Chapter 470 (2/2)

In his childhood, Caitel was so sad that I wanted to do every possible thing for him

However, he wasn’t the version of e person, sos, and a nasty guy, but even he had a daughter

Young Caitel was still inaround rass, flowers…

Even young Caitel

… everything disappeared so quickly

Looking down in my arms, I saas empty

Dad, I need to find him…

I was still lost Where on earth was dad wandering in his mind?

“It’s dark”

Pitch black darkness wherefroly, it wasn’t scary It was e I was in a real drea at this rate, I wouldn’t findCaitel?

It didn’t see from him

Instead, as time passed, I only wanted to stay with dad and make sure he was happy

“What should I do?”

I was still lost in desolation

Suddenly the scenery changed aan to increase

The sky gradually turned black The soil et beneath my feet

As I lowered e but faht

Red puddles

Blood

As I raised my head reflexively, I saw a land tainted in blood—a terrifying landscape, covered in blood and piled with corpses

What else?

At that moment, when I went stiff, I aze which was no different fro my feet

Dad…

No sound caed sword, just the sight of hih to terrify people from a distance

Which version of Caitel was he?

No, which memory was this?

Dad’s unknown past, the road which he had already passed, soe It seemed more miserable than disastrous I wouldn’t have been able to endure it

I had nothing to say I thought of forcing e I wanted to s right in front of me

That… as that?

I noticed that soht; it was after I blinked a couple of times

Wait, hold on!

When I turned hter

The only thing I saas the darkness once again, but it seeinated

And soon found…

This

“This is me”

… as I there?

A sht up, a tiny and cute lady, playing with a golden ball It was young me

Of course, it wasn’t me

It see a ball when I o years old No, four years old It had been a decade

Did I look like that? It was a strange feeling to see my father’s conscious memories It was natural since I never met myself in person Weird

It didn’t feel like me; it was like another entity

Pretty

I admired her appearance

As she rolled the ball, she ran around in the dark garden

So lovely She was so cute that I couldn’t believe that it was me

Was that how I looked in my father’s eyes? I was shocked Was I always so lovely? I always thought of hoould view h he would view usted at what I atching

I couldn’t get used to it

As I frowned, the youngwith the ball in her hands

Huh? What?