Chapter 847: 444 Is it really her?

444 Is it really her?

You want to slaughter the entire royal family?!!!

Upon hearing the words of "Princess Veronica," the old King finally lost his composure, his eyes widening as he roared:

"You dare?"

"Why wouldn't I dare?"

Watching the old King before her—whose defenses had been shattered by her words, no longer maintaining his condescending posture—"Princess Veronica" couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth, her expression pleasant yet tinged with regret as she said:

"As expected, in your heart, the most important things will always be 'the glory of the royal family,' 'the authority of the King,' and the like. I, this daughter of yours, have never once been within the scope of your consideration.

Hmm... though I can't say I was never there. When Mother wasn't ill and could still provide you with help, just like Joshua's mother, the fatherly love you showed me was still somewhat genuine."

Looking at the old King, who was now so incensed he appeared even angrier than when she had cut off his head, the Tin Princess couldn't help but shake her head, summarizing with a cold gaze:

"But once Mother passed away, and my maternal grandfather's family was squeezed dry by you just like the Laien family is now, losing all utility, I, a daughter who could provide no resources, no longer qualified for your fatherly love.

You are a decent father, and you never hesitated to bestow your kindness, but it is a pity that your kindness is conditional; it requires me to first hand over my own value."

"You?"

After hearing "Princess Veronica's" dissection of him as a father, the old King's expression on the ground faltered slightly, and then he asked with suspicion in his eyes:

"You... why do you know these things? Are you really Veronica?"

"Father, I have already said it many times: I am Veronica!"

Looking at the old King, who remained skeptical, the Tin Princess sneered:

"However, I am not that good daughter of yours who cares about family ties. Although I really don't want to admit it, strictly speaking, I should be considered the dark side that she actively suppressed."

"What do you mean?"

"It means that I am the collection of those dark thoughts she didn't want to acknowledge."

Looking down at the old King, who was filled with suspicion and uncertainty on the ground, the Tin Princess asked expressionlessly:

"Have you never wondered why, on your daughter, you almost never see any negative emotions?

When she lost her mother and needed comfort the most, she was neglected by you, her father, for years, yet she never complained; she tried her best to be a good princess, yet she received almost no praise, and she never felt particularly disappointed.

Clearly, she was the one supporting the royal family with all her might, yet she had to be provoked by her foolish younger brother and criticized and scolded by a stepmother even more foolish than that brother, yet she never felt resentment or cursed;

Even when you revealed your intention to strip away her years of effort and marry her off to a distant land, her first reaction was to find a way to solve it, rather than having a big argument with you... don't you find that strange?"

"I..."

"Don't 'I' me. You should really thank me for having such an outstanding daughter."

Watching the old King, whose expression was somewhat shocked and whose eyes showed a hint of shame, the Tin Princess couldn't help but shake her head:

"Ever since she found me six years ago and placed me in her bedroom, the belief I represent—to change the kingdom and ensure tragedies do not repeat—became the sustenance in her heart.

It's not that she hasn't been angry or resentful all these years; it's just that those turbulent negative emotions, that resentment and unwillingness, were all suppressed by the wishes and ideals I represent.

But these impulses and evil thoughts, which she suppressed with reason whenever she saw me, wouldn't just disappear into thin air. She endured you for six years, and these things that were pressed down accumulated bit by bit within me for six years.

By the time you placed her under house arrest in her bedroom, the things accumulated over these six years finally exceeded the limit her reason could suppress. And when the resentment in her heart outweighed her kindness and reason, it became my turn to suppress her!"

"..."

So... it was the events of three days ago that stimulated Veronica, becoming the final straw that broke the camel's back, awakening the anomalous object in her bedroom?

After hearing the Tin Princess's account, a look of deep regret appeared on the old King's face. Looking at the "daughter" before him, he murmured with eyes full of remorse:

"If... if I had known it would be like this..."

Upon hearing the old King's words, the Tin Princess's figure faltered slightly, and a hint of struggle appeared in her emerald glass eyes. However...

"I shouldn't have locked you in the bedroom!"

"..."

As expected, a person like you is fundamentally incapable of regret.

After a silent pause, as if something that had been tethered to her body had suddenly been snapped, a smile that was incredibly human-like suddenly appeared on the "Princess's" stiff tin face.

Immediately following, her leg joints, which had been distorted by the nail gun, miraculously recovered after twisting twice, and even a hint of softness and agility that did not belong to metal appeared, suddenly adding a bit of human flavor.

"Thank you, my father."

After moving her joints, which had become smooth and agile and were now no different from a human's, the Tin Princess smiled and said:

"Sorry, I lied to you just now. Actually, I am not Veronica, but I am indeed an anomalous object that was able to revive thanks to the dark side she suppressed."

"???"

Looking at the old King on the ground, whose eyes were filled with shock and anger, the Tin Princess, who was becoming more and more human, smiled and thanked him:

"As a direct descendant of the Thirteen Royal Families, Veronica's will is much more resilient than I expected. Even at a time like this, she was still preventing me from killing you completely.

If it weren't for you turning around and killing her last shred of innocence with your own mouth, I'm afraid I would have had to entangle with her for a long time, or even be suppressed by her in turn, and might not have been able to kill all the royal family members.

Hehe, looking at it this way, you really are my father. After all, if it weren't for you, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been born at all. And to thank you for your kindness to me..."

Amidst the old King's expression of regret, the Tin Princess raised the ceremonial sword in her hand again and slashed down directly at his head.

"I'll give you a quick end!"

Could it be... that I was really wrong?

Watching the "Princess," whose eyes no longer held any hesitation or struggle, smiling as she slashed a sword toward his forehead, a deep sense of remorse finally appeared in the old King's jewel-like eyes.

If... if only he could have been a little better to Veronica, if he could have given her a little more care, or even... even if he had believed her just once, would the situation now be different?

But... everything is already too late...

"Bang!"

Just as the old King watched the ceremonial sword slash down in despair, preparing to wait for death, the window beside them suddenly exploded. A surging air current, carrying broken window frames and glass shards, roared directly into the study. ===== CHAPTER 848 =====