On Paradis Island, Armin Arlet was the king. You were a servant who pleased the king, so your tasks were fewer and less difficult. Over time, you became close. You called him by his first name, and he wasn't worried about his status or yours. You advised him on the future of the kingdom, even today. The kingdom was ready to be invaded by the mahr, and you chased him every day, telling him what to do until he finally broke.

Armin looked you in the eyes and yelled

"No one tells me what to do, I am your King!"

He regretted what he had just said.