Rise of the White Dragon

At the same moment that Princess Clarice and Marques Thaylon entered the room, the temperature became denser and colder.

Clarice's eyes grew alert, she grew fearful.

'Daddy discovered something, why do I feel he wants to kill me?'

The mere thought that her father found out what she and Marques Thaylon had done left her terrified, but not wanting to arouse suspicion, on the outside, she pretended that nothing different had happened, which is a mistake.

Clarice had complained about everything since she was a little girl, if it were she didn't feel guilty, she would have complained about the Patriarch's cold temperature and bloody look.

'She did it!'

This fact made Patriarch more certain that his daughter killed her sister. Even the fact that she avoided looking directly into his eyes was an even greater certainty.

"Marques Thaylon…" The Patriarch's cold voice echoed in the room as he looked at Marques Thaylon. Then he looked at his daughter.

At this point, even Marques Thaylon starts to worry.

"I know what you two did." The Patriarch's cold voice made them both shiver from head to toe.

"Patriarch, I don't know what you're talking about." Despite his fear, Marques Thaylon feigned ignorance of the matter.

"Dad, I'm confused too, what do You know?" Clarice almost panicked. She felt a great urge to run away.

"Do I need to draw?" Patriarch said with a cold laugh: "Hahaha, you two made me a fool, but do you really believe that killing other women by making me look like a serial killer would fool me? Do they really think that?"

"Dad, dad, I can explain, it's not what you think."

Quickly approaching the Patriarch, she took his hand while looking at him anxiously. Her eyes were panicked, fear gnawed at her, she knew how much he cared for her sister if he found out the truth...

"Oh, so what is it?" The disdain in the Patriarch's voice wasn't hidden, he waved his hand making Clarice head toward the wall.

"Clarice!" Marques Thaylon moved too fast and managed to catch her before hitting the wall hard.

*Cough!*

Marques Thaylon took the full impact, it was as if a cannonball had hit his stomach, making him spit blood.

His eyes wavered, he cared for Clarice, but not to the point of wanting to suffer in her place, but he didn't think the impact would be so strong, so he was surprised when he spat blood.

"Hahahaha! I see I understand…" The Patriarch's laugh echoed very loudly inside the office. His eyes grew colder and sharper. "It's nice to know you care that much about her." A little disdain flickered in the Patriarch's eyes.

"Patriarch, don't go too far...!" Marques Thaylon, despite the fear he felt he was the son of an Emperor, did not believe Patriarch Miller would be able to kill him.

"Too far away... You mean like you and my bastard daughter killed my daughter?" The cold in the Patriarch's eyes was like frozen hell.

"She deserved it!" cried Clarice. She already knew that at this point there was no point in pretending. She saw how much Marques Thaylon cared for her, giving her courage to go against her father who had been afraid for a long time. "That bitch, she knew I loved Thaylon, but she didn't want to break off the engagement, this bitch got what she deserved, she dared to call me a bitch...! I'm not wrong, she did, she was the bitch who wanted me to marry my man! Mine just mine!"

*SLAP!*

"WASH THAT FUCKING MOUTH WHEN TALKING ABOUT YOUR SISTER!" Patriarch slapped him so hard it made Clarice turn like a pinwheel.

When the Patriarch shouted these words, his face was completely red, saliva came out as he screamed, his eyes were like he wanted to strangle this unfilial daughter to death.

This time, even Marques Thaylon walked away. The love he felt for Clarice was no lie, however, he loved himself even more; seeing how angry Patriarch Miller was, he dared not side with Clarice and ended up dying from a lapse of anger at the Patriarch.

"Y-You, did you hit me?!" Clarice couldn't believe it, in all her life, it was the first time her father had hit her, and it was so hard that when she spoke, five or more teeth fell out as blood ran down her lips.

"Silly girl, I'm not only going to hit you, but I'm also going to kill you." Patriarch said coldly as he pointed his finger at her: "You poisonous creature, just because of this man, did you dare to kill your sister, blood of your blood, the flesh of your flesh. Don't think you can go on living after what you've done!"

"Patriarch!"

"Shut up, you son of a bitch!" Patriarch Miller looked at the Marques Thaylon with eyes more dangerous than a beast.

"Don't think about leaving here alive." Patriarch told him: "After what you did, poisoning my daughters against each other... I know everything, everything, all the evidence was found, I know you played one against the other and the winner would stand like you. Is not it?"

"How did you find out?" Marques Thaylon's eyes were in total panic.

"Hahahaha!" The Patriarch laughed aloud: "Fool, fool, fool... I was bluffing."

"Thaylon?" Clarice looked at him in disbelief, she even forgot the pain she was feeling at that moment while looking at him.

Patriarch looked at Clarice: "And you, you vile creature. Your sister must have initially fallen for this bastard's game, however, something strange happened a few days ago, she told me I should promise I would never let you marry him, I didn't understand at the time, I just thought she loved him and for I didn't want to lose the fiance, but now I think I was wrong, and I regret not having paid more attention."

"Ahhhhhh!" Clarice screamed as she started to cry, she cried out loud.

She once loved her sister very much, however, as time went on, she began to envy her. He even wanted her fiance, and then... It got to the point of killing his own sister.

"You can't kill me, my father will seek revenge if you do." Pointing a finger at the Patriarch, he said while his legs were wobbly.

Faced with the oppressive power of an Emperor, he was nothing, if Patriarch Miller wanted to, even if he used all the resources he had to save his life, Marques Thaylon would not be able to get out alive.

"Your father, yes, your father would do that." The Patriarch laughed: "But he doesn't know, he's still going to treat me like a friend when I visit to talk about the engagement, after all, no one outside knows what happened here in my town, and it's going to stay that way until I'll go 'talk' with your father, if you know what I mean."

"Do you... do you intend to kill my father?" Finally Marques Thaylon an expression of total dread.

Without his father, even if the Patriarch does not kill him, there were many people who had a grudge against him, some who were willing to torture him for millennia...

"Do not move!" As soon as these words were said, and even more oppressive power fell on the body of the Marques Thaylon making him unable to move.

"Wanting to kill yourself?" The Patriarch's eloquent eyes sneered as his lips curved in a cruel smile: "Don't think you can kill yourself, I won't let you do that."

Then he looked at Clarice.

"As for you, unfilial creature." Patriarch said: "If you kill now, or else, I will do it myself."

"Father..." Clarice's voice broke. She was still remembering all the good memories she had with her sister, regret hit her hard, her face was streaked with tears. "I was a fool, yes, I know... No, I don't deserve forgiveness, I know... Dad, I was a whore, wasn't I? Dad, do you think she's going to forgive me in the afterlife?"

"…" Patriarch was silent. He looked at his daughter as he looked almost lifeless, and just stood there silently as he continued to stare at her.

"Does not matter." She shook her head: "Even I... Sigh, nothing matters, nothing..." She looked at Marques Thaylon: "I loved you, but it seems that love blinded me... Why does it hurt so much to imagine that soon will my father torture you so much that you'll wish you were dead?"

She shook her head and then with her own hands, twisted her neck, taking her own life.