"Is your wife a Slav?"
"Half, her father is a Slav and her mother is an Onsarian, Your Majesty knows, nowadays transportation is so convenient, and it's not strange to see mixed-blood children."
Napoleon nodded, "And then?"
"Later... her mother fell ill and passed away," Marvin spoke solemnly. "That was when I discovered that it wasn't the village I loved, but her. Without her, I couldn't bear to stay in that village a moment longer, so I took my two-year-old Emma and once again set out on a journey. Less than a year passed, and the gods descended. I smelled the business opportunity of magic potion, started contacting friends I had made before, and established the Manstein Potion Company..."
"So you chose to go to the Kingdom of Windsor because of Emma's mother?"
"No, I detest the Kingdom of Frederick."
"You detest your own homeland?"