I feel so wronged this time. This bunch of people from the Capital is finding fault in me for not going to the towns where some of their families lived to help them. I did go to some towns, I did save some people, but I am not a hero in this story.
The hero is the Duke, and I was the villain. I should not be blamed for not doing hero things. I am the Great Predator, the one that is a warrior without acknowledgement. They should fear me, they should shake and tremble before me, right? Just like the people from the Dukedom, they should not talk to me as if I were a hero that had failed my job, because it is not.
"Miss Lucia," the dear waitress, Katy, served a piece of cake while I was still hearing the many complaints of the people. One by one were telling me and writing the names of the ones that were living in the other cities.
