Mar 4, 2025
"You ever meet someone so insufferable that you start to understand why some gods smite people? That's Merlin. Seven hundred years, and he still hasn't figured out when to die. Every time I kill someone annoying, I think, 'At least it's not him.' And yet, here he is—again—breathing my air, wasting my time, and making my job significantly more irritating. I once saw a mosquito bite him and die on the spot. Even the damned bloodsuckers reject him. Anyway, just a friendly reminder that if anyone happens to accidentally push him into a pit, trip him near an open flame, or convince him to walk off a castle balcony, I would personally consider it a public service. Not that I'm suggesting anything. Of course."