The destructive power of those three syllables was tremendous.
It felt as though the temperature around us had instantly dropped several degrees.
Proof that their verbal fight was beginning to overheat.
Having witnessed this sort of situation several times before, I had no choice but to let out a deep sigh.
Hadn’t ‘ajumeoni’ already been downgraded to ‘ajumma’?
At this rate, the most likely outcome was that someone’s feelings would simply get hurt.
Primarily Instructor Mu’s.
I decided to do my utmost to prevent the bond between mother and daughter from deteriorating.
“That’s enough, Your Highness. Instructor Mu, please calm down as well….”
“What did you just call me?”
There was, however, one thing I hadn’t known.
Even the perpetually composed and innocently straightforward Instructor Mu had one particular form of address she especially despised.
I simply hadn’t imagined that it would be ‘ajumma.’
In contrast, Sien’s voice overflowed with confidence.
She sounded as though she’d known from the very beginning that the word would land a critical blow.
“I said ‘ajumma.’”
“Say it again.”
“Ajumma.”
Instructor Mu’s shoulders were trembling.
She certainly wasn’t suppressing tears, so the more plausible interpretation was that her anger was on the verge of exploding.