"Father..." She embraced her father's head tightly as the weight of guilt finally sink in on her head.
She could tell that her father's body was getting colder, the slow trickle of blood from his chest a proof to her failed attempt to kill him quickly .
The knife was just too short and dull, and she was too weak and exhausted to muster enough force with her stabs.
But her father didn't hold her responsible. He endure the agony silently, determined not to reveal his suffering.
"D— Don't worry… Everything…is alright… now," he murmured, his voice weak and exhausted, his body numb from too much blood loss.
The only silver lining was that the Demon, true to its word, spared his daughter's life.
"I will live, and I will make sure to take revenge," she vowed, attempting to reassure her father.
She would spare no effort, ensuring that Cyril's life became a living hell.
"Eh?" a cold sensation gripped her throat.
