"What are you going to do now?" a brown-haired man asked, sitting before… Valra, who was sitting up on the white bed after a long time. She didn't speak or do anything, just sat there silently as her father talked to himself alone.
Her gaze remained fixed on her hands twisted in her lap.
Valra's father shook his head.
"Just staying silent won't help you. Now look, I am not like other fathers who force and control their daughters as they wish. And I… I didn't do it, right?" His voice held the faintest tremor, as if he was both pleading and defending himself.
As he leaned in, his words softened, "I gave you the freedom you asked for… I gave you the time you wanted… When you summoned your champion—do you remember how proud I was? I was the one floating over the clouds that night, Valra, so happy that my daughter didn't waste her potential and kept working."
