Nicholas furrowed his eyebrows. "I don't understand, White Blade Guards gave you everything…"
Monty shook his head and interrupted him, "Of course you don't understand."
"You are the person selected by Kaslan, the future commander that he hopes to cultivate, and the one who was to become the existence who could hold the war banner for the White Blade Guards in the future."
His breathing became faster. He pushed his right hand firmly against the ground and dragged his hand across the surface. He looked at Nicholas, and his eyes were full of grief and injustice. "Soray Nicholas, you are the glorious, shining Snow Blade, how can you understand this saprophagous dirty raven like me?"
"Yes, White Blade Guards gave us everything, but Kaslan… he didn't give us the freedom of choice."
As he listened to Monty's strange words, rage burned in Nicholas' heart. "If you talk about him again——"
But Monty interrupted him unceremoniously!
