It must be Mum.

I must defend the honor of his family abused by jealousy!

Go, son.

And don't believe in you that you will not match for an army.

They fear thanks to you your strength. You will make porridge, better, your slaves!

Yes, that's it. Servants, good for nothing, you manipulate to your liking...

..By fear ! HAHAHA !

Yes, uh, they finally leave us alone, that is my only wish.

Yes, sorry. I get carried away.

This is madness! Don't go, I beg you!

I would Mom.

I wouldn't be long.

Jean-Chilles...

We no longer have to hide.