Farewell

"Sophia, wait! Explain to me what's going on," Arthur asked."

Sophia stopped and looked at him at that moment.

"Your daughter, Sophia Walter, doesn't exist anymore. Now, the only one left is Sophia Grace," she said with a cold expression.

"Do you hate me?" Arthur asked.

"No, I don't hate you. In this life, you are my father and always will be. If I have to hate someone, it's myself. If I had woken up earlier, I could have avoided this. I could have saved my mother," Sophia said, her voice filled with pain.

Milles, observing, felt pity and wanted to reach out, but at that moment restrained himself. That wasn't a matter he should interfere in.

He looked at Arthur, who started crying, remembering when he declared his love to his wife or when his daughter was born. Those moments were very important to him. Remembering that, he started crying like a child.

At that moment, he realized how selfish he had been with his daughter. Even if he died, what would that achieve? Surely his wife wouldn't want that. But at that moment, he wasn't thinking; he was frustrated, filled with anger. And he went all out, losing an arm, and if it weren't for his daughter, he would already be dead now.

"I'm sorry," he said, genuinely repentant.

"No need to apologize. I understand your side," Sophia said. But before she could say anything more, Arthur got up and, even without an arm, tried to hug her. She returned the embrace.

That scene was beautiful. Milles, seeing this, smiled. The most beautiful love is family love. After hugging, Sophia asked:

"What will you do now?" Sophia asked.

"I don't know, but I think I'll continue in the guard," Arthur said.

"You only have one arm," Sophia said.

"I know, but I can't abandon. Aside from you, it's the only family I have left," Arthur replied.

"I understand. Take care, dad." Even though her mindset was thousands of years older than her father's in this life, in the end, she was still his daughter.

Arthur, hearing this, started crying and replied:

"Yes, my daughter. Dad will take care of himself." Sophia left and gestured to Milles.

"Let's go." Milles smiled and waved, indicating for her to go ahead.

"What do you want, young man?" Arthur asked.

"Don't strain yourself. And don't worry about your daughter; I'll take care of her," Milles said.

"Thank you," Arthur thanked.

"Goodbye." Milles left and went towards Sophia.

Sophia, still moved by her encounter with her father, stopped for a moment and looked at the sky. The stars shone intensely, as if they wanted to comfort her. She took a deep breath, feeling the cold night breeze caress her face.

Milles, watching closely, approached cautiously. Getting close to her, he hugged her.

She looked at him with a slight smile. "Milles..."

He nodded, understanding. "The night is so beautiful."

Sophia smiled weakly. "Yes."

The two hugged in silence for a while, each lost in their own thoughts. The night was quiet, except for the distant sound of nocturnal animals and the rustling of leaves.

Finally, Sophia broke the silence. "Milles, have you ever lost someone you loved?"

He paused for a moment, thinking about the question. "Yes, I have. And the pain never completely goes away. But I've learned to live with it and move forward."

She nodded, understanding. "I want to be strong, like you."

Milles chuckled softly. "You're already strong, Sophia. And don't strain yourself. Didn't I tell you that when you enter the devil's den, you can't come out? Strive to protect yourself, but if you can't, you have me."

Milles said, lifting her up towards the sky.

"Milles!" She felt a bit of panic being lifted.

"Stop that!" she said.

"Hahahah," Milles laughed.

Meanwhile, Arthur, still in the village, looked at the sky, remembering the happy moments he had with his wife and daughter. He knew that, despite everything, they would always be in his heart. With a final sigh of relief, he went back to meet the guards.

"Captain," the guards and coachman arrived.

Seeing them, Arthur smiled and went towards them. After meeting up, they departed.

"Let's go," he said. They moved forward, going wherever destiny would lead them.