"I'm fine, just about to die."
"How can you say you're fine? I'll find someone to treat you right away!"
"No need, this is pneumoconiosis, it's incurable."
After rejecting Mars, Herbert helplessly asked, "Why did you come back after leaving? And you left a special mark to call me out for a meeting."
"I came for revenge!"
Mars's eyes were filled with hatred. For the past seven years, he hadn't forgotten the blood feud of the Embers Race for a single moment: "Let's go, Herbert, let's restore the Kingdom of Embers together!"
"Cough cough~"
Herbert coughed weakly and declined with a grim smile: "What can we do alone? Moreover, even if we could muster an army, in the face of the steam frenzy of the Iron Fury Empire, even the bravest knight would be easily crushed. Forget the hatred, you should think about how to survive."
"No!"
