Who else besides me is a unique-born human, which is a fraternal twin like me, born in an actual Kingdom on Earth, have feudal noble ancestry, stands 6 feet and 1.25 inches tall,
has black ravened hair, has light pink peach to sun golden yellow undertone light-medium fair skinned, and born exactly on the day that align with the total number of constellations, ides of March, and the birth of a star?
Why are there so many illiterate spear warriors upset at words? I guess intelligent words even in books make them angry for they are more powerful compared to sensitive-hearted emotional fists?