"Mirrun, I am not going to have pity on you". Dryan stood up before he walked to the corner of the wall.
"Your daughter isn't dead". He paused, staring at Mirrun with a cruel smirk on the corner of his lips. "If you answer my questions sincerely, I will let your lovely daughter live".
Even though his face was wet, and pale, the smile was visible. He is finally going to let his daughter live without the fear of paying for her father's crime.
"I… Will… Be sincere… Answers". He stammered.
"What did you say to Dasya?" Pretending not to know what exactly it was, Dryan asked curiously.
He knew Mirrun would never make honesty an option to save his daughter.
"I didn't tell him anything. I swear to my descendants!" Mirrun hesitated before he replied.
He did not know what Dryan wanted to hear, but he must tell him the truth.
"Mirrun, I told you that lying to me is like digging an ancestral grave, isn't it?" His brow raised, Dryan asked lowly.
Mirrun shivered as he stared at Dryan. He wished the goddess would answer his desperate prayers, and save him from the wrath of Dryan.
He knew Dryan would never give him an easy death, nor will he be able to save his innocent daughter.
'Why did I meet Dasya? Why did I become greedy? Why did I drag Khara into this?' As the thought of what he had done took the best of him, tears streamed his bloodshot eyes.
"Guard, bring Khara!" Dryan's voice echoed, instructing the man next to him.
On hearing Dryan's order, Mirrun trembled as the fear of losing his daughter terrified him.
In no time, a lady was dragged into the torture room. She was bleeding. Her lips were injured, her cheeks swelled, her body bruised, and her face looked pale.
As Mirrun raised his glare to see his daughter, he got petrified.
He felt sorry for what his daughter went through, and hated himself for making her go through it.
"What about watching your daughter die before you? Will you still lie? Will your almighty Dasya come for both of you?" The questions made Mirrun feel more pathetic.
Only if he didn't listen to Dasya, and trusted him, he wouldn't have been in this pain.
"Dryan, I didn't tell him anything. I swear, I wasn't able to tell him". Dryan, who didn't believe Mirrun's words, took a few steps closer to him.
"Was Dasya worth this pain you are going through? Was he worth the life of your daughter? Will you abandon the poor girl again?!" Dryan squatted behind him, asking him several questions which tormented Mirrun.
Dryan knew Mirrun wasn't the type to play with the life of his daughter.
If what Mirrun said was the truth, what should he be afraid of?
"I swear to my life. I swear to the life of my ancestors, I didn't tell him anything. I wasn't able to do so". Even though it was hard for his shivering lips to utter a word, Mirrun managed to let those words come freely as more tears ran down his cheeks.
He felt like just killing himself rather than to watch the girl he pitied to suffer because of him.
He didn't deserve to live, but did she deserve these sufferings, and pain inflicted on her due to his selfish interest?
"Khara, was your father telling the truth?" Dryan smirked as he squatted beside Khara.
She was bleeding, her face bruised, her weak body relying on the wall, and her blurry eyes piercing into his.
"Can't you answer me!" The sound of Dryan slap made Mirrun raise his gaze, which was glued to the ground.
He didn't want to see these moments, but his conscience wouldn't let him be as the groans of his daughter accumulated his ear.
"Kill me". As Khara saw her father raise his head, she smiled before she spit on Dryan's face.
"Khara! What did you just do?" Without sparing a moment after questioning her, a hot rod made its way to Khara's face, burning her face.
Mirrun trembled as he watched the iron burn her face, and other parts of her body, causing his poor daughter to cough out blood.
He regretted ever getting greedy and wanting more!
"Dryan, I would rather die by my hands than allow that filthy hands of yours to take my life! They did not deserve it!"
Maybe Khara's reaction can be due to her bravery or stupidity.
Without hesitating, Khara hit her head continuously on the wall until she felt life squirming away from her body.
Dryan who watched her act adamant and heroic, laughed loudly at her naïveness. "If I can't have your life, then, I should have your body burn to ash!"
He kicked the lifeless body of Khara before he instructed his guards to drag her out and burn her, then throw away her ashes.
"Dryan, why are you doing this to me after all I have done for you and your mother? Was dying not enough? Has she not suffered enough, why allow her body to be burned?" Tears streamed down Mirrun's face like a pool of river as he inquired the reason for his daughter's predicament.
Once again, Dryan laughter took the peaceful air as he turned away to Mirrun who he abandoned to deal with that stubborn child of his.
"You have raised your girl well. She is definitely different from you, a liar". His voice was more calm and cold as if he did nothing wrong or even hurt a fly.
"Do you think you can have the throne? Was killing your father not enough? Was framing Dasya not enough? Why must everyone die for a throne that isn't worth it? Wh..." Mirrun was unable to finish up his question when a resounding slap landed on his bruised cheeks, making him spit out blood.
He raised his glare, with contempt in his daring eyes as he glared at Dryan who smirked dangerously.
"Don't ever dare call my throne 'not worthy'. I will not spare even a fly!" His vein almost bugged out as he let his words come freely from his tempting lips, he yelled angrily.
"I think I am done with you! I need nothing to know anymore since Dasya will also be joining you too!" With that from Dryan, he brought out the poisonous knife he brought from his chamber and stabbed Mirrun continuously.
Leaving Mirrun to face his fate, he walked out from the prison.