King Girsal reclined in his plush chair, a wistful grin playing on his lips as he ran his fingers through his hair, sweeping it backward. His gaze drifted beyond the sleek glass window, offering a breathtaking view of the city sprawled below.
"Hah," he mused, his tone casual but reflective, "back in the day, I was quite the cringe-worthy kid, a real embittered one too. But I can't really blame my younger self, life was very depressing at that point in my life."
His fingers absentmindedly brushed against his beard as he continued, a sly grin dancing on his lips, "But at least I'm yet to fulfill my true goal, and next is for me to become fully perfect human and immortal."
As he stroked his beard thoughtfully, he couldn't help but let out a chuckle. "And speaking of plans, it's high time I reinforce the control seal on Aurianna. Every time she looks at me or her mother, it's not just rebelliousness in those eyes; it's pure, unadulterated hatred."
