Hundreds, even thousands of years ago, there lived a hero, a great dragonslayer. He was perfect in every respect, complete and utterly without flaw.
He was a prince of the Netherlands.
Countless men wished to serve under him.
Countless women offered him their unwavering love.
The hero never betrayed their [wishes].
His moments of rest were brief, but not because he sought battle. Rather, battle would never leave his tremendous strength alone.
He received the treasured sword Balmung from the clan of mist (Nibelungen).
When he slew the evil dragon (Fafnir), he bathed in dragon blood and gained a body harder than steel.
An invincible sword, an invincible man.
With both embodied in a single hero, it was little wonder that countless wars needed him.
The hero's life held no blemishes or flaws, only the dazzling colors of legend.
Yet he was far too much like a [hero].
Whenever someone needed him, he answered.
Whenever someone knelt and begged, he always took their hand.
If they wanted him to exterminate vicious beasts, he exterminated vicious beasts. If they wanted to win the affection of some cold, proud beauty who would submit to no one, he racked his brains for a solution-he simply acted, simply [fulfilled].
Regardless of good or evil, he merely [fulfilled] their [wishes].
He always answered those who begged him, whether or not it was truly necessary.
He never reached out to those who did not beg him, whether or not they truly needed nothing.
Yes, he abandoned many people.
He abandoned many who never begged him (the weak).
He abandoned commoners suffering in poverty because they never begged him.
He also abandoned commoners who suffered injustice and oppression at the hands of local gentry and bullies because they never begged him.
Conversely.
When corrupt officials who lined