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?"

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

her like this brought a nice

I just went

"Are you cooking something?"

"Mhm."

it away, I could tell that she

to know how she felt, despite

That being said…

seem to be surprised by what happened

"Oh, that?"

Amanda's body paused.

she turned her head, her head

first, and I tried to

"You did?"

and noticed several missed

This was my bad.

"What happened after that?"

"Nothing much."

a little shrug of her shoulders, Amanda patted her hand

busy since you're the

"That's fair."

"hum."

going into the kitchen, Amanda returned with a large cake in her hands. It was not very big, about the size of a football, and it appeared to be piled high with whipped

at the sight,

I liked cakes.

on the sofa. Pondering over something, I

explain why you don't

far more

looked at me

what was happening was harmless and the mana density increased,

lips,

burned it because

resentful

"Oh."

took a small

rather good. She had come a long way from the times when

It was very sweet…

"You've improv―"

which

This girl...

gaze, Amanda brought her spoon to

"You want some?"

I still have my own

"Oh."

looked at my plate

that enough for

"You don't think?"

In comparison to hers, which practically filled the entire plate,

she turn into such a glutton, and where

ever. Rather, it

'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 now filled with cream, to her mouth after tracing it down the side of my

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

your food. It's rude to look

"Haa… alright."

took

tasted a

***

"Do you resent me?"

was a question that came abruptly, and

dad sitting on the sofa with the lights

Resent

myself down on the sofa and looked directly

my best efforts, I couldn't quite make

one of the few people I could never find

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

to express his emotions often. He

because of him that I felt

think there's anything wrong with

need to express himself for me to understand that he

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