Happy Life
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Veserod was genuinely angry.
- Actually, this is your grandfather's city. By belittling it, you are also belittling your family and yourself. And if your family doesn't even make you proud, then everyone else will ignore it. How many friends do you have in the capital? How many of them genuinely smile at you, and how many whisper behind your back? There are plenty of proud people there too. While you waste your energy trying to denigrate your heritage, they respect theirs. They honor the ancestors who made them who they are. And that's why they are stronger than you. That's why you want to come here and try to make others feel inferior. Didn't your grandfather teach you that? Or your parents? - Veserod smirked bitterly. - Of course not. You've all gone completely mad in your own little world. You know nothing about life, honor, or self-respect. Even the "arrest-thieves," who should understand this by nature, have gone crazy. Everyone is stepping on each other, and as soon as something happens outside the fence, they start complaining about "abomination-nations." Your grandfather built this city with his own hands, feet, teeth, and claws. He carved it out of the rock, tearing his skin and breaking his bones, barely eating or sleeping, all for the sake of ordinary Hans. That's why everyone here loves and respects him. Ordinary people, complex people – it doesn't matter. And he respects and loves them. That's where the strength lies – in having something of your own, protecting it, and being happy. Your grandfather wanted you to understand this yourself, but he miscalculated.
He took Yuyu's hand firmly.
- Stop humiliating yourself. A game is when everyone has fun. But this is not a game; it's a deception.
- Actually, this is your grandfather's city. By belittling it, you are also belittling your family and yourself. And if your family doesn't even make you proud, then everyone else will ignore it. How many friends do you have in the capital? How many of them genuinely smile at you, and how many whisper behind your back? There are plenty of proud people there too. While you waste your energy trying to denigrate your heritage, they respect theirs. They honor the ancestors who made them who they are. And that's why they are stronger than you. That's why you want to come here and try to make others feel inferior. Didn't your grandfather teach you that? Or your parents? - Veserod smirked bitterly. - Of course not. You've all gone completely mad in your own little world. You know nothing about life, honor, or self-respect. Even the "arrest-thieves," who should understand this by nature, have gone crazy. Everyone is stepping on each other, and as soon as something happens outside the fence, they start complaining about "abomination-nations." Your grandfather built this city with his own hands, feet, teeth, and claws. He carved it out of the rock, tearing his skin and breaking his bones, barely eating or sleeping, all for the sake of ordinary Hans. That's why everyone here loves and respects him. Ordinary people, complex people – it doesn't matter. And he respects and loves them. That's where the strength lies – in having something of your own, protecting it, and being happy. Your grandfather wanted you to understand this yourself, but he miscalculated.
He took Yuyu's hand firmly.
- Stop humiliating yourself. A game is when everyone has fun. But this is not a game; it's a deception.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
