The Emperor’s Daughter - Chapter 342

His authority wasn’t taken away by someone else. He himself let go of his power over political affairs. It’s a story that my father admitted himself.

A king that doesn’t do anything after taking the throne…is more horrible than you would expect.

He sits in his throne and sneers over his subjects’ honeyed words, but still, just let them do that. He would watch his subjects lust after power like ants crowding over sugar. That’s how everything got messed up.

It was disgusting. If it’s not disgusting, then what would be disgusting.

A giant ant colony. That’s what he saw as he grew up in the palace of Agirgentom. A hell where disgusting bugs filled every crevice. Men who have lost their chastity and fidelity are intertwined, and a tedious ‘love game’ happened in broad daylight. Otherwise, it was just a sick human chess game. It was a hell of a mind-wandering hell to use each other somehow.

It couldn’t have been good. It can’t be good.

There was no way that respect could have been created for his father who made such a scene. He was a man who had never met face to face until Caitel was 13 years old.

He could’ve escaped that hell if only he had the will to do so. Yet he chose not to do anything. There is no way that respect remains for such an incompetent man.

Unless it’s some patheticness.

I wonder why the mother fell for such a worthless man. Father was just so worthless for her love.

He just reached out his hand.

Caitel’s daughter was still in deep sleep, facing him.

His fingertip touches her soft cheek. The child frowns on whether she is aware that someone touches her. But her frowning face is cute too.