"Write . It . Again" Red Moon said while the metal scale in his hands was pointed at Isaiah.
Isaiah, who was happy earlier that he got to spend time with the Red Moon was rather feeling quite opposite now.
Well, who can you be happy while your crush is threatening to kill you if you didn't write each letter of an unknown ancient language correctly?
Not ideal for Isaiah to be exact.
"Why are you even teaching me this language?" asked Isaiah while he wrote the letter again.
"You are an emperor and you don't even know the language which was used as official language not even 1000 years ago."
"That was the past. Now we have our own language which is used as a common medium of communication even in other kingdoms."
"It is not about speaking but understanding your ancestral roots which can help you learn how to govern better."
"Are we seriously not going to talk about how useless those inscriptions and manuscripts are?"
But just as Isaiah said that Red Moon's last bit of patience ran out and he started beating Isaiah with a metal scale.
"Ouch! Ouch! Please stop!" yelled Isaiah as he tried to dodge Red Moon's scale.
"You brought this upon yourself." said Red Moon as he continued to attack Isaiah.
"I am sorry! I am really sorry! Please don't! Please!" Isaiah's voice came out apologetically.
Red Moon finally stopped and said
"Either you write twenty pages of all the letters or you want to clean every single shelf and books in this room? Choose."
Isaiah thought for a moment as his eyes locked onto Red Moon.
"I would rather clean all the shelves and books in this room."
"Are you sure?" Red Moon asked again.
"I am sure."