The middle-aged man, upon hearing her speak, suddenly revealed a hint of tenderness on his face and looked at the Chief of Heroic Spirits with some pity, whispering, "Because... it's only in front of her that I can feel like I, Kenton, am a man. Do you understand? You're too domineering, dominating everything to the point where even my every word and deed must comply with your demands and orders. Thelma, you'll never understand what kind of woman a man truly desires."
The Chief of Heroic Spirits seemed completely stunned, and Kenton's face turned indifferent once more, "The grievances between us have reached the point where they must end. I have endured until now, and now is the time to put an end to all this. The vengeance for the death of my wife and daughter must be sought from you. Thelma, only your death can soothe the hatred in my heart—"
