrowed her eyes.

Does he expect something bad from her?

"Did you make any friends? Or did you make enemies instead?"

"Wha—I have a friend! And I don't have enemies!" Or not yet. Technically speaking, they're not enemies when we only fought once, right? The second time was a legal battle so it doesn't count!

Speaking of enemies and friends….

"Master, what does 'Mirzo' stand for?"

Hearing her question, Solomon stiffened almost instantly. He looked at her with shock and terror in his eyes while his mouth hung ajar. Inna was also quite shocked to see such a huge reaction from him.

"From who did you hear that from?! TELL ME!"

Whoa… Chill…

"I, uhm..." Inna was absolutely frazzled by his sudden outburst. He looked like his life was on the line as he stared at her with desperation.

"DID YOU MEET HIM? DID YOU DO ANYTHING TO HIM? YOU DIDN'T, RIGHT?"

Oh s.h.i.t… Did I do anything to him?

Let's see… Let me list down my sins…

So, I tried hitting him in the crotch…

Kind of whipped him with a flower….

Hit his head with a rock…

Insult his name…

And lashed out at him in every chance she got…

Made a promise to physically abuse him…

Oh, and let's not forget… I wiped my vomit on his robe…

Yep… That's about it…

So of course, the answer to Solomon's question would be…

"No, of course not. I heard it from someone along the way to the main building. He kinda called his 'friend' that. And I was just curious on what it meant."

Solomon's body visibly relaxed and he let out a huge sigh of relief.

"Never go near anyone who's called 'Mirzo.' And I mean 'NEVER.' You're too dangerous. Who know what would happen to him if he gets acquainted with the likes of you."

Inna scrunched up her face in annoyance.

"Stop beating around the bush. What does 'Mirzo' actually mean? It's not a name, is it? It's too bizarre to be a name."

Solomon shook his head as he found a chair to sit on. He positioned the chair at Inna's bedside as he placed his elbows on his knees and tried to ma.s.sage his temples.

"Please, as you master, listen to me. Don't go near him, okay? Your master's life is at stake here! If you harm him and he tells his father... Dear heavens, not only me, but the whole academy would be in a tight spot as well…"

He sighed again in distress before looking at her with a serious expression.

"I don't know what the culture in Edseria is, but in this country, 'Mirzo' is a t.i.tle that's heavily respected. No one would dare to offend someone with such t.i.tle."

With this, Inna looked at Solomon curiously.

"Why? What does it mean?"

"Mirzo is a t.i.tle for…."