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.

know that you're my father, but who gave

exactly like

much the contents of his voice that made her freeze,

before did she hear him speak

shocked to see her usually expressionless father staring at her with an expression

to be in...

looked exactly like you when she was

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

no idea how

stomach is

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

He looked… frail.

and pinched the

seriously expect something from me? You don't have to pretend to be like this,

nearby stool and bit

was behaving was giving her

Emotions made her cringe.

wasn't capable of understanding emotions properly, and anything

was for this reason that she buried herself in her research and avoided people. It wasn't so much that

her and

side of her

I want

was akin to

***

and similarly sat down on one of the nearby stools. He covered his mouth with his hand while leaning

he had finally managed to regain clarity over his own head, however, as he looked at his daughter who was seated opposite him, Octavious found himself unable to say

tid bits that he managed to remember

the disappointment in her face, the times he saw her cry, and

his

as a

blurted

stiffened at his words and she looked at him

smiled, it was a forced one. Every time he looked at his daughter, he felt himself

had to pay

ways than you can imagine. She was my everything. I was happy back then. In more ways than you could imagine. It felt

soft smile unconsciously spread across his face as he thought back

was truly happy

could ever ask for

of his eyes. He slowly

His gaze softened.

I heard of the news that she

marry her, that was singlehandedly the

a family excited me. Every day I would wake up thinking about the future… Life was

up, and the smile that had spread across his face slowly

was the moment that I lost