Not once have I begged, even when I was a mercenary hardly worth the iron of my armor. I sure as hell won’t beg to a cheap copy of a madwoman.

I slew the mightiest Warlord of Valkenheim, even if such an action is my greatest shame. You are nothing in comparison.

Tell yourself that if you wish, but you wouldn’t even be able to hurt me in my sleep.

If you want to test the efficacy of our armaments, I would be more than happy to oblige you. Although, I don’t know if you would survive the embarrassment.

Nobody told me we were losing. Quite the opposite, in fact; if we were losing, I would be dead.

As for the blacksmith . .
Please, you can’t lie here. Ilma’s weapons have struck low many of your greatest warriors. So shoddy that many hardly even need to be maintained, am I right?

The entire foundation of Chimera is unity, might I remind you.

As for the topic of defeat, you could not even kill a single blacksmith.
What a victory, am I right?

Lastly, at least I don’t need to present myself like a jester. All that dancing and laughter almost makes me think it’s compensation.

I’m sure someone who’s known for trickery and deception is entirely and undoubtedly honest when it comes to their heart.

But fine, I won’t push.

I’m sure you have enough trouble struggling for victories, no need to add the strife of struggling for a partner.

Then where is 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 companion, hm?

If so many join your ranks because of their supposed infatuation with you, 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙮 you have a suitor.

Fret not, I will wait.

. . 𝙾𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗?

The only thing it never was is doubtful! This Lord knows how to make the ladies 𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘯, unlike a certain 𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙣!

ᴶᵘˢᵗ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ᶠᵃⁱˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵘᵖʷᵃʳᵈˢ ᴱˡⁱᶻᵃᵇᵉᵗʰ, ⁱᵗ’ˢ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ʷᵒʳᵏⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒ ᶠᵃʳ.

𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 . .
𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝙗𝙖𝙙, 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘺. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵.

𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘪𝘳?