The Author's POV

Chapter 770

"What? Really? That fu…"

With what was happening outside at the moment, it wasn't hard to convince Emma that her father had gone out to check on the situation.

"Aih… why did he just leave without telling me anything? He hasn't changed at all…"

She grumbled several times, but in the end, she gave up and accepted the situation.

It was good that she did.

As I listened to her mutter and groan about her father's sudden disappearance, I felt a pang of guilt rise up inside of me.

It wasn't so much from the fact that I... or the other me, had killed Waylan, but rather from the fact that now the two people whom she cared for the most had both passed away.

Her life…

It was really pitiful when one thought about it.

'Should I tell her the truth later, or should I just change her memories?'

I didn't think the second option was feasible.

Whether or not I made an effort to conceal the information from her, she was going to find out about her father's disappearance in one way or another.

'How should I tell her the news?'

That was the biggest problem.

I couldn't just tell her that her father was someone known as the Protector of the Seat of Diligence and was the one responsible for the deaths of millions of humans.

He was also the same person who murdered her mother once he realized she was no longer of any use to him, and the only reason he kept her close to him was because of her talent, which was worth nurturing.

'She always did seem to lag a bit behind the others… I guess he must've slowed down her path forward on purpose.'

"Ugh."

I groaned and ruffled my hair.

The situation was more troublesome than I anticipated.

'If only Kevin was here…'

He was the one who was good at handling these types of matters.

"What are you going to do now?"

Overhearing Emma's voice, I turned to look at her. Her expression seemed to have recovered, and her eyes were on me.

I pursed my lips.

"I think I'll go back. I got what I wanted already."

"Oh, I see."

Emma nodded her head.

"Do you want me to follow you out?"

"No, it's okay."

I shook my head, refusing her offer. To be honest, I'd rather not interact with her at the moment. I found myself struggling to think of how to break the news of her father's passing to her.

In the end, I chose to leave and think of the solution later.

'I'm sure I can think of a way…'

My expectations weren't very high.

"Alright then. I won't see you out."

We parted ways not long after that, Emma and I both. After reappearing right in front of her mansion, I turned around and looked back at it while sighing.

This really was...

Troublesome.

***

"You're back?"

She seemed happy to see me. She had her hair pulled back

like this brought a nice

what I just went

"Are you cooking something?"

"Mhm."

nodded her head. Though her expression didn't give it away,

how she felt, despite not showing it

That being said…

don't seem to be surprised by what happened

"Oh, that?"

Amanda's body paused.

head, her head cocked

was shocked at first, and I tried to call you several

"You did?"

phone and noticed several missed calls. I smiled wryly at

This was my bad.

"What happened after that?"

"Nothing much."

her shoulders, Amanda patted her hand on her

were busy since you're the Alliance

"That's fair."

"hum."

cake in her hands. It was not very big, about the size of a football,

eyes lit up at the sight, and I sat down

I liked cakes.

my hands together, I leaned back on the sofa. Pondering over something, I turned my attention back

why you

far more

at

what was happening was harmless and the mana density increased, I went back to making the

her lips, and her brows

it because of

resentful at

"Oh."

and took a small slice

way from the times when she would add far too much

It was very sweet…

"You've improv―"

at Amanda's plate, which

This girl...

brought her

"You want some?"

still

"Oh."

my plate

enough for

"You don't think?"

call normal. In comparison to hers, which practically

turn into such a glutton, and where

be as fit as ever. Rather, it

'What's going on?'

"Hold up."

"Hm?"

her finger, which was now filled with

as if she could read my mind, Amanda

to look at others while

"Haa… alright."

I took

reason, it tasted a

***

"Do you resent me?"

a question that came abruptly, and I had a hard

dad sitting on the sofa with the lights turned off. Apparently, Nola and

mean. Resent you? Why

down on the sofa

despite my best efforts, I

of the few people I could never find myself able to

myself. It's something I've been trying to work on for quite a long time, and despite my efforts, I still struggle with

Indeed, he wasn't one to express his

because of him that I felt so

think there's

express himself for me to understand that he cared for me. His

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