The man was sad, but I didn't know the things that could make him feel better. I also didn't take back my hand. I let him hold it a little longer if that could help him calm down. Just like whenever I was feeling down, my friends would lend me their shoulders to lean on, and this time, I would do the same.
"I want to be seen as myself, not as a man with an iron fist who has conquered many territories for my own satisfaction. Ah, no. It is true. Putting those stupid nobles under my feet is such a joy, but… I haven't really found what I want."
The man tilted his face to look at me.
"I'm a pitiful man, right?"
I shook my head. The hatred felt by King Theodore was understandable. Actually, I also kept that feeling deep within me. Ever since I could see, the world wasn't really as beautiful as I had imagined.
