Chapter 618: He Died Long Ago

After some years passed, Kusayla suddenly contacted Shazaman—he wanted to obtain some supplies and provisions, preferably explosives too.

Shazaman didn't know what Kusayla was going to do, but he couldn't refuse his benefactor's request.

In the end, Shazaman decided to provide some food and medicine supplies for him, but refused to provide dangerous items like explosives.

Part of the truth from back then was revealed—now everyone knew Kusayla wasn't a completely worthless bad father.

He seemed quite responsible toward Dehya, paving the way for her?

[Dehya's tone slightly annoyed: "That guy, he's always like this... acting on his own, self-righteous..."]

Some readers felt Dehya was going a bit far saying this now, after all, Shazaman had just told about her father paying for her.

But readers who are parents or children could very much understand Dehya's feelings.

She was blaming her father for not telling her these things.

Saying he didn't want her to touch the mercenary world where one can't control oneself? Wanting her to live like an ordinary person?

Self-righteous! I'm your daughter—how could I not get involved?

Silently paving the way for me, even sending money to Shazaman who takes care of me, thinking he could fool me.

Acting clever! I'm your daughter—if something happened to you, how could I not investigate?

Damn old man, he wouldn't think he's being cool like this... In reality, Dehya couldn't help clenching her fist.

["If he just wanted to cut ties with me, then he shouldn't have casually brought me into this world in the first place."]

This sentence sounded like blame, but discerning people could see Dehya's sadness—she was using anger to cover her sadness, not wanting to expose her inner softness.

As someone who hadn't seen her mother since birth, Dehya had blame toward her father, but also toward herself.

This was why Dehya had the unconscious habit of self-deprecating words—sometimes she also thought if she hadn't come into this world, wouldn't it be better.

But Paimon has always been accurate at reading people, so Paimon spoke to comfort:

["Don't be sad, Dehya, don't be sad..."]

[Dehya's words carrying anger: "I'm just angry—I completely don't understand what he's doing."]

The anger here was real—there was indeed anger in her heart.

But her sadness was also real—Paimon didn't misread.

From what Shazaman said, her old man was very responsible—but if you're so responsible, why did you have me from a momentary mistake?

Why after the initial irresponsibility become so responsible... what exactly were you thinking... old man...

[Traveler comforted: "Perhaps we can trust once more?"]

[Dehya shook her head dejectedly: "I don't know, I really don't know... probably not, I can't do it."]

Continuous denials, but Dehya couldn't deny her heart—she urgently wanted to understand her father.

At this moment, she suddenly felt she didn't understand her old man at all.

Dehya wanted to figure out what her old man was up to, so she must continue investigating.

Instead, Dunyarzad's investigation ended—her father could be considered "aiding tyranny," he did bad things.

But this matter seemed to have no correct answer—Dunyarzad's mood was somewhat complicated.

Both girls' emotions were a bit chaotic—one lowering her head looking at the book, but not continuing to read at all, just maintaining this posture to think.

The other clenching her fist, only loosening when turning pages, reading the following story.

The story continued—Dehya found Jeht in the tavern, the other participant in this transaction.

This one was even more heavyweight—as a member of the "Corps of Thirty," he was from an official organization, yet dared to provide weapons to desert mercenary troupes.

Dehya's mood at this time wasn't good, so her attitude toward Jeht was very tough.

Not leaving any room for bargaining, directly forcing out the intelligence he knew, and demanding he turn himself in.

The real-world Jeht was also on the verge of tears—your problem with your father, why in the end am I bearing everything...

Dehya in the story didn't care about him, taking the Traveler to the desert location he mentioned for investigation.

"Dakan al-Ahmar"'s camp was here—Dehya's father should be here too, after all, he was the leader.

[Dehya bluntly: "Have Kusayla come out to see me—stop hiding anymore!"]

[Idrisi replied: "The leader can't see you, Dehya."]

["He died long ago."]

One sentence directly stunned people—whether inside the story or outside.

This sentence not only shocked Dehya in the story, but also shocked the real her.

Her fingers unconsciously exerted force, actually creasing the book.

Old man he died long ago?

Dehya's heart hurt a lot—a sudden accelerating pain.

Aggressively going to find him, only to discover he died long ago—the anger in her heart vanished, leaving only heartache.

No, how is this possible? Why didn't anyone tell me? He's just not wanting to see me, so lying to me, right? Right? Right?!

[Dehya urgently asked: "When did that happen? What exactly occurred?"]

Dehya didn't know all this—one reason was her deliberate distancing, the other was Kusayla's intentional concealment.

Dehya's angry runaway from home after arguing with her father was instead an opportunity for Kusayla—an opportunity to let his daughter stay away from here.

Dehya never would have thought that the parting back then was forever.

Idrisi told Dehya everything—for example, all people in "Remnants of the God King," whether actively or passively loyal, must leave a "criminal record."

A dirty, immoral, unforgivable record—this was the method the boss of "Remnants of the God King" used to maintain internal control.

And Dehya was the only exception—she was born here, grew up here, yet never heard of this matter.

[Bashar: "From the moment you were born, the leader has been protecting you, not letting you touch this organization's darkest 'rules.'"]

Kusayla not only protected his daughter, he also protected his troupe members—he didn't let them do bad things; the Mora that needed to be handed over, he would find ways.

But he was just an ordinary person—often punished and beaten for not handing over enough Mora; this was why he was covered in scars, needing a cane to walk.

[Idrisi: "When he argued with you and you left home in anger, he aged like ten years overnight—even white hair grew out."]

But Kusayla didn't go to bring Dehya back, because this was an opportunity.