Miel closed his eyes, hiding the pain away. He sighed inwardly.
After some thought, he took something out of a spatial device and put it down. After that, he looked up and felt his body relax. He had said what he needed to say. If he was scorned by his daughter, so be it.
They said that it was the role of a father to be hated, and only long after their children had grown up would they understand his sacrifices.
Miel didn't believe that he deserved any description so great. He wasn't a martyr, he was a selfish man who used a good woman and made her suffer endless pain for the crime of loving him. Even if Aina always hated him, he deserved it.
In this life, his only role left was his ambition to set the Brazinger family on the right path once again. Everything else would have to wait.
Then, he vanished.
