They're not even human anymore; those wicked women can cry even more miserably.

She was just a maid who served tea and water, and didn't even have the opportunity to attend classes or practice; she was only an observer, yet she achieved such a high level of skill.

Such talent in swordsmanship is astonishing.

This is the one who truly possesses the potential to become a sword saint.

To achieve this level, Sistine possesses not only talent but also diligence.

In order to gain her father's attention, she practiced day and night, and tried her best to write down and study everything she observed.

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She thought that this would make her father smile at her and give her the fatherly love she longed for.

But she didn't know that all her achievements were seen as a blessing, but a disgrace, by her father who favored sons over daughters.

With so many men under his command, how come not one of them can compare?

The more outstanding she is, the more her incompetence is highlighted!

Why is he so keen on raising offspring?

That's because he can never reach the level of a Sword Saint!

The four greatest swordsmen of our time are only one step away from becoming sword saints.

It sounds nice, but in the end, he can't become a sword saint and has been stuck at this level for thirty years!

Decades of swordsmanship skills were defeated in a single day.

This was a huge blow to him, so he wouldn't be proud of Sistine.

All her achievements were seen as a disgrace by her father.

Because of her exceptional swordsmanship, she lost both her eyes.

This talent seems to be a disgrace.

Her father was ashamed of her; and he brought such a terrible price upon himself.

That was the only time her father was ever gentle with her.

He smiled at her, acknowledging her achievement.

Her father praised her.

The young girl, still quite young at the time, revealed a pure and innocent smile.

Her father took her hand and said he wanted to reward her.

She didn't care much about the reward.

As long as her father's gaze fell upon her, it was already an immense happiness for her.

Sure enough, all her efforts paid off.

Sistine was happy, unaware of the darkness in her father's eyes and the cruel truth she was about to face.

The only time her father was kind to her was when he was taking away her sight!

She was in pain, filled with fear, and confused.

But the father remained steadfast.

His voice remained gentle, but the words he spoke were terrifying.

"Little Ti is the most well-behaved, so she won't steal the pride of her brothers at home, right?"

Looking at his suffering daughter, a cruel and morbid smile appeared on his face.

She's just a lowly woman, yet she wants to learn swordsmanship?

Is Kendo something that just anyone can get involved in?

A person of lowly status should simply stay true to their place and not covet opportunities that are not meant for them!

It was so hard for him to accept that his carefully nurtured offspring had lost to his youngest daughter, whom he didn't value.

It also brought back some embarrassing memories for him.

At that time, he was one of the four most famous swordsmen in the world, having devoted himself to the way of the sword for thirty years, but he was defeated by a twenty-year-old girl.

Her sword is pure.

Even in his defeat, he still remembered what that girl had said.

"Your sword is mixed with too many things."

There was a hint of regret in his voice.

The clear, melodious voice was, to him, the roar of a demon.

It's as if to say, "You're nothing special!"

Later, that girl became a world-renowned sword saint, known as the Queen of the Moon.

Defeated by her, it seems I can accept it.

But he found it hard to accept.

He actually lost to a woman!

Seeing Sistine's bright smile, seeing her standing on the ring, defeating his most prized descendant, the descendant he thought had the best chance of becoming the Sword Saint.

In that instant, his heart twisted.

Seeing her, he couldn't help but think of the Moon Queen.

The girl at that time was also standing on the arena, looking at herself with some disappointment in her eyes.

Instantly, all his hatred for the Moon Queen was transferred to Sistine.

He was her father, her master.

If she honestly learns what a girl should do, being a good wife and mother, he will give her the glory of a swordsman's daughter.

But she was so high-profile and so arrogant!

Therefore, he wanted to take away her light.

Make her remember her place.

He was so kind; he didn't take her life.

That's only because she's my daughter.

The image remains permanently fixed on the father's smiling face, so menacing.

The emptiness and coldness washed over her like a tide, making Sistine shiver uncontrollably.

The burning pain and agony she felt at that moment also taught her how terrifying men can be.

That's her father!

Yet he treated her like that.

She just wanted her father's favor.

He just longed for his father's love.

I just like kendo.

That's it.

Even today, her eyes still ache.

But tonight, the pain is gradually subsiding.

In the dimly lit room, the sobbing gradually subsided.

Xia gently embraced the trembling older sister, humming a little tune.

The voice was soft and gentle.

Sistine felt the warmth he brought and unconsciously curled up in Char's arms.

An invisible attachment.

By the time Sistine slowly woke up, it was already late at night.

It was pitch black all around, and the only way to tell that I was in my own home was through the dim moonlight.

Sistine was about to get up when she frowned.

My body aches a little.

It looked like it was about to fall apart; it was just barely pieced together.

This feeling is somewhat strange and hard to describe.

"Senior, you're awake?"

Behind me, I heard the boy's voice.

She could tell it was Xia Ya, her junior from school.

Char's voice continued.