Sir Ares, Goodnight

Jay blamed him, saying, "You regret it, don't you? You regret giving her such a cruel and inhumane order. You're her birth father, Monster. Yet you allowed her to die while pledging her loyalty to the military intelligence division. What right do you have to control her destiny?"

Monster roared in sorrow. "Do you really think I wanted her to die? I merely don't want her to end up like me."

Monster was struggling, and the hemp rope was causing wounds on his arms.

Jay retorted, "How do you know that she would've ended up like you? Do you think we're the same kind of people, so blinded by hatred that we'll mercilessly kill the innocent?"

"But you wouldn't have treated her kindly!" Monster emphasized.

Jay said, "Perhaps I wouldn't. However... My wife would've."

The anger surging in Monster's eyes flashed quickly like fireworks, and it gradually grew calm.

"What's the point in saying all of this? She's dead, so this conversation is of no use." Monster snarled.

she very unfortunately survived. My darling Angeline, although sickly, had carried her out of the dense

eyes widened, and a touch

his surprise turned

using her to threaten me? I'm telling you now that your efforts are futile. I'll never hand over the Boyes' medical

eyelashes were drooping, and

appeared rather indifferent. He merely gracefully added, "When I found Angeline in

that brat has such an absurd affection toward Angeline. It's no

her." Monster said, "Didn't she gain you people's trust after getting injured on purpose? How could she not have had the chance

had asked Thirteen to poison Angeline when she was still living in

was keeping a close watch on her. How on earth could

astonishment flashed across Monster's

to him clearly that

How was that possible?