The Love I Have For You (1)

"W-what do you mean by conquer, Fiona?" I asked, nervously. There were a lot of meanings of conquer that I did not dare think about... I need to clear my mind of these impure thoughts! The angelic and innocent Fiona wouldn't think about these things. She must've meant something else.

Fiona blinked her eyes. "What are you talking about, daddy? Conquer, as if to defeat someone in battle. Is that the wrong definition?" She asked, confused.

I cleared my throat and my mind. "No no, you're right. I was thinking of something else."

"Mhm."

We stared at each other in silence. Fiona eventually drew her dagger, pointing it at me. The sharp glint of silver coupled with her little fingers and her adorable face stirred my heart. She's so damn cute, but also terrifying... I remembered one nightmare I'd experienced. It was a horrifying sight that traumatized me. How could I bear to fight her when I saw what would happen if I did?

"Daddy. Fight and defeat me to overcome your heart demons. Don't worry about injuring me," she insisted, moving on to an aggressive stance.

My body tensed up as my heart rate increased. I stood there like a block. A frozen statue.

"D-do I h-ave to?" I whispered, hoping for her answer of no. I can't fight her. There's no way.

As much as I needed to get stronger, I wouldn't dare risk the health of Fiona for it, especially with my own two hands. I'm here to protect her, to pamper her, to spoil her, not to attack her! Even if she was a masochist, I wouldn't attack her either. My precious little kitten... why do you have to force me like this?

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, seeing as this was a blessing in disguise. We've grown closer, I've taken advantage of her and she's even thrown out such tender words, admitting she cares about me! This would've been a moment to go down the history books if it weren't because I had to... fight and defeat her.

Fiona frowned, staring at my unmoving body. "Daddy, are... Are you ready?" She asked, choosing her words carefully.

Her voice, so sweet, so pleasing to my ears that I would never tire of, somehow coerced me to move my frozen body. I watched as my body lost control of itself—leaning forwards and grabbing Heartbreak off the ground. The once familiar coolness of the metal blade felt so off, so wrong. I knew the reason, but I couldn't stop the discomfort. I was wielding the dagger I killed people with to fight Fiona.

She stared at me, trembling as I gripped Heartbreak and lowered her voice into a comforting one. "Daddy, it'll be all right. We have pills for minor injuries, and Fiona is strong too! Don't forget she's second stage Nascent realm, you might not even win the fight!"

Her jokes didn't lighten my mood, but it gave me a refreshing sense of reassurance. That's right, take deep breaths... you might not even win the fight... maybe I should intentionally lose, so I can give an excuse to grab her into my arms and take her away... No, that won't work. She's putting her trust and believing in me to overcome this trial and tribulation.

I... I can't run from this.

"Fiona," I mumbled, my eyes dark and hazy. "Get ready."

Killing intent burst from my body as Fiona stiffened. The sect elders were in multiple cultivation realms higher than Fiona couldn't handle it, so how could she? I stared at her body that I adored every inch of and felt my resolve weakened. I couldn't do this. I scared her.

She turned around and faced me as I dashed behind her, blocking my dagger with her own.

Clink.

Heartbreak flew out of my hands and pierced itself into the ground. I ignored her raised arm that held her dagger and pulled her into a tight embrace. Her body was still trembling from the pressure of my killing intent, which hurt my heart. I frightened her. It was a terrible idea to try to fight her.

"Fiona, I'm sorry... daddy couldn't do it," I murmured into her ears and patted her back. "Don't be scared, daddy would never harbor thoughts on harming you... I can't even raise my hand against you... j-just let me love you."

She sheathed her dagger and rubbed her head affectionately against my chest. "I know, daddy..." she reassured, sending waves into my heart.

"You just need to fight me, daddy. Don't kill me. Don't use your killing intent, it's very scary. I couldn't help but shiver under it. That must've broken your concentration."

"Daddy cannot fight you, Fiona.... He just can't," I muttered in a sullen voice. I too felt disappointed with myself, but I can't. When I raised my arm up for a minor cut on her hand, my strength and grit just disappeared.

Fiona grabbed her dagger and drew it to the back of my neck. She forced her words out as she mumbled, "Even if it costs you your life?"

I gazed back at her face that was centimeters from mine. My eyes felt misty looking at hers that were full of reluctance. I knew how difficult it was for her to threaten my life. She cares about me... a lot.

My voice was hoarse with guilt. I felt as if I betrayed her trust in me.

"I... I'm willing to do anything for you, Fiona, even dying for you."

She stared at me as I felt time fly by. Her breath and breath tickled my nose, making me squeamish. After a while, she finally said in a voice full of disappointment, "Daddy. If someone else threatened you like this, would you let them kill you?" she asked.

"Only you, Fiona. Only you."

"Daddy. I don't understand this. It's for your own good! I can heal my injuries in a flash! All you need to do is... is something! Even a cut on my arm would do!" She yelled with a hint of fury.

I pursed my lips and gazed into those blue eyes of hers. "I don't understand it either, my love for you. All I know is that you belong to my arms and my heart, and I'll never let you go."

She broke eye contact as her cheeks reddened. "D-daddy, y-you—"

"I love you, Fiona. I won't fight you, no matter what."