"No matter how much they talk, when their lives are at stake, they ultimately reveal their true colors. It's the same for everyone. Slaves, royalty, there are no exceptions."
Garten spoke as if to himself. And as if he had been waiting, Carl dug into that gap, following Garten's words in a truly vile manner.
"You were of humble origins, weren't you? A slave?"
Garten's mouth suddenly stopped, and the corners of his mouth trembled.
It was so sudden, so painful, so horrible, and so frightening that he couldn't even utter a word of denial.
"Even if you kill me, a member of the royal family, your past as a slave will not disappear."
"No! I'm not a slave!"
"Yeah, no. Not now."
Carl spoke with confidence at Garten's sensitive reaction.
"But since you are revealing your own miserable and sordid past, you still consider yourself a slave."
