"I have a story for you." Damien didn't turn to Roy as he that. His back was to him, and he was ahead of him. They were moving very fast, quickly approaching the manor in the distance. "Do you wanna listen to it? It's a long story. So it will take time to tell."
"U-um… sure," Roy replied.
Damien said, "16 years ago, I went to attend my aunt's funeral. Countless nobles and commoners from across the land also came to send her off because she was the wife of their hero. During the funeral, a baby was shoved into my hands by a rude maid. I was quite immature and ignorant at that time. I tried to be gentle while holding him, but the baby kept tugging at my locks. That annoyed me, and my face hardened.
