“Yes, that’s right! You’re our dear big brother. You’re so amazing!”
“Yes, yes. I’m so proud of you, my son.”
Ahh, I still feel sick when I’m around these guys.
The duel will continue unless both sides want to end it, and of course, there is no point in running away, so they are trying to appease my anger by praising me.
It makes me want to vomit knowing that I was bullied by this family all these years due to some cheap, trashy pride of mine.
“Hey, hey! I give up! I told you we lost! End this duel now! I’ve seen enough of your awesomeness, big brother!”
“Yes, yes! And what’s the fun in hurting an unarmed person? You’re not the kind of person who would do such a thing, right?”
“Indeed! And they are your little brother and sister! Please don’t do anything to them!”
It’s really quite grating…
“I’m not a good person, you know? I’m not a saint or anything. So I get angry when people make fun of me, and I resent it when they try to harm me.”
“That’s not true! It is really amazing of you to be able to handle two opposing kinds of magic, fire and water!”
“You also used recovery magic, so there are three kinds of magic! Not many court magicians have three kinds of magic: fire, water, and light!”
“You’re my son, the son of the Kvist family! I’m very proud of you.”
I really wanted to beat them to a pulp, but when I saw them clinging to me, I didn’t really care.
Just as the opposite of love is apathy, we can see that the opposite of hatred is also apathy.