They soon exchanged glances and smiled, imagining Drake stammering and apologizing. The two were roughly experiencing the "catharsis" sensation that would exist hundreds of years later.
However.
"Ah... you speak of my shameful and ugly past."
"No, I wasn't trying to point it out. I was just concerned..."
"Aren't you referring to the time when I was ugly, dirty, unscrupulous, and obsessed with the wealth and pleasure that slaughter provides?"
"...What?"
They had underestimated Drake too much.
Drake suddenly bowed his head deeply. And just as actors in the 21st century often do on variety shows, he suddenly dropped a tear.
"I... will go to hell. A sinner like me deserves to die!"
"Ah, no, that's not what I..."
"Your Majesty, no. No matter how hard I try to do good deeds, it's as useless as mixing honey with poison. I know too. Since the Lord sees everything, I too will someday pay for this sin..."
