As Anastasia asked her question, Kajin sighed and looked at his hands. They were covered in burn scars, remnants of the intense training he had endured for years.

Anastasia glanced at Kajin, a faint hint of sadness on her face. She shifted her gaze toward the window.

"So, what are you going to do now that you’ve escaped?" she asked. "What’s next? Your new chapter has begun. If I were you, I’d probably enjoy life, live under a secret identity, and observe the world from the shadows," she said, her red eyes flicking back toward him.

Still staring at his hands, Kajin took a deep breath and spoke.

"A new chapter, huh? Well, I don’t know. I guess I’ll try to follow my goal. I’ve said it countless time,the kingdom we live in now is built on lies. The citizens believe every word the king and queen say is the ultimate truth. Even when someone disagrees, they’re too afraid to speak up. Fear rules this rotten kingdom," he said, his voice low, tinged with sadness and fatigue.

Slowly, he looked up at Anastasia.

"If this kingdom wants to see change, it has to acknowledge its wrongs. But someone needs to lead them toward what’s right, and that someone is me! I will take the throne from my mother and father, and I will lead this kingdom to glory!" Kajin declared, his voice fueled by anger and a burning desire for justice.

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Anastasia looked at him, a soft laugh escaping her lips.

"What’s so funny?" Kajin asked sharply. "Do you think my goal is a joke?"

Anastasia remained calm, her lips curling into a slight smile.

"You talk a lot about your goal, dear brother, and I absolutely agree with you. But you’re forgetting something," she said, beginning to walk toward the door.

Kajin stared at her, confused. "What am I forgetting?" he asked.

Anastasia placed her hand on the door handle.

"You’re forgetting... about your dream," she said.

Kajin froze, her words catching him off guard. She looked at him one last time before stepping out of the room and closing the door behind her.

"Wait! What do you mean by that?" Kajin shouted, hoping she would return and explain.

"Dream... dream?" he repeated to himself. Falling back onto the bed, he placed a hand on his forehead.

"What did she mean by that?" he murmured. "Do I have a dream? What... is my dream?"

Kajin bit his lip, frustration building.

"What is my dream? What is my dream?! WHAT IS MY DREAM?!" he shouted, trying to find an answer.

"Ever since I was little, I only had goals in mind. I was always trying to complete them as fast as possible, trying to prove to everyone that I was capable. I was treated like nothing my entire life. I wasn’t even supposed to exist... I was just an unwanted weapon they kept in their arsenal."

His voice trailed off as he thought back on his life.

"I was just... a weapon," he whispered.

After a moment of silence, he looked toward the large window overlooking the mountains. Slowly, he stood up and walked toward it. Opening the window, he took in the crisp, cold air and closed his eyes.

"This feeling... it’s something else," he said softly.

Turning back toward the door, his eyes lit up with realization.

"My dream..." he whispered.