บท 182: Her Story

"My precious little girl. No one will ever be as beautiful as you."

"Really, father?" she giggled with glee, a juvenile sense of pride gushing through her body at the words of her father who seemed to know it all.

He was a great warrior she knew. One who protected the world from monsters that spontaneously appeared from rifts carved in space.

"Of course! I'll protect your innocence and beauty for as long as I live. That's what I'm here for, right?" 

"Right!" the little girl cheered as she danced in her father's embrace, coddled by the bliss of ignorance and the thick muscles on his body, honed through training.

"Do you think so too, mother?" the girl turned to the figure of her wiry mother who looked pale, bags visible under her eyes with the colour of her irises dimming.