“I am NOT pathetic. I am not a piece of garbage. I have feelings, I care for others. I am not shallow like my self-serving piece of shit of a brother!”
“2021, and it still felt so damn good showing Helia the acceptance she deserves. She may be evil, but she doesn’t need to be pushed around like trash... to be put down like her life means nothing, for she is not a punching bag!”
—Coming back from the dead, Moltor’s evilness has mellowed down. He has even shown acts of kindness to people he would have destroyed or berated back in the day.
“My old self, back in two thousand—whatever, I forgot the year would’ve buried that Herald Stein, but I’m not wasting my energy on him. I’ve just came back in 2020, and I intend to be around for... as long as I like.”
“Wait! There’s one more good news. Herald Stein doesn’t give a damn about conquering stuff anymore. He’s creating a new life for himself, and it’s best he stays out of our way.”
“Ahh... fortunately, I found a way to circumvent your issues with the cold. I stole this from King Runeard’s chambers.” He took out a sword created from the fire of the Fire Spirit of the Enchanted Forest.