Lilia's heart slammed against her chest. Her knees buckled slightly. Why?
What hurt the most was the fact that her father would have been be alive by now—if only her mother and sister hadn't committed such an evil deed. She wondered what they would do now. With her gone, they'd probably celebrate.
Why is the world unfair? Just why?
Deep down, she knew life was simply unfair.
And that was what hurt the most.
That was what truly pierced her—the bitter truth she couldn't escape.
To her surprise, the old man—probably the king—began to laugh. Her father was still on his knees, polishing the man's shoes.
"You? You're the one who caused the real problem in the Land of Bordom?" the man said, chuckling darkly.
"You haven't even reached the heart of the Deadlands, and yet, you've already stirred chaos among our own. And it seems you plan to do more."
