Without the protection of that noble status, I truly understood the world.
It was weird, nasty, chaotic, and it took away precious things from me like crazy.
After I regained my identity as I wished, they all said that I had changed a lot.
Become no longer weak, like a real half-orc, cold-blooded, rational, accustomed to weighing everything with interests.
But who knew, I just wanted to be a prince quietly...
Kristians looked at me silently and suddenly said: "Are you cold-blooded? Are you rational? Is this you?"
I thought it would be cooler to write it this way, thinking that Klitsch would understand me.
But this guy looked at me seriously with his amber eyes, as if he really didn't understand what I meant.
He's not usually that incomprehensible...
I didn't want to change, so I said without giving up: "Isn't it... Isn't it?"
Kristens: "Change it, this is not you, and there is too much nonsense. There are not so many words to be engraved on the monument."
I sighed, thought for a moment, and had to write again:
"This is the story of a beautiful and kind-hearted prince who went through many adventures with his lover Krichens and good friends, and finally saved the world."
I find it a bit boring.
But Kristians was very satisfied. He turned his head and kissed me, and said with a smile: "This is you, always beautiful and kind, my prince."
The author gently disposes: first person
Purpose: Revitalize the Rabbit Cult and spread the seeds of peace and light all over the new planet ~