I Never Wanted His Child - Chapter 134
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“Don’t do this! Father, please stop!”
Emilia cried out as her father unsheathed his sword, mercilessly slaughtering the people around him.
No matter how much she yelled, he didn’t stop. Courtiers fled in terror, and he cut down everyone in his path, from the elderly to young children.
The stench of blood assaulted her senses. Gasping for breath, Emilia struck her father’s chest with all her strength.
His cold green eyes remained devoid of feeling, even as he killed. There was no sign of guilt.
Instead, Emilia was struck with fear as she witnessed the madness and ecstasy swirling in his eyes.
The world spun around her; she felt nauseous and dizzy.
No amount of pleading or shouting could reach him. Knights bearing the seal of Duchy Loren seized those trying to escape.
Blood sprayed before her eyes, and the air filled with screams.
A person with dirty blonde hair, too murky to be called golden, was talking with her father.
Soon, one with brilliant golden hair was dragged forward by a knight.
“Kill them! You will ultimately meet your doom!”
His voice, filled with malice, echoed throughout the castle.
There was no fear in the face of death; instead, he stood tall and shouted defiantly, exuding authority.
His burning red eyes glinted as if they could incinerate everything.
Emilia covered her mouth. The horrific scene unfolding before her was reminiscent of something she had witnessed before.
She could barely breathe. Her heart raced violently, refusing to calm down.
“Ugh! No, stop! Everyone, please…!”
She cried, tears streaming down her face as she covered her eyes. It felt like she might collapse at any moment, struggling to catch her breath.
A figure resembling him, so similar that she could almost believe it was him, lay on the ground, bleeding out and dying.
“…Bayern.”
It was definitely Bayern. The life, along with the countless others whose names she couldn’t even count, flickered out like a candle.
“Ugh, haah…”
Tears flowed relentlessly.
“Die! Die! It’s all your fault!”
At that moment, Dahlia’s hands gripped her throat tightly.
Why? Why was Dahlia so enraged by Bayern’s death?
Emilia looked at her with trembling eyes. The child resembled Bayern perfectly, and in her tear-filled gaze burned a fierce desire for revenge.
“Ugh, I… can’t… breathe…”
She struggled to catch her breath. As she tried to push Dahlia away, the faces of the dying flooded her mind, and she couldn’t muster the strength.
She felt a strong pressure tightening around her throat, suffocating her in pain.
“Die! Someone like you should just die!”
Consumed by madness, Dahlia’s red eyes gleamed as she seemed intent on truly killing Emilia, tightening her grip around her neck.
Emilia gasped for air. Instinctively, she grasped Dahlia’s hand, trying to pry it away.
Her face, once flushed with anger, turned pale as if she was about to lose consciousness.
Tears glistened in Dahlia’s reddened eyes.
“Cough…”
In her blurred vision, someone appeared.
“M-mi… Mikhail…”
Her body slumped as darkness closed in.
* * *
Mikhail silently watched Emilia, who was crying in her sleep, haunted by nightmares.
He did nothing, simply listening to her anguished cries.
Even as he saw her struggling for breath, he didn’t wake her.
“M-mi… Mikhail…”
When she called his name, it snapped him out of his reverie. He frowned like being splashed with cold water on his face.
Bursting through the door, he called out to the attendant.
“Fetch a doctor.”
He swept his hair back, letting out a weary laugh.
It felt as if the gears that had been forced together were finally breaking apart.
The doctor assessed Emilia’s condition while glancing at Mikhail.
“Don’t beat around the bush. Just tell me.”
“It seems the cause is the deep wound. Her fever is too high, and she has pushed herself too hard. She needs to rest for a while.”
“She’s weak.”
Mikhail looked at the sleeping Emilia.
The pillowcase was damp from her tears.
Her eyes were reddened, and her dry lips stood out starkly.
The grip on the blanket was so tight that the bandaged wound had reopened.
“She keeps groaning… It seems she’s having nightmares.”
Dell said cautiously. Mikhail gazed down at Emilia.
He knew what kind of dreams she was experiencing.
The stories he had told her must have manifested as dreams, especially since the name of someone she would never hear again slipped from her lips as she moaned in distress.
“We need to bring her fever down first.”
“I’ll stay by her side all night.”
Dell dipped a cloth in lukewarm water to wipe Emilia’s face.
“You must keep this up without stopping. If you don’t, things could take a turn for the worse.”
“Take a turn for the worse?”
Mikhail’s demeanor grew fierce. The doctor swallowed hard, his throat dry.
“We need to reduce her fever to prevent brain damage. Given her weakened state…”
The doctor stammered as Mikhail, fixated on Emilia, rolled up his sleeves.
“Step aside. I won’t let her die like this.”
She couldn’t just slip away so easily and futilely. She had to remain by his side until the very end.
