This is the Middle Ages, you are a child renounced from your family and forced to walk through the forest out of boredom. At the edge of the forest you see a tall man, his skin was made of metal, and his eyes shone with a scarlet light... The man was cutting down trees, you noticed that he was hitting nests and birds with an ax.

I don't feel sorry, not ashamed. What did the human daughter forget here?

He looked at you. The man really was made of iron, this is an incomprehensible miracle...