"Is that necessary?" As my hands remained bound by Anti-Mana cuffs, I couldn't help but feel annoyed by the situation. Peter Greenvern, who was keeping an eye on me, left after exchanging a cold stare with my father. Layla struggled to reach me, but Uncle Jarett held her back. By the way, even John had been arrested by that shitty king.
As I turned around, my eyes fell upon my 'father,' who was sitting on the ground with his back against a boulder.
"You're not my father, huh? It was actually pretty obvious from the way you treated me," I said with a mixture of bitterness and resignation.
My father's response was unexpected. Tears streamed down his face as he muttered, "I…lost everyone… My brother… Oryanna and Elona…and him."
Despite my anger, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for the man before me. Losing loved ones was a pain I knew all too well.
