"That bastard Asgarian!" Marvin fumed as he shouted and the wrapped double-bladed saber that was hung on his back seemed to be shaking because of the boy's anger.
In order to light a fire, you need fuel. In order to do something, you need a push and it seemed that Hecathe was an expert when it came to pushing people.
Hecathe smirked in satisfaction as he nodded to himself after hearing the name that fell out of Marvin's mouth.
Asgarian... There was no doubt about it. Hecathe had certainly read this name before somewhere.
Asgarian was one of the three willows of spring.
Just as Hecathe had expected, the three willows of spring really turned out to be his direct enemies.
Hecathe chuckled as he suddenly commented a quote that had once been used against him "Death shall be avenged with death. Fairness shall see no title. With the three willows of spring, this land will not forgive sinners."
