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?"

happy to see me. She had her hair pulled back into a ponytail and

her like this brought

after what I just went

"Are you cooking something?"

"Mhm."

her head. Though her expression didn't give it

knew her long enough to know how she felt, despite not showing

That being said…

be surprised by what happened

"Oh, that?"

Amanda's body paused.

head,

tried to call you several times,

"You did?"

several missed calls. I smiled

This was my bad.

"What happened after that?"

"Nothing much."

shrug of her shoulders, Amanda patted

busy

"That's fair."

"hum."

hands. It was not very big, about

the sight, and I sat

I liked cakes.

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

you don't seem

far more

at me and

was harmless and the mana

pursed her lips, and

almost burned it

rather resentful at that

"Oh."

nodded my head and took a small

way from the times when she would add far too much cinnamon

It was very sweet…

"You've improv―"

Looking at Amanda's plate, which was filled to the brim with cake, my

This girl...

Amanda brought

"You want some?"

still have my own

"Oh."

my

that enough

"You don't think?"

comparison to hers, which

into such a glutton,

seemed to be as fit as ever. Rather, it seemed that she had lost a little

'What's going on?'

"Hold up."

"Hm?"

finger against the side of my lips. She brought her finger, which was now filled with cream,

her in complete bewilderment, and as if she could

rude to look at others while

"Haa… alright."

took a

reason, it tasted a lot

***

"Do you resent me?"

was a question that came abruptly, and I had a hard time processing

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

you mean. Resent you? Why would

down on the sofa

back at me, and despite my best efforts, I couldn't quite make out what

the few people I could never

hard to express myself. It's something I've been trying to work on for quite a long time, and

quietly listened to my father's words. Indeed, he wasn't one to express his emotions often. He was

him that I felt so comfortable around

I don't think there's anything wrong with

me to understand that

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