In such a corrupted world beyond redemption, that young master who grew up in a greenhouse actually dares to discuss justice? Who does he think he is? A hero capable of setting things right?
Don't joke—
Those who could be called "heroes" or "saviors" never existed from the start, and they won't appear now.
"Well… let me just enjoy the sight of your ridiculous fantasy and shallow justice being crushed into a pitiful state."
The caterpillar stared intently at the High Court and murmured to itself indifferently.
"Please continue to hold your position here. I will find a way to break through the blockade and return to the academy, after which I will advance on Versailles."
The young man spoke calmly, without swearing oaths or making excuses. His gentle and composed voice conveyed a sense of utmost determination, almost enough to settle one's nerves.
