How to kill something you hate

“I bet you think you have me under your control. You’re full of yourself now. But it’ll stop when I slit your throat someday, and you fall over and die.”

“I’m so scared.” He lowered his goblet of wine with a steady pause and looked at his daughter with a dull yet appreciative glare until his voice held a seriousness that was all too foreign for the man. “How will you live your life after I die, how do you plan to live your life, Alexandra Drakenire? You haven’t thought about it, right?”

“It will end the same way even after your arm heals. It’s not because of your wound. You’re an idiot who loses because she’s an idiot. Normally, you know how to think while you fight. But once you lose your temper, it all goes to waste.” He tapped the side of his neck with a chopping motion of the hand. “I can tell from where you’re looking that you’re going after my neck. Losing your temper, shouting loudly, and waving your sword around is how an idiot fights. Unbelievable. Everyone’s the same. There’s no beauty in it.”

“Kid... I’m going to tell you something for future reference. I’m going to tell you how to kill someone you hate.”

“You still can’t even kill me even though it’s been three years. That means you’re an idiot.”

“Shut up! I’m … I’m going to kill you, no matter what happens! I’m going to kill you, no matter what!”

“Come on. You’re still saying that? Right after what I told you? You’re just like a dog chasing after food. I really am thankful for all your hard work. All I have to do is put on an act having these duels with you. And then you’d run off and even fight someone twice your age. You’re a useful daughter. Unbelievable. I must thank your mother, too.”

“Wait. Wait!”

“Stop!” Richard held her back from chasing after him.

“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Be quiet!” She screamed violently and fell to her knees, stabbing the ground with fury.

“Now's not the time. Let your wounds heal.”

“I said wait…”