บท 364: [364] A tragedy[2]

[ I am writing this as I face the horde…another horde has attacked and I have fallen even further, I have exhausted the last of my power…and only have enough strength to write my last words.

How pathetic…aren't I?

The corpse of my daughter, controlled by the plague is devouring me…I was able to kill everything else…But I cannot kill her, I cannot kill a child…my own child. She should be safe within the empire but she is here, in front of me, savoring my flesh.

I have lost all strength, but even if there was a flicker of it left I would not be able to utilize it.

I cannot kill her.

I used the last bits of my strength to hug her with one hand, and one hand to write this.

…my neck…she has bit it.

I am gonna die…fuck.

I'm sorry…Daddy wasn't able to pro-]

The words cut off…there was an empty feeling inside my chest as I completed reading it.

[Diary of a Failed Father has been used.]

The diary disappeared to dust and I looked at the corpse of the knight.