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Chapter 444: Is it or isn't it?
Chapter 444: Is it or isn't it?
Are you going to wipe out the royal family?!
Upon hearing the words of "Princess Veronica," the old king could no longer hold back his anger. His eyes widened, and he shouted, "How dare you?"
"Why wouldn't I dare?"
Seeing the old king in front of her, whose defenses were broken by her words, and no longer looking down on her, Princess Veronica couldn't help but smirk. Her expression was one of pleasure, yet also regretful, as she said:
"As I thought, in your heart, the most important things have always been the 'honor of the royal family' and the 'power of the king.' I, as your daughter, have never been in your considerations.
Well... I can't say that I've never been in your thoughts. When my mother was still alive and could help you like Joshua's mother, your paternal love for me was genuine."
Glancing at the old king, whose expression was filled with uncontrollable anger, even more so than when he had his head chopped off, the metal princess shook her head. Her eyes turned cold as she concluded:
"But after my mother passed away, and my grandfather's family was squeezed dry like the Lane family is now, completely losing their value to you, I, as a daughter who couldn't provide any resources, also lost the qualification for your paternal love.
You're a good father, and you're never stingy with your affection. It's just that your love comes with conditions; it requires me to hand over my worth first."
"You?"
After hearing Princess Veronica's analysis of him as a father, the old king on the ground couldn't help but pause for a moment. Then, with a doubtful gaze, he asked, "You... why do you know all this? Are you really Veronica?"
"Father, I've told you many times; I am Veronica!"
Looking at the old king, who was still hesitant to believe her, the metal princess sneered, "But I'm not the kind daughter who cherishes family ties. Although I really don't want to admit it, strictly speaking, I should be the dark side that she actively suppressed."
"What do you mean?"
"It means that I am the embodiment of the dark thoughts she doesn't want to acknowledge."
Gazing down at the old king on the ground, who was filled with doubt and uncertainty, the metal princess asked expressionlessly:
"Haven't you ever wondered why you've almost never seen any negative emotions in your daughter?
When she needed comfort the most after losing her mother, and you neglected her all these years, she never complained. Despite her dedication to being a princess, she rarely received any praise.
Even though she single-handedly supported the royal family, she endured the provocations of your foolish brother and the nitpicking and scolding of your even more foolish stepmother. She never showed resentment or cursed; even when you hinted at taking away her efforts by marrying her off, her first reaction was to find a solution... Don't you find that strange?"
"I..."
"Don't call me 'you' anymore. You should be grateful to have such an outstanding daughter.
Seeing the old king's expression of shock and a hint of shame in his eyes, the metal princess shook her head.
"From the moment she found me six years ago and placed me in her bedroom, the belief in preventing tragedies from repeating and letting her ideals and wishes take root in her heart.
She hasn't been without anger or complaints these years, but the surging negative emotions, the resentment and unwillingness, have been suppressed by the desires and ideals I represent.
However, these suppressed emotions, the impulses and evil thoughts she held back when seeing me, won't simply disappear. She endured you for six years, and these accumulated feelings have been building up in me for the same amount of time.
"After confining her to her bedroom for six years, the accumulated resentment finally exceeded her sanity's limits. And when her inner anger surpasses her kindness and rationality, it's my turn to suppress her!"
"..."
So, three days ago, something triggered Veronica, becoming the final straw that awakened the anomaly within her bedroom?" The old King's face contorted with deep regret as he listened to the Metal Princess's tale, gazing at the "daughter" before him, his eyes filled with remorse.
"If... if only I had known it would be like this..."
Upon hearing the King's words, the Metal Princess paused, a hint of struggle flashing in her emerald glass eyes. But...
"I shouldn't have locked you away in your bedroom!"
"..."
Indeed, someone like you could never feel regret.
After a silent pause, as if something binding her had suddenly snapped, the "Princess" with her rigid metal face suddenly displayed an incredibly humanized smile.
Her legs, twisted by nail guns, miraculously straightened with a few turns, even regaining a softness and agility uncharacteristic of metal, making her appear more human.
"Thank you, my father."
After moving her joints, now as fluid and agile as a human's, she spoke with a smile:
"I'm sorry, I lied to you just now. I'm not Veronica, but I am an anomaly that revived by drawing upon her repressed darkness."
"???"
As the Metal Princess, becoming more human with each moment, thanked him, the King stared at her with eyes full of shock and fury.
"As a direct descendant of the Thirteen Royal Families, Veronica's will is far stronger than I anticipated. Even now, she's preventing me from killing you completely.
If you hadn't taken away her last shred of innocence by your own words, I might have struggled with her for much longer, perhaps even been suppressed by her. I might not have been able to kill all the royals.
Haha, it seems you truly are my father. After all, without you, I might never have been born. And to show my gratitude for your kindness..."
As the old King's face filled with regret, the Metal Princess raised her ceremonial sword once more, aiming it directly at his head.
"I'll give you a quick end!"
...
Could it be... that I was truly wrong?
The King's ruby eyes reflected deep remorse as he gazed at the "Princess," whose eyes now held no hesitation or struggle, smiling as she swung her sword towards her own forehead.
If only he had treated Veronica better, given her more care, or even a little more trust... would the situation be different now? But... it was too late.
"Bang!"
Just as the King, filled with regret, watched the ceremonial sword descending upon him, ready to accept his fate, the window behind him exploded. A powerful gust of air rushed into the study, carrying shattered window frames and glass fragments.
(End of Chapter)
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