Chapter 447 - 352: The Death of the King of Bodich_3
Chapter 447: Chapter 352: The Death of the King of Bodich_3
“Do you recognize me?”
Helen’s voice echoed in John’s ears as he carefully raised his head to look at the little girl standing before him now.
Her delicate and adorable fair face bore an expression of determination, and her body, which had just begun to mature, still retained a hint of youthful tenderness, wrapped in fitted leather armor.
If John had seen such a lovely little girl before, he would have definitely ordered an Attendant to capture her and bring her back to the Royal Palace, to pamper her thoroughly and vent his beastly desires.
But now, under the terrifying might of Lis, he had no such thoughts whatsoever.
Looking at Helen, John Bertic felt a sense of familiarity, but he just couldn’t seem to recall who she was.
He had seen too many women, and who could tell if the little girl before him had any relation to them.
“Miss, have we met before?”
John asked cautiously, his expression full of pleading.
“You…”
Helen was at a loss for words, not knowing what to say.
Originally, while waiting to meet this “Father King,” Helen had thought of many things.
To tell him about her mother’s tale, to make him understand that today was his retribution, to make him regret his past atrocities against her mother.
To beat him up, to release the anger in her heart.
Or to torture him, to let him experience the pain her mother and she had endured.
In the end, Helen suddenly realized all these actions were meaningless.
This bastard had clearly forgotten her mother completely.
Indeed, how could this man, who had persecuted and humiliated so many, remember that poor girl from over a decade ago?
With clenched teeth, Helen was suddenly disinclined to tell him about her mother.
After all, her mother probably wouldn’t want her name to be mentioned by this man again!
The image of this King begging for mercy in tears, groveling in the dirt, couldn’t erase the hurt he had inflicted on her mother.
As Helen’s emotions stirred violently, a warm hand gently rubbed her head, and the voice of Teacher Lis reached her ears.
“It’s okay, Helen!”
“Do whatever you want, I’m right behind you!”
Helen pursed her lips, the gloom in her heart lifted slightly as she nodded earnestly.
“Mmm!”
It was time to make a final break with the past; teacher probably didn’t want her to dwell in hatred forever either.
Helen hesitated no longer, pulling out a sharp Dagger and slowly walking toward King John, who sat paralyzed on the ground.
When John Bertic saw the Dagger in Helen’s hand flashing a cold light, he was horrified, his bulky backside dragging his expensive robes, scrambling backwards.
“Don’t do this, I’ll give you anything you want!”
“Spare my life, my life is very valuable!”
…
At that moment, John’s mind flashed back to a scene somewhat similar to the present, except in that one he was the one standing, and it was a beautiful young woman who was fearfully retreating.
The woman looked extremely similar to the girl before him!
“I know who you are now!”
“I’m your father, how can you do this!”
“Spare my life for the sake of your mother’s Eh…”
Before he could finish speaking, Helen swiftly stepped forward, the blade of the Dagger crossing John’s throat.
Bright red blood spurted out like a fountain, the excessive blood spreading across the floor.
John clutched his neck, making a pained “heh heh” sound, his body shaking like a fat pig being bled out for slaughter.
After struggling for a long time, the King of Bodici had no breath left in him.
“Well done!”
Lis patted Helen’s head, comforting her.