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- I don't care about your whims. I am not your slave. The books say that God gave people free will, and my will is to stop dancing to your tune here and now. So, do you need some motivation? - Ucon closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. In his mind, a rapid montage of the few miserable events that marked his life in this environment flashes by - from the very first conscious memories, with wanderings through the gloomy cave, to joining the community of warriors, with fruitless expeditions through the tunnels, setting a goal, aimless wanderings, up to the jester tournament.
Clenching his teeth, steeling his heart, opening his eyes, he picks up a stone from the ground and throws it at the demoness.
- A-ta-ta. - In order not to hurt the warrior's feelings any further, Óna pretends to have taken damage. - It hurts...