'Today is the day someone was brought into this world, while another namelessly left it. I'm talking about my birth mother. I hear she passed away even before having a sip of the soup for mothers. The former king refused to appoint a nanny to rear the bastard son who had killed his wife, so I was nursed on this seaweed soup, instead of breast milk. I wanted to call him father just once, but he... never allowed it.'
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