I do not think myself blessed when I became the target of the ravings of madmen.

[It perplexes her. Nobody dared to even speak to her when she was king and, of a sudden, those two Casters and Gilgamesh professed ridiculous claims that are more insulting than unnerving. There was one exception and that had been her sister, Morgan, who was her declared enemy.

Morgan was the one who reached further than any of them will ever accomplish.]

Nor do I care about how sour I would taste. You can mock all you want about that bloodstained hill, though it is a place out of your reach.