Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End Chapter 611.1: The Second Promise (1)

Humans rarely remembered their dreams, but today, Roel learned that it was possible for a dream to be vividly imprinted onto a person’s mind, especially when it involved the sudden discovery that one had a daughter.

The abrupt parting in the dreamscape filled Roel with an intense feeling of loss, but before he could process it, his eyes suddenly shot open and he found himself met with a face.

A woman was tightly embracing him. Her long black hair flowed down her shoulder, contrasting sharply with her fair skin tone. Her beautiful lips tempted one’s desires, and her amethyst eyes shrouded her in an air of enigma. She carried herself with an air of nobility and loftiness.

She was Lilian Ackermann, the Austine Empire’s ice beauty, though her cold edge was nowhere to be seen now. Her eyes brimmed with tenderness as she looked at Roel.

“You’re finally awake?”

“…Senior?”

“Yes, it’s me,” Lilian replied with a smile.

Roel clenched his fists tightly. Even discounting the year he had spent in the Witness State, it had been a long time since he had last met Lilian. Compelled by the raging feelings in his chest, he sat upright and tightly hugged the woman before him.

Lilian was momentarily startled, but she smiled and returned the embrace.

So many words had she wanted to tell him when he woke up, but they seemed to fall flat now that she was finally facing him. She struggled to find the words to express how she currently felt. Maybe there was no need for words at all. Maybe what they needed was each other’s warmth and the resonance of their bloodlines.

As they nuzzled against each other, their Kingmaker Bloodlines began resonating intensely. The irrepressible intimacy they felt toward each other was intoxicating like the sweetest honey, pushing their heartbeats to hasten.

It was a long time before Roel finally straightened his body and asked, “Senior, have you been well over the past year? I entered the Witness State, so…”

“I have heard. It’s not your fault.”

“Senior…”

“But I was still worried sick. I… I despaire

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