Chapter 842 - Death Will Be Too Unfortunate. (2/2)

Ferrad froze and his mind went blank—how did he not know the name of his daughter? When the King of Blades took him here as a hostage, his youngest daughter had just been born. Ferrad remembered her in pretty baby clothes, crying and babbling away. And ever since he arrived at the Light Clan’s holy land, there was not a moment that he did not miss his little girl. Secretly, he prayed for her to grow up healthy and happy. He even prayed to the Heavens to bless him with an opportunity to see his daughter.

“Gh… ghost…”

Ferrad stared at the girl lying on the ground, and his eyes were wide open in horror. What had he done? Blood was flowing out from her abdomen. His lovely daughter was drenched in blood and her face was as white as a sheet. Finally, he realized why he had felt the strong sensation of blood connection with her earlier on. It was not because she was a member of his clan, but because she was his daughter—his baby girl had already grown up into a lovely young lady!

“Dad… daddy…”

Ghost looked at her father through misty eyes as she arduously reached out with her blood-stained, slender hand at him.

CLINK!

His dagger fell from his hand. Ferrad felt his soul torn out of his body. He dropped to his knees and held Ghost’s hand tightly. His entire body was shaking uncontrollably. He cried, “You… you are my daughter… Ghost? Oh Heavens, what have I done?”

Knowing that her father had finally recognized her, Ghost smiled, revealing her two rows of beautifully arranged teeth, which were brimming with blood.

“Daddy, you… you finally recognized me. I am so… happy.”

“Why? Why must it be you? Why?” Ferrad cried in anguish. His hands were shaking as remorse filled his heart.

“Because I… I have always wanted to see you, Daddy. You are just like how I imagined. Kind, caring. I… I think I have your eyes, Daddy,” Ghost raised her hand to touch Ferrad’s rugged face. She wanted to etch the memory of his face in her mind for eternity.

Ferrad was inconsolable, and he cried in grief, despairing for the daughter he had never seen but always loved.

Duck Emperor had grown very fond of Ghost. He shared in the sorrow and was continuously wiping his tears away.

“I… I did not expect that it will end like this. But to see you, Daddy, I… I have no more regrets,” Ghost moaned. She smiled sadly. Then her hand dropped from Ferrad’s face and she laid motionless on the ground.

Ferrad began laughing hysterically, a maniacal and wild cackle, as he looked up to the sky, and yelled, “Oh Heavens, why must you do this to me? I alone should bear all the pain! Why must you involve my daughter in this? Why?”

His sorrowful plea to the Heavens was so heart-wrenching, it touched all who heard him.

“It seems a little cruel,” muttered the King of Thunder as he glanced at the King of Blades.

The King of Blades recovered from the shock of the incident, and said softly, “Well, I did not think it was any of my business.”

“I did not say that it is your business,” replied the King of Thunder.

“It was not earlier on. But now, it is.”

The King of Blades sped forward like a shadow, took out a pill, and stuffed it into Ghost’s mouth.

The pill dissolved immediately in her mouth. Despite her inability to swallow, her body still absorbed the dissolved medicine.

“A Pill of Resurrection?”

Ferrad looked at the King of Blades in shock and muttered, “Your Majesty, you…”

“This young lady looks pretty adorable. It will be a waste if she dies just like that. When she wakes up, I am thinking about putting her under my command. Do you have any objections to that?” said the King of Blades.

Ferrad’s mind froze for a moment. Then joy overwhelmed him. Immediately, he went on his knees and continuously kowtowed the King of Blades. “Thank you, Your Majesty, for granting me my wish! Thank you!”