The moment Lazarus heard Primrose's words, he lifted his head with great effort and gave her a weak smile. "Yes… yes, I'm your father," he said softly. "Just… just stay strong. After this, I'll take you—"
"Shut up!" a holy soldier shouted as he kicked Lazarus in the stomach. "You're not allowed to speak unless the Cardinal tells you to!"
"Stop it! Stop it! Don't hurt him!" Primrose screamed with all her strength. Inside her, she felt burning rage begin to consume her soul.
If the mysterious man she had met at the manor really was the Cardinal, then Primrose swore in her heart that she would kill him on the spot if they ever met again.
SLAP!
Primrose stopped struggling when the Cardinal slapped her cheek so hard that she fell to the ground. She held her cheek, which was burning with pain. Her knees scraped against the hard ground, leaving deep marks.
"YOU BASTARD!" Lazarus roared.
