[Event] [Elven Utopian War] [79] Father And Son

"I knew placing that last resort spell would come in handy."

It was his voice.

I stood frozen, my breath caught in my throat. It was him—without a doubt, my father.

Alvara tightened her grip on Freyja, pulling her closer, her blade pressing against the princess's back just in case. Freyja barely flinched in response just observing.

My father turned, his grey eyes sweeping over me before settling on Freyja.

"You seem to be in quite the predicament, Princess Freya," he said.

"Kill them," Freyja ordered without hesitation.

Alvara scoffed, pressing the blade harder into Freyja's spine. "You'll be the first to die."

Freyja grimaced, but my father remained indifferent to the exchange. Instead, he turned his gaze toward another figure—my mother.

"I'm afraid I don't work for Utopia," he said. "I came here for my wife."

A lump formed in my throat. "F-Father..." I muttered, almost unsure if I should be saying it.