The Author's POV

Raising my head, a large white building appeared in my vision. The building was located on the outer side of the city, and it was where the other humans resided.

"Is this the place?"

"Yes."

Amanda's soft voice rang from next to me.

She was currently accompanying me to the place. I wasn't the only one that was called, as Amanda received a similar message not long after.

Since both of us received the same message, I already had an idea about what Melissa wanted to talk about.

It was just a hunch, however. I could've been wrong.

"What do you think Melissa called us for?"

Touching her chin, Amanda thought for a moment before she shook her head.

"…unsure."

"Guess we'll find out when we meet her."

Walking up the stairs of the residence, we soon paused in front of a certain door.

Looking around to make sure that no one was present, I pointed at the door.

"This is the one, right?"

Lowering her head and staring at her communication device, Amanda nodded.

"Yes."

"…okay."

Raising my hand, I knocked on the door.

Tok— Tok—

***

If Melissa had to describe her relationship with her father in one word, it would be 'terrible'.

She wasn't mistreated or anything of the sort, but her father was someone who always strived to be the best.

He was someone that was not satisfied with being second. He was also someone that desired for his children to be the best.

Melissa was never interested in such matters ever since young. She only cared about her research and nothing else. As such, because of their clashing personalities, they never got along.

Their relationship wasn't anything complicated, it was just that. But it was enough to create a distance between the two.

"What a troubling matter."

Leaning back on her chair, Melissa stared at the ceiling.

Thinking back to what happened a couple of nights ago, she took out a potion from her dimensional space and stared at it.

'Should I? Or…should I not?'

She was tempted to try the potion, but after staring at it for a few seconds, she deeply sighed.

'Better not. If I take too many, I'll end up going crazy.'

Honestly, she was quite addicted to the potions by now. Having taken so many of them, it was almost like a routine for her.

It was so bad that she would get withdrawal symptoms when she skipped a day. She knew she had to stop.

"…hm?"

Putting the potion away, Her brows furrowed not long after as she turned to look at the door.

"Do they think I have all the time in the world for them? Just what is taking them so long?"

Standing up, Melissa checked her watch.

"Tsk."

They were at least a couple of minutes late.

Tok— Tok—

"Finally!"

Fortunately, she didn't have to wait for long as someone soon knocked on the door.

Fixing her glasses, Melissa headed for the door and opened it.

Ci— Clank—

two long

Amanda, and Ren,

"Sorry for the intrusion."

his home, Ren gave an empty apology to Melissa and sat down on the

his head and glancing in her direction, he casually said, "So, what

also entered

Melissa's brows twitched.

"Huuuu…"

deep breath, trying to calm

should've taken the

had started

she talked to him, and she was already on

Ci— Clank—

the door behind

she sat down next to Amanda. Once she did, Ren spoke up

someone as busy

hidden within his voice. One that Melissa was all too

"You're right."

mumbling something

rather die of suffocation than do

"What did you say?"

it appeared as though Ren had somehow managed to hear her words. Ignoring him, Melissa leaned

straight to the point. My

"…Knows?"

face. Sitting up straight, he

"What does he know?"

Melissa took a few cards from her dimensional space

Smack—

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"He what?"

she expected him to have, Ren only

pointed at the cards on the

get me? I'm

talking about your father,

I be talking

"…Oh?"

on his chair. On the other hand, Amanda's eyes were fixed on the cards at the table. Her

he not

stultified by Ren's reaction. Her brows jumped up

not know just who her father was? Maybe

in a clear and slow voice, "You do know

number

as soon as her words ended. Surprise flashed across

you know, why aren't

to give him

"…No."

Melissa shook her head.

But that was worrying enough. If he truly wanted to get his hands on the

"Then, what's the problem?"

was clear that Ren didn't think the same

table. They were currently neatly piled up together. Courtesy of Amanda, who sorted them out while she

put much thought into it. Amanda had minor OCD, so she had seen

of the cards up, Ren curiously studied the card in his hand before asking, "Can I

"No."

reply came

at the

try it, do it outside, not

would end up going in flames. Melissa had

"Tsk."

clicked his tongue, prompting

problem with

"Nope."

his shoulders, Ren headed for the door. Staring at his back from her seat,

end, she couldn't resist the temptation and finally gave

Gulp—

down, her

up, she

managed to create three grades of magic cards. Not sure about their naming, but the last grade has a power equivalent to a rank

"…that's kind of weak."

front of the door, he pulled

Click—

working on this project, what

could've hired more people to help her with the magic card development, but since she wanted to hide the news from her father, she chose to do it

people that knew, the higher the

all for naught. It turned out that her father still

out and try them. I've encrypted four different magic circles

"Sure."

quietly followed from behind. Melissa could see keen interest in her eyes as