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?"

got back home, the first person I saw was Amanda. She seemed happy to see me. She had her hair pulled back into a ponytail and wore a nice

her like this brought a

after what I just went

"Are you cooking something?"

"Mhm."

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

enough to know how

That being said…

seem to be surprised by what

"Oh, that?"

Amanda's body paused.

head,

tried to

"You did?"

out my phone and noticed several

This was my bad.

"What happened after that?"

"Nothing much."

shrug of her shoulders,

busy since

"That's fair."

"hum."

a large cake in her hands. It was not very big, about

sight, and I

I liked cakes.

the sofa.

why you don't seem surprised by

seen far more shocking

at

harmless and the mana

lips,

burned it because

seemed rather resentful at that

"Oh."

my head and took

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

It was very sweet…

"You've improv―"

sentence. Looking at Amanda's plate, which was filled to the brim with cake, my

This girl...

brought her spoon

"You want some?"

good. I still have my

"Oh."

looked at my

that enough

"You don't think?"

was what someone would call normal. In comparison to hers, which practically filled

when did she turn into such a glutton,

Amanda, she seemed to be as fit as ever.

'What's going on?'

"Hold up."

"Hm?"

She brought her finger, which was now

if she could read my mind,

rude to look at

"Haa… alright."

sigh, I took a

tasted a lot

***

"Do you resent me?"

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

my family and saw my dad sitting on the sofa with

Resent you? Why would I

sat myself down on the sofa and

and despite my best efforts, I

the few people I could never find myself able

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 time, and despite my efforts, I

he wasn't one to express his emotions often. He was sort of like how

it was because of him that I felt so comfortable

don't think there's anything wrong

me to understand that he

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