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?"

back home, the first person I saw was Amanda. She seemed happy to see me. She had her hair

her like this brought a

what I just went

"Are you cooking something?"

"Mhm."

her head. Though her expression didn't give it away, I could tell that

how she

That being said…

don't seem to be surprised by

"Oh, that?"

Amanda's body paused.

head, her head

and I tried to call you several times, but

"You did?"

and noticed several missed calls. I smiled wryly at

This was my bad.

"What happened after that?"

"Nothing much."

shoulders, Amanda patted her hand

were busy

"That's fair."

"hum."

was not very big, about the

lit up at the sight, and I sat down

I liked cakes.

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

you

far more

looked at

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

suddenly pursed her lips, and her

it because

rather resentful

"Oh."

nodded my head and took

from the times

It was very sweet…

"You've improv―"

which was filled to

This girl...

my gaze, Amanda brought her spoon

"You want some?"

good. I still have my own

"Oh."

my plate and

that enough for

"You don't think?"

to hers, which practically filled the entire plate, it looked

did she turn into such a glutton, and where did all

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

'What's going on?'

"Hold up."

"Hm?"

hand toward my mouth and pressed her finger against the side of my lips. She brought her finger, which was

looked at her in complete bewilderment, and as if she could read my

to look at others while

"Haa… alright."

I took a bite of

tasted

***

"Do you resent me?"

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

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

what you mean. Resent you? Why would

on the sofa and looked directly into my

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

the few people I

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

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

him that I

don't think there's anything wrong

me to understand that he cared for me. His actions

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