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- If you are not even capable of fighting, then you are of no use as an ally. You don't deserve to be Kanade's successor!

The shortest path to wealth is through contempt for wealth.

Look at your qualities. You have my contempt. And if it is from you to yourself, then it will be great. The meanness that you call qualities. Only convenient for your owners. And lies to seem to those who no longer exist. Or there will be contempt.

We're late for hell! Make way for the chariot!

Who are Vera Sidelnikova and Alexandrina Olga.

Silent contempt is the most terrible thing in the whole wide world. Especially when it comes from close people. One look is enough to make you realize how low you have fallen. There is no anger or resentment in them. That's why they're scarier. You cannot blame a person who is silent, who does not hate you, but still expresses deep disapproval. The people who became a family, who turned the tide of my life, whom I don’t want to let down for anything in my life, who can’t be returned anymore, dislike the person that I became, but still continue to love, because I’m not a stranger ... This blade cuts my heart...

So what do you need from me? Perhaps some explanation? Any great soul-saving story that would explain how events unfolded? Perhaps there was a reason - a driving force that would make everything logical; and, having understood it, you might hate me a little less than now. However, one does not exist. I never had time to repent. I am elemental. So to speak, axiomatic - such as the one who is inside a whole tangle of false moves should be. As you can see, I got my way. I am who I am. This is my blessing and - for the sake of symmetry - my curse.

The first time I saw you, I gave you a chance to get out of here. You stayed. In the face of God, I give you one last chance... Drop your weapons. Take your friends. Leave my flock. And go in peace...

The first time I saw you, I gave you a chance to get out of here. You stayed. In the face of God, I give you one last chance... Drop your weapons. Take your friends. Leave my flock. And go in peace...

- Nits! Tear to pieces!!!

- ... Noel ...

Anyone who seeks a job with just a head and a pen feels like a kind of social outcast at the beginning of this career. Nobody needs him, everyone despise him. His ambitions are ridiculed, his manuscripts are returned to him unread, and he is less cared for than a convicted murderer in prison. The murderer is at least clothed and fed, the venerable priest visits him, and the jailer sometimes even wants to play cards with him. But a man gifted with original thoughts and capable of expressing them is considered the worst of criminals, and if they could, he would be pushed to death.

Nobody will take revenge.

I won't flinch now!