Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End Chapter 610.1: Promise (1)

Roel Ascart had plenty of dreams.

Most people only occasionally dreamt in their sleep, but Roel spent so much time unconscious that he was probably taking far too many remedial lessons on this subject. On the bright side, the fact that he was dreaming told him that he was still alive.

Sometimes, he would try to recall the dreams he had while he was in coma, but he couldn’t remember anything at all. Those were the dreams he had when he was in his worst condition, after all. That was why he was surprised by the current situation he was in.

Even though it was just a dream, it was far too vivid for him to shrug off.

“What’s wrong, daddy?”

“Ah? No, it’s nothing.”

Roel hesitantly stared at the little girl happily holding his hand before shaking his head. Confusion arose in his mind.

He was standing in the middle of a crowded street, under the bright afternoon sun. Busy stores were operating around him. He held the hand of a black-haired girl next to him, looking like a young father and daughter making an early market run.

What’s going on? Who is this child?

Utterly clueless about this situation, Roel took a closer look at the girl’s face and was surprised.

The beaming girl was around four to five years of age, but her delicate features and smooth black hair hinted at the beauty she would become in the future. She had a small, distinct nose, cherry-colored lips, huge eyes adorned with long eyebrows, and a pair of slightly pinkish ears.

Adorable! Or should I say ‘pretty’? Roel had to concede that he was awed by the girl’s delicate appearance.

Faced with Roel’s gaze, the girl looked back at him with her hands behind her back, the smile on her face slowly turning sweeter.

“Is daddy in love with me?”

“Ah? W-well…”

“Pft! I’m joking. Your expression looks funny, daddy. Hahaha!” The girl suddenly clutched her stomach and burst into laughter.

W-what’s wrong with this child?!

Roel placed his hand on his head, feeling a headache creeping in. He raised his head and saw a familiar holy white wall, which made him free

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