The Author's POV

Even after he heard his daughter speak in a cool, detached way, Octavious' face didn't change. He had long since expected such a reaction.

Everything became clear once the power he wielded was no longer with him.

When Melissa looked at him, he was able to tell just by looking at her expression what kinds of feelings were going through her mind at that very moment.

They were expressions he'd seen many times in his life. He wasn't unfamiliar with them.

"May I come in?"

He asked, looking around and frowning at the sight of the frozen girl in the distance. Why was she like that?

"Why do you have to come in?"

It appeared as though Melissa did not want him to enter, as she blocked his path. Octavious lowered his head and fixed his gaze on her.

She looked the same as 'she' did when 'she' was younger. Perhaps she was even more beautiful.

'Her angry look is also the same…'

A long-forgotten pain began to reappear in his chest, and his expression nearly collapsed. He was able to retain it after a fierce struggle, and after looking around, he returned his gaze to Melissa.

"I need to talk to you."

***

His voice was calm and soft, but the manner in which he spoke made Melissa feel as though she could not refuse, and she moved to the side in reluctance.

"Make it quick."

She had no desire to interact with the man in front of her, but what could she do? Kick him out? The world's strongest human?

'Pft, as if that stubborn bastard would even bother listening to my demands.'

Melissa could only resign herself to the situation and lead him toward her private lab where there was no one. It was in a bit of a mess at the moment, but she didn't care in the least bit. Since he came so abruptly, she had no time to clean it, and even if he had made an appointment, she wouldn't have cared.

He was a stranger that shared the same blood as her in her eyes.

Clank―!

She closed the door behind her and turned to look toward her father. She wanted to get this done quickly.

"Out with it, what is it that you wan―!"

Feeling a rough hand against her cheek, Melissa froze halfway through her sentence. Her eyes soon opened wide as she looked at the man standing opposite her in shock.

"What are you doing!??"

She smacked the hand away and moved several steps back. With her sleeve, she rubbed her cheek and glared at the man.

but who gave you permission to

exactly like

the contents of his voice that made her freeze, but the softness of

before did she hear him speak to

looked up at him, she was even more shocked to see her usually expressionless father staring at her

seemed to

looked exactly like you when she was

have directly stated who the 'she' he was referring to was, but Melissa had an

idea how to

stomach is starting to

twenty plus years of life, this was the first time that her father had talked about her mother, and she could

He looked… frail.

her glasses and pinched the middle of her

You don't have to pretend to be

stool

way he was behaving was

Emotions made her cringe.

made her emotionally immature. She wasn't capable of understanding emotions properly, and anything related to

was for this reason that she buried herself in her research and avoided people. It wasn't so much that she hated them, but she was incapable of interacting with

her and

the side of

want this to

behavior was akin to

***

words and similarly sat down on one of the nearby stools. He covered

to regain clarity over his own

but the few tid bits that he managed

times he saw her cry, and the times she tried to meet his expectations only for him to disregard

his heart

failed as a

unconsciously blurted

words and she looked at him with a baffled

looked at his daughter, he felt himself drowning in

he had to pay for

you can imagine. She was my everything. I was happy back then.

smile unconsciously spread across his face as he thought back at those moments

truly

that I could ever ask for in

chuckle at the last part, and he felt something toward the corner of his eyes.

His gaze softened.

I heard of

decided to marry her, that was singlehandedly

day I would wake up thinking about the future… Life

chest slowly moved up, and the smile that had spread

was the moment that I