For Gwen and Kefla, no matter what, he was still their father.
Viktor took out the armor, placed it in front of them, and apologized to them several times.
What does this tell us?
Everything is self-evident.
Kefla raised her head, forced herself to hold back her emotions, took a deep breath, and tried to calm herself down.
After a long while, she lowered her head, looked at Viktor, her eyes trembling with disbelief:
"So, you went and dug up our family grave, didn't you?"
Viktor looked at her in silence.
After a moment of contemplation, he slowly nodded.
Kevlar: "..."
She took a deep breath to ease her dizziness.
Gently rubbing her temples, she asked Viktor with a questioning tone:
"No, my father's grave is in the North. How did you manage to get there and back?"
"I am a mage, I can teleport."
Is that the crux of the matter?
Kevlar was on the verge of a breakdown.
Kevlar was somewhat devastated. Regardless of how controversial Angus's behavior was during his lifetime, he was, after all, her and Gwen's father.
Without saying a word, Viktor ran over and quietly dug up the grave.
How can she, as the daughter, accept this?
Oh, it's not that they didn't say anything; they did make some noise.
At least he came back to apologize to them.
But this does not erase everything Viktor did!
Kevlar, clutching her head and feeling dizzy, said:
"So when you said you wanted to apologize to Gwen and me, you meant this?"
Victor nodded again.
Kevlar took a deep breath and leaned against the wall:
"I thought you meant something emotional when you said you were sorry to Gwen."
In retrospect, it would have been better if Viktor had actually done something to wrong Gwen.
Even if Viktor did that, Gwen might still accept it.
If the reason is reasonable, there may still be a possibility of being forgiven.
But how can anyone forgive someone for digging up their father's grave?
The more Kefla thought about it, the more unreal it felt today; everything seemed to become blurry.
No, no, this must be a dream.
She shook her head, searching for an excuse to convince herself to accept what was happening.
But before Kevlar could speak, a cold voice suddenly came from in front of her:
I forgive you.
Kevlar: "Huh?"
No, how could you suddenly forgive me?
Sister, I admit you harbor a lot of resentment towards Father, but let's wait a bit before forgiving him, okay...?
Kefla leaned against the wall, staring blankly ahead, her face full of confusion.
So, without any explanation, you forgave him?
What was the motive? What were the reasons?
Why did Viktor dig up their family grave?
Upon hearing Gwen's forgiveness, Victor leaned back slightly, as if he had already anticipated this response.
But then, Gwen's gaze fell on Viktor's face.
"Besides that, have you done anything else to wrong me?"
Kevlar, standing to the side, seemed quite surprised.
Because, she suddenly realized.
This was the first time Gwen had proactively asked someone a question since her sudden personality change.
Although this person is Victor.
Viktor looked up when he heard Gwen's words.
His eyes met Gwen's.
He could clearly sense that Gwen's gaze was incredibly pure.
It seemed to penetrate the soul, like a dazzling ray of light piercing through the gloom.
Even after a long time, Viktor's gaze remained unwavering.
He took a deep breath and said firmly:
"No."
"I can swear on your behalf."
The room fell silent instantly, as if enveloped in tranquility, and even the howling wind outside the window seemed to have stopped.
Only the breathing of the two of them gradually quieted down, and their heartbeats sounded particularly loud in the stillness.
Gwen gazed into Victor's deep, obsidian-like eyes, as if her soul had glimpsed some kind of jewel-like light in that profound darkness.
Suddenly, as if they had realized something.
The corners of her mouth turned up slightly, a gentle curve creeping up her cheeks.
At that moment, Kefla, who was standing to the side, widened her eyes.
Wait a moment……
Gwen...she smiled!?
Has she recovered?
Kefla didn't say anything; she covered her mouth, somewhat unable to believe what she was seeing.
She dared not disturb them; for a moment, the surrounding silence was almost unbearable.
In the large room, only the rhythmic, synchronized breathing of the two people could be heard.
After a long while, Gwen's slightly gentle voice finally rang in Victor's ears.
It's like two rivers intertwining and gradually merging.
"I trust you."
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