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

like this brought

after what I just went

"Are you cooking something?"

"Mhm."

expression didn't give it away, I

long enough to know how she felt, despite not showing

That being said…

to be surprised by what

"Oh, that?"

Amanda's body paused.

her head, her head

to call you

"You did?"

several missed calls. I

This was my bad.

"What happened after that?"

"Nothing much."

shrug of her shoulders, Amanda patted

you were busy

"That's fair."

"hum."

hands. It was not very big, about the size of

at the sight,

I liked cakes.

on the sofa. Pondering over something, I

why you don't seem

seen far more

at me

what was happening was harmless and the mana

lips,

it

seemed rather resentful

"Oh."

and took a

the times when she would add far

It was very sweet…

"You've improv―"

my sentence. Looking at Amanda's plate, which

This girl...

gaze, Amanda brought her spoon to my

"You want some?"

still have my

"Oh."

looked at my

enough

"You don't think?"

comparison to hers,

when did she turn into such a glutton, and

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

'What's going on?'

"Hold up."

"Hm?"

against the side of my lips. She brought her finger, which

complete bewilderment, and as if she could read

to look at others

"Haa… alright."

a sigh, I took a bite of the

reason, it tasted a lot more

***

"Do you resent me?"

was a question that came abruptly, and I had

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

you mean. Resent you? Why would I

myself down on the sofa and looked directly into

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

people I could never find myself able to

It's something I've been trying to work

express his

it was because of him that I

I don't think there's anything wrong

himself for me to understand that he cared for me. His actions spoke louder than

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