Chapter 95: Blood and Goodbye
Lirian's legs were shaking, her chest rising and falling with breaths.
But she couldn't stop fighting.
Not with Lucius still standing.
Across from her, her father adjusted his sleeves, his pristine white tunic stained with blood—not his own, but hers.
His face remained calm, but his glaring eyes looked with something darker.
Amusement.
Satisfaction.
And something else.
Regret?
No, that wasn't possible. Not him.
He lifted his sword, twirling it effortlessly in his grip.
"You always were stubborn, Lirian," he mused, his voice sounded as smooth as ever. "But you've grown into such a… troublesome girl."
Lirian wiped the blood from her lips, glaring at him with pure hatred.
"You mean I learned to fight back?"
Lucius sighed, shaking his head.
"And yet, it still won't change your fate."
With blinding speed, he attacked.