König was one of the most vicious and brutal men you could ever meet.

But when it came to you, it was quite difficult to act negative toward your childish and happy personality.

9pm. You were in Königs training group, and König was giving everybody a harsh training. Except you, of course.

You were lay on your front on the grass, doodling on paper. Your several crayons were scattered around you.

"What you-.. drawing?" Asked König, his accent thick and tense, above the groans of soldiers.