Looking at the now silent King of Bodich lying on the ground, Lis gave a few glances before losing interest.
"He's dead, Mom..."
Helen, on the other hand, watched John Bertic slowly lose his life with unwavering determination in her eyes.
She had thought that avenging the perpetrator would bring her satisfaction, but after it happened, Helen felt an unexpected sense of relief, with only the memory of her mother left in her heart.
Lis touched Helen's little head and said softly:
"It's over, he's dead. From now on, you need to live for your mother and for yourself."
"Don't let hatred consume you anymore."
"Yes, Teacher!"
Helen responded in a low, hoarse voice.
Feeling the warmth from her teacher's palm, she tightened her grip on the hem of Lis's clothes with the hand that had put away the dagger, as if being close to her teacher could provide her the most solid support.
I'm lucky to have met you, Teacher...
