Celestia's POV:
My father struggled to speak after that. "How...can…. How can…. you say such a thing about me?"
For the first time in my life, I smirked at my father. And I didn't feel guilty about it because I have lost all the respect I had for him.
I casually stood before him while I traced my nails over the chain that was binding my wrists. Dead rock chains might be destructive, but they look glossy and smooth to touch.
"Celestia! You know that I face my enemies on the battlefield directly and defeat them. It is not my way to sabotage my opponents with tricks and shortcuts," he defended himself.
"Are you serious?" I chuckled out. "Right now, you have your enemy imprisoned in the dungeon below, and you have tied him up with a dead rock chain. You just proved to me that you are a double-faced hypocrite!"
"Celestia," he shouted out loud in rage. Soon the color Scarlet flushed in his face as he got furious.
