"…I've told you, don't call me that." – said the Justice Of Warmur as he glared at the woman whose whole body was covered in a cloak.
"I maybe have a blood of that sorry excuse of a king in my veins, but I don't acknowledge that thing as my father."
"Well, unfortunately for you, if you wish to save the Warmur kingdom, you will need to use that bastard blood of yours while claiming the throne." – said the witch as she and the young man were the only present it the hidden prison.
"So, use it as a weapon."
"I've shown you first hand, that this entire nation will head to the ruins."
"…"
"Yes… You did." – said the young man.
"Well then, it is good that you still understand it." - said the witch.
"I will begin the next preparations, but please be wary."
"Now that your name is starting to be heard, it won't be long before the nobles start moving."
"I made you strong, but that doesn't change the meaning of this quest."
"You need to be the hero here."
