“My son,
On the day you were born,
The forests of all Ireland softly breathed your name: Levi.
My child,
I watched with pride as you grew day by day, becoming the embodiment of justice.
Remember, we have always ruled the tribe through strength and wisdom.
I also know
that you will use your powerful charm with care.
But true victory, my son, lies in inspiring the hearts of the people.
One day, my life will reach its end, and you will be crowned King of the Harem!”
Levi: “Speak plainly!”
“Actually, you have an arranged marriage. The girl is called Attila, and you're getting married next month.”
“...”
After running away from the wedding, Levi was surprised to discover that he seemed to have quite a few fiancées... Wait, why is one of them not even human?
Was this all part of your plan too, Father? Horus, you schemed against me!
