Many years ago, Kevin, who had just joined the reserve army, was entrusted to take care of(beat) a troublesome kid during the spring break. Many years later, Kevin, the "resurrected" commander of the Bronze Army, returned to the royal capital, only to find that those in power had changed. His friend gloated: "You’re in trouble now. I heard you beat His Majesty several times when he was seven or eight." Kevin shrugged it off: "That’s ancient history. He must have forgotten by now." Oswald said, "The man you admire was the source of my childhood trauma." Kevin choked on his red wine. Oswald propped his chin on his hand and said casually, "But now, the power I hold surpasses his. How should I repay him?" Kevin: "……………………………………" Question: I beat up a brat when I was young, and now that brat is my boss. How long do I have to live? Answer: Have a good meal. It’s time to go.