This was irony in its purest form. The son of a Hero. The daughter of an Evil Lord. The offspring of both joining to re-instill the terror that the Hero fought so hard to rid the world of. Normal people would try to run, scared out of their minds. However, Ein was barely what the town would call "normal."

Memories of his father resurfaced. The times he would put him through intense training without any results were endless, and he was always harshly punished for failing to live up to his father's expectations. After a while, he'd begin to do just the bare minimum to make his father [i]somewhat[/i] pleased with him, yet still go off towards the river and read instead of practicing with his practice sword.

Then there were the townspeople. 'You should be more like your father. Why are you such a bum? You're such a disappointment. Is he REALLY the descendant of someone so great? The mother must have been poor and sickly.' It was only insult to injury. Ein never wanted a life of glory and greatness, but the townspeople would do anything to maintain their delusions of grandeur. There was more to him than just "Oh, wouldn't it be cool if the hero's son could also swing a sword kind of hard?"

Sure, this princess might not be much better, since she was talking down to him every other sentence, but surely she saw SOME sort of value in him since he was chosen by her device.

Ein crouched down to his knees to talk on her level. "... You're right. I'm not cool," he confirmed, looking away from her and towards the emerging moon. "I can't use a sword to save my life, and even if I could, I'm just not that strong," he explained, looking back down at her. "I was never born to be a hero, but my father still insists on raising me like one. Him and the rest of town... I hate them all."

Ein paused for a moment before speaking again and looking back at her. "I don't think I have a choice, since your mind is already made up, but... I won't resist you if you're going to spirit me away. I don't want anything to do with this town, or my legacy," he admitted, showing her a level of speech on a more genuine scale.

"So, please... take me away."