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

her like this brought a

what I

"Are you cooking something?"

"Mhm."

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

to know how she felt, despite

That being said…

seem to be

"Oh, that?"

Amanda's body paused.

she turned her head,

and I tried to call you several times, but

"You did?"

took out my phone and noticed several missed

This was my bad.

"What happened after that?"

"Nothing much."

shoulders, Amanda patted her

busy since you're

"That's fair."

"hum."

very big, about the size of a football, and it appeared to be piled high

sight, and I sat down on the

I liked cakes.

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

why you don't

seen far more shocking

looked at

happening was harmless and the mana density

her lips, and her

almost burned it because

resentful at

"Oh."

nodded my head and took

taste was rather good. She had come a long way from the times when she would add far too much

It was very sweet…

"You've improv―"

Amanda's plate, which

This girl...

gaze, Amanda brought

"You want some?"

I still

"Oh."

my

that enough

"You don't think?"

comparison to

such a glutton, and

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

'What's going on?'

"Hold up."

"Hm?"

She brought her finger, which

in complete bewilderment, and as if she could read my mind, Amanda frowned

rude to look

"Haa… alright."

sigh, I took a bite of the

some reason, it tasted

***

"Do you resent me?"

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

and saw my dad sitting on the

Resent you? Why would I

the sofa and looked directly into

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

I could never find myself able

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

my father's words. Indeed, he wasn't one to express

that I felt so comfortable around

know… and I don't think there's anything

me to understand that he cared

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