I Became a Foreign Worker Loved by Transcendents

Chapter 90: I Will Be Here. Daddy, Go Away.

Drip, drip.

The sound of flowing blood dripping into the lake.

In this vast lake, a single drop was so insignificant that it couldn't be noticed, but the ripples from the diluted blood drop were gently reaching where I stood.

Contrary to the emotional state I saw before losing consciousness, it is now eerily quiet and cold.

"You seem deep in thought, Daddy."

As I was silently observing, Pheloi, with her cloudy eyes fixed on me, began to speak.

The girl, still with her bloodied sword thrust into the surface of the lake, continued in a blunt tone, not changing the title she used for me.

"After all, in Daddy's memory, I was just a naive little girl. This dirty appearance must be unpleasant to you."

Dirty? Honestly, that thought never crossed my mind.

Just moments ago, the girl crying in the midst of a battlefield deserved sympathy, not disgust.

"But what does that matter now? Daddy, you didn't come here to have such trivial conversations, did you?"

Pheloi continued, as if my thoughts on the matter were irrelevant.

Then, with her lifeless eyes fixed on me, she asked,

"What you want, Daddy, is for me not to have killed Mom, right?"

Drip, drip.

The silence was so profound that the sound of blood droplets falling into the lake was clear.

In such stillness, I found myself unable to give any response to Pheloi.

I knew for sure that her actions were not born of a curse, but of her own will, and even the reason seemed justifiable now.

"Fortunately, Daddy isn't someone intoxicated with moral superiority."

Pheloi took my silence as an affirmation, seemingly relieved.

Such palpable malevolence was commonly seen among adventurers used to grim tasks.

Yes, as if teaching me, she could no longer return to being the child who once acted coyly towards me.

"Right, just as Daddy guessed... That woman once left her daughter and went away without a word. In an era where wars exist everywhere, she abandoned her own daughter, barely even 10, without a sense of responsibility."

With a sneer, she lifted the corners of her mouth in a bitter smile.

In her eyes, which fiercely gleamed, there was only emptiness.

"It's only natural to want to kill her. That damned mother."

"...Pheloi."

"Of course, Daddy might not have any bad feelings towards Mom, but once something has started, it's impossible to end it with just our wills."

As if mocking me for thinking there might still be a way.

Pheloi maintained her stance, intent on firmly continuing her argument.

"Daddy."

Still addressing me with the same title.

"Knowing full well that I harbored a grudge against her, did Mom really extract a soul from a dead body and create a replica of her daughter for no reason?"

I flinched involuntarily.

It was a reaction before I even comprehended it with my mind, as my subconscious accepted Pheloi's words.