The True enemy

The king sits in his throne. His hand holding his cheek, as he sits comfortably and giving an air of confidence. He has this amused smile while Louis awkwardly stands firm in front of him.

The King: How ironic. The abolisher of monarchies standing against its creator.

Louis: The creator of monarchies? So you are the one that created these unfair systems, the one who has made his people suffer.

The King: I am not your enemy. I want to be your friend. An ally that will become the only one that could help you fight.

Louis: What do you mean?

The King: The reason I forced you to train with that sword, is so that you have the strength to use me.

Louis: Use you?

The King: Yes, I want you to exceed where I have failed. It was too late, I was already past my prime, but I was determined to take them down. You lack power. Even if you were to wield a sword against Hunters, at some point they will be strong enough to destroy it.