The Author's POV

Chapter 39

Inside of a large room decorated in pink, with a large king-sized bed in the middle, laid a stunning young girl with short brown hair that scattered all over her pillow. She was currently lying down beneath a set of thin blankets that could not hide the outlines of her body.

Sitting next to her, a tall man with similar colored hair, nervously looked at the young girl who was resting on the bed. Her skin which was flawless was currently pale, and if not for the fact that her breathing was stable someone could've easily mistaken her for a dying patient.

"…Mmm."

At that moment, Emma opened her eyes. Oliver Roshfield, Emma's father and the man that was in the room, noticing Emma's eyes opening immediately shot up and called for a doctor.

"You're up. How are you holding up?"

"…Fine."

Emma sat up on the bed and bitterly smiled at her father's worried expression. Soon a doctor came running in to check her pulse, but Emma pushed him away with a smile.

"It's fine, Dad. Nothing serious happened..."

"Really?"

"Of course. Do I look like someone who would get injured so easily? Plus didn't the doctor already confirm I was fine?"

"I, I did."

Hearing Emma mention him, the Doctor lightly shuddered and hurriedly nodded. Oliver Roshfield was a powerful figure who had many titles to his name. 'Flame overlord Oliver Roshfield' 89th in the hero ranking, Ashton city mayor and Vice-director of the union. Each title more fearsome than the other. The doctor knew that being on this man's bad side would only make his life more difficult.

Looking at his daughter up and down a couple of more times, Oliver eventually relented and gestured for the doctor to leave.

"…She seems fine, so you can go now."

"Yes, sir."

The doctor, without skipping a beat hurriedly ran out of the room. Looking at the closing door, Emma spoke briefly

"…Dad."

"Hm?"

Oliver Roshfield replied with a gentle tone.

"About the Parkers..."

Before Emma could finish speaking, the room's temperature increased dramatically.

"..Dad?"

Noticing the changes happening around her, Emma quickly tried to stop her father.

"Dad, stop!"

Placing her hands on her father's cheeks, Emma tried her best to calm her father down.

Despite being one of the strongest people in the human domain, Oliver Roshfield had one fatal weakness. His daughter.

Ever since his wife's death eight years ago, the only memento he had of his late wife was his daughter, Emma. Even though he was busy with his job he always made sure to find enough time to spend it with his daughter. He doted on her a lot.

Seeing her in this state, rage clouded Oliver's mind as he couldn't help but feel a stinging sensation hit his heart.

It was only after he felt his daughter's warm soft hands that his rage slowly started showing signs of subsiding.

"...Dad please stop"

"huuuu..."

returned

stop him from going on

her dad down, Emma smiled in relief and slumped

are you

just need some

please don't

Oliver stood up and prepared to leave. But just as he was about to leave he felt a slight tug at the edge of his

didn't answer

is more serious

to Emma, Oliver slowly caressed

"What do you mean?"

eyeing our properties and resources for a long

act because of my position, now that they know I will retaliate because of what happened, they will no

daughter's

and return to the academy once you're fully healed. The academy is the safest place for you to be

His eyes which held boundless love for her were seeded with worry. Seeing this warmth filled her heart

large hand, Emma's

"I understand"

on the cheek and left

demeanor completely vanished, and what replaced it

"...Norman"

"Yes master"

was patiently standing

liquidating all our unnecessary assets—I want one billion gathered by

"As you wish"

Norman lightly smiled and left leaving Oliver standing

been against it as the consequences of a war against powerhouses was unimaginable...but thinking back at what had happened to Emma, his eyes narrowed

the Roshfield

that Norman left, Oliver sighed

room, Oliver

deal substantial damage to the Parkers by the end of this, then I shall not be called Oliver

his voice was quiet, it

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down, I

to get difficult from here on

near-death experience. In about a week's time, Thobias Church

and death moment in the dungeon, I increased my training time from five hours a day to nine hours a day. Whenever I had free time on my hands, I would train. It was only after I almost died that I realized that life was as fickle as it could be. Just a single moment

started to change. I used to think that all I had to do was train and slowly follow along with

this babysitter type

cover for them if anything that

I stayed in this world, the more I realized that there was more to this world than

the professors, my classmates...everything around me was real. This was no longer a novel, and there were

inside of my own novel was

first place. If I had power, I

I was stronger, then nothing could stop me from achieving what

then no one

plan on interfering with the main storyline, my previous ambition of just babysitting the protagonists was no longer there. I need to think more

want to go through another near-death

life toyed with wasn't something I would want

I want to be

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