Gordon's nails dug into his palm, blood oozed from between his fingers, yet he felt no pain. He wanted to scream loudly, but no sound came out, and all he could do was swallow the grief helplessly: "Kallen... I'm sorry... I've let you down..."
"Let's leave now, okay? Didn't you always want to start over in the Capital City? We can go there now! We can go anywhere you like! I won't be King of the Borderlands anymore! We'll start over together!"
"Hahaha!" Kallen let out a sharp laugh, looking at him with a mocking gaze, "Gordon, if you could stick to your beliefs without wavering, and from now on just kick me away, determined to be this king, then I'd at least see you as a bastard with principles."
"Now our daughter is dead, and you want to start over? Where were you before? If you could so easily abandon your empty fame, then what was the point of all the fighting and killing all this time?"
