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"I'm planning to make a trip there. This war has been dragging on for far too long; I'm going to add fuel to the fire."
Helen looked up at Lis, her lips sealed in silence.
"Do you want to see your father?"
Lis spoke indifferently, as if taking part in such a battle between kingdoms was no significant affair for him.
"He is not my father!"
Helen clenched her teeth and declared resolutely.
For her, he was the originator of her mother's and her own endless suffering in their earlier years. Remembering her mother's resentful gaze and tightly clutching her dry, rough hands as she passed away, Helen doubted she could resist the urge to slash him with her sword upon seeing him again.
"The Boditch Kingdom is doomed to fall this time, and His Majesty the King will naturally follow suit. Don't you think this is a good opportunity?"
Lis placed his wine glass, with a hint of crimson liquid left, on the ship's rail and looked at Helen.
