⚔️Serberia

Veserod was genuinely angry.
- Actually, this is your grandfather's city. By belittling it, you are belittling your own lineage and yourself. And if your lineage doesn't even make you proud, then others will disregard it as well. 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 arrogant people there. While you waste your energy trying to denigrate your heritage, they respect theirs. They honor their 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 mad in your own little world. You know nothing about life, honor, 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 attacking "abo-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 simple 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 firmly took Yuyu's hand.
- Stop humiliating yourself. A game is when everyone has fun. But this is not a game; it's a deception.