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Chapter 97 - 97 Little Sweetie’s Back Story

Chapter 97: Little Sweetie’s Back Story Chapter 97: Little Sweetie’s Back Story Her feet moved automatically, leading her straight to the one person who could give her answers.

Her father.

“Dad,” she called out the moment she stepped into the study.

The man behind the desk looked up, and upon seeing his little daughter, his face softened into a smile.

He stood up, walked over, and lifted her effortlessly into his arms.

“Ugh Dad!” she huffed, squirming in his grasp.

“You know I’m too old for this.” The handsome soldier, a man in his early thirties, let out a deep chuckle.

“Too old?” he repeated, amused.

“You’re four, Sweetie.” He tapped her nose lightly.

“Just because I taught you almost everything I know, and you insisted on enlisting despite my protests, doesn’t mean you’re not still a child.” He set her down, his curiosity shining through his playful demeanor.

“Now, tell me, how did your meeting with the General go?” he asked, eager.

He had been barely able to focus all morning, anxiously awaiting the result of the meeting he hadn’t been allowed to attend.

But the moment he mentioned it, he noticed something… His daughter’s expression darkened.

Her lips pressed into a thin line, her fists clenched at her sides.

She was angry.

Deeply.

And for Little Sweetie, who had mastered the art of concealing emotions, this level of visible frustration could only mean Something was very, very wrong.

“Dad, he sent me to Lionara Kingdom to accompany his sister.” Little Sweetie’s voice was stiff, laced with disbelief.

She looked up, expecting to see her father’s face darken in outrage, expecting him to march straight to the General and demand that the mission be changed.

But instead… His expression remained calm.

No, not just calm, pleased.

There were even traces of pride in his eyes.

That shocked her more than the mission itself.

Before she could even begin her protests, he pulled her into a tight embrace.

“Congratulations, my dear.” Her entire body stiffened.

She pulled back, looking at him as if he had just said something crazy.

“Congratulations?” she echoed, her little voice rising.

“For what?” Her tiny fists clenched.

“He assigned me to be his adopted sister’s playmate, not even his real sister, his adopted sister’s playmate!

For who knows how long!” Her frustration boiled over.

“How am I supposed to build my career?

How am I supposed to make you proud if I’m over there playing with some random girl?!” Her big, fiery eyes glared up at him, challenging.

And yet, despite her anger, he simply watched her with a knowing smile.

Her father laughed at her outburst, the sound deep and hearty.

But then, his face suddenly turned stern.

“What is the second rule I taught you?” he asked.

Seeing his sharp gaze, she quickly swallowed her anger and answered immediately.

“Obey all moral orders from the General and never question him.” “Good.” He nodded.

“What is Number Three?” “Your comrades are your closest family.

Treat them all equally.” She answered sharply, her tiny voice crisp with discipline.

Her father stepped back, crossing his arms.

“Now, do you still have any questions?” She looked up, still wanting to protest, but when she saw there wasn’t even a hint of a smile on his face, she hesitated.

He was being serious.

Realizing that, she forced herself to calm down.

Maybe she could discuss it with him again later… “…No, Dad.

I understand.” Her father murmured a quiet ‘good’ before giving her a satisfied nod.

Still, seeing her downcast face, he sighed and decided to add a few more words.

“Look, Sweetie.” His voice was gentle but firm.

“The General would never give you a trivial mission.

Especially after how well you did on your recent one.” He leaned forward, tapping her forehead lightly.

“There must be a reason he assigned you to that place.” “Think about it.” Her father’s voice was calm but carried weight.

“The General called you himself.” He could have sent someone else to deliver the mission, but he chose to tell her in person.

“That means this is very important to him.” His eyes bore into hers, sharp and unwavering.

“And even if it’s exactly what it sounds like, being a mere playmate to his adopted sister, who will now be your comrade by the way, you must do it excellently.” He tilted his head, waiting for her response.

“What’s Rule Number Four?” Little Sweetie lowered her gaze before answering quietly.

“Whatever your hands find to do, do it with all diligence.” Her father nodded.

“Exactly.

So, you must do this mission well.

Who knows?” He shrugged slightly.

“It may even be a test.” But then he softened his tone.

“And even if it’s not, do it well, and you will still move forward.” He ruffled her hair gently.

“Don’t worry about trying to get ahead of others.

The sky is big enough for everyone to shine.” He looked up as if gazing beyond the ceiling.

“The Milky Way alone is vast enough for countless stars and planets, plus other galaxies.” Then, he looked back at her.

“So, do this mission.” His lips curved into a proud smile.

“And know that I’m already proud of you.

You don’t have to prove anything to me.” At that moment, something shifted in Little Sweetie’s heart.

Her father’s words melted away her anger.

Her tense shoulders relaxed.

And after a brief silence, she finally nodded.

“Yes, okay, Father.” “When does he want you to leave?” her father asked, his voice steady.

Little Sweetie swallowed.

Her words felt heavy on her tongue.

“I have to leave tomorrow.” She looked up at him, her small hands clutching his shirt.

“I’m going to miss you so much.” Her voice trembled slightly.

She had never been away from him for more than seven days.

Now, she was being sent on a mission with no end date.

Before he could respond, she suddenly jumped off the desk and leaped into his arms.

The desk was quite high, but he caught her instantly.

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