We always inquire about what others give us, but we never inquire about what we give to others. Part I

"Because he is the one who has been chosen." Merlin, the wizard, shakes his head. "But you are not."

“Boo…” Salzaal’s red eyes narrow. The atmosphere is akin to falling into the abyss. At the end of the table, I notice my father wiping the corners of his mouth before gracefully exiting the dining room...and coming to lean his face in to look inside like we do.

As for my mother… I do not see her.

I shake my head as I recall her, then I return my gaze to the situation in front of me.

Salzaal despises the terms ‘the chosen one’ and ‘the special one’ because he is the one who is rejected by the world. He falls into the category of ‘people who deserve to die.’

Even if the wizard Merlin said something that pricked the prince's nerves, his expression remains unchanged. "Arthur Pendragon was the chosen one. He is unique, but that was only one of the many reasons our forefathers followed him. Being chosen alone is not enough to inspire loyalty."