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?"

first person I saw was Amanda. She seemed happy to see me. She had her hair pulled back into a ponytail

her like this brought

I just went

"Are you cooking something?"

"Mhm."

expression didn't give it away, I could tell that she seemed rather

enough to know how she felt, despite not showing

That being said…

be surprised

"Oh, that?"

Amanda's body paused.

her head,

I tried to call you

"You did?"

my phone and noticed several missed calls. I

This was my bad.

"What happened after that?"

"Nothing much."

a little shrug of her shoulders, Amanda

figured you were busy since you're

"That's fair."

"hum."

the kitchen, Amanda returned with a large cake in her hands. It was not very big, about the size of a football, and it

up at the sight, and I

I liked cakes.

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

why you don't seem surprised

seen far more shocking

looked at me and

and the mana density increased, I went

suddenly pursed her lips, and

burned it

resentful at

"Oh."

head and took a small

had come a long way from the times when she would add

It was very sweet…

"You've improv―"

sentence. Looking at Amanda's plate, which was filled

This girl...

brought her

"You want some?"

still

"Oh."

at my plate

enough

"You don't think?"

to hers,

glutton, and

looked at Amanda, she seemed to be as fit as ever. Rather, it seemed that

'What's going on?'

"Hold up."

"Hm?"

her finger, which was now filled with cream, to her

her in complete bewilderment, and as if she could

food. It's rude to look at

"Haa… alright."

took a bite of the

it tasted

***

"Do you resent me?"

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

to visit my family and saw my dad sitting on the sofa with the lights turned off. Apparently, Nola and Mom

Resent you? Why would I ever resent

on the sofa

my best efforts, I couldn't quite make out what he was

I could never find myself able

sure you know this, but I find it very hard to express myself. It's something I've been trying to work on for quite a long

one to express his emotions often. He

that

and I don't think there's anything

didn't need to express himself for me to understand that he cared for

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