I haven't forgotten about you, mutt.

You’re plenty strong, Berkut. No one would deny that. But that’s why I must end this here.

/ FUCK THIS PLACE

( Damn child..! )

‘ Well, of course you would, but sure. Ask me anything. ’

I care not for what coin you make or those insolent rulers you so willingly accept as a king and his queen. That throne… It was meant to be mine.

/ that's what my ass gets for clicking shit without thinking 😭

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ — Holding half a dozen cats in his arms, sitting all the way in the back; taking up at least a seat and a half. ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ

… My lance appears to have rusted over. I'll have to get a new one forged.

Well, that entirely depends on your definition of Genocide. If a village is enough to constitute, sure.

Face the facts? That I was cheated, robbed out of rightfully should've been mine? It must really be that easy to sit on your ass and complain about someone else's troubles than to share them, isn't it?

I'm perfectly calm. (For the time being.)

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ WHAT ARE 𝐘𝐎𝐔? WHAT AM 𝐈? IF NOT A 𝐆𝐎𝐃? THE 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑? ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ