Beast King's Crippled Mate-Chapter 290: A Mother’s Redemption (II)

Aria giggled as she felt happier after mocking her mother. She expected her mother to grit her teeth, glare at her, or even slap her. It would be better if Anastasia started calling her names too, because it would give Aria a reason to attack her and torture her until she was satisfied.

But Anastasia did none of those. Instead, she kept her mouth shut and continued walking towards the dining room. Aria clicked her tongue and muttered, "Boring."

Deep down, Anastasia did feel anger at her daughter for calling her boring, useless, and other stuff, but she also realized that she was the one who raised this girl. Aria was her byproduct. freёweɓnovel.com

’And I have raised a failed product,’ Anastasia thought as she quickly prepared the food for Aria.

Aria sat on the chair leisurely. The scent of food didn’t entice her anymore after she became a witch. The scent of a kid’s blood was ten times better than any food she had ever tasted before.

Despite her lack of enthusiasm, she wanted to be a good daughter for once. She planned to sacrifice her mother soon, so it was better to let her indulge in this useless mother-daughter relationship while she could.

’I need to find a way to kill her while feeling despair. But how? I don’t even feel anything when I see her,’ Aria pondered as she saw the red soup in front of her. She took a sniff and was shocked, "Wait, why does this smell so good though? Did you add something?"

"It’s a blood soup," Anastasia replied. "A kid in the village had just died yesterday because her mother had turned into a zombie, and her father finally succumbed to the illness. I buried her in our yard myself, but I made sure to take some of her blood because I know you like an innocent child’s blood."

"Ho-ho, you are really understanding, Mom," Aria was in a great mood as she took a sip, and was pleasantly surprised by the taste. "And it tastes amazing too!"

Aria saw that Anastasia didn’t touch her food at all, but she thought it was understandable since her mother wasn’t a witch, therefore she had no appetite for blood.

Meanwhile, Anastasia was staring at her daughter intensely with a strange expression. It was an expression of disappointment and cruelty mixed into one.

She waited until Aria ate the whole plate, and asked, "Do you like it?"

"Yes! This is probably the best food I’ve ever eaten!" Aria replied excitedly because she was being truthful. "Honestly, I think you should’ve just cooked for me every day, Mom. I will bring you dead children as stock, then you can just cook them in different ways. Turns out eating them while they are cooked is much better than just eating them raw!"

Anastasia clenched the rosary in her dress pocket. She had been praying religiously to Goddess Asmara all this time, and though she never got any response from the Sun Goddess, she thought what she would do next would grant her forgiveness from the Goddess and allow her to finally live in peace.

She was the one who gave birth to this wretched being, so it was also her responsibility to take her out before she brought too much pain into this world.

"I’m sorry, Aria. But I cannot cook for you anymore."

"Hm? Why not? If you need charcoal and logs, just tell the undead to do it for you. If you need other ingredients, just tell me, and I can transport them to our mansion with just a snap of my fingers. Isn’t it convenient?"

"Aria, do you not realize that we’re living a completely horrible life right now?" Anastasia asked. "We are living with a bunch of undead. We’re isolated, and no matter how much you try to paint that everything is convenient, you cannot lie to me that our life before you killed everyone in the village is better, because we are well-liked!"

"By a bunch of country bumpkins who knows no better?" Aria rolled her eyes. "Come on, Mom. These villagers have no worth. They are not powerful, nor do they possess anything amazing I could use. They are just a bunch of harvestable souls for me."

Anastasia’s lips started shaking and so was her entire body. She knew her sweet daughter was long gone.

No, the sweet daughter in her mind never existed since the beginning. It was she who raised Aria wrong because she allowed her to bully Swan nonstop.

Aria noticed her mother’s upset expression, and she felt entertained. It had been a while since she saw tears from someone she knew. Usually, it was just a bunch of nobodies that she killed and begged to be spared who cried, and she felt nothing for them.

"Awww, why are you crying, Mom? What I am saying is true. I just want to be honest with you."

"Do you... ever feel remorse from killing any of them?"

"No, why should I?" Aria shrugged. "Don’t give me that look, Mom. My late father often waged war against other kingdoms, and in those wars, many of our soldiers died. Do you think they don’t have any family and friends? They do, and they all died in vain just to feed my late father’s ego. I am, however, much kinder, since I mainly target kids. Their parents can just continue producing children every year for me to eat. Isn’t that merciful enough?"

"You are a monster, Aria."

"And you’ve raised a monster," Aria responded and chuckled after that. "So, what do you feel now? I’d be surprised if you feel regret for raising a monster. You are a pretty terrible person yourself. It would be so hypocritical for you, right? I would say that we pair well as a mother and daughter duo."

"Disgust," Anastasia replied.

"Hm?"

"I said, I feel disgusted right now," Anastasia continued. "Had I known that you’d turn out like this, I would’ve aborted you back then."