Chapter 59
“Papa.” Tears after tears fell on Holder’s cheeks as he stare at his blank-faced father. His father was looking back at him, but, it was all nothing but cold stares. It wasn’t the same stare that he once saw, and always saw, and always imagine when he was a child. If his father he saw as a child was a ball of sunshine, this man however is a king of doom. Evilness. “Are you my Papa?” he asked again. The surrounding shifted from loud laughs and mutters, down into fragile-shattering silence. Everyone fell into the unsoothingness after they have heard the words from Holder. They find it peculiar. Yet, no one among them dared to answer back—with a mock—from the captured soldier’s question. Because indeed, there was a resemblance of features in between their king and the soldier. They
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