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?"

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

like this brought

after what I just

"Are you cooking something?"

"Mhm."

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

long enough to know how she felt,

That being said…

don't seem to be

"Oh, that?"

Amanda's body paused.

turned her head,

to call you several

"You did?"

phone and noticed several

This was my bad.

"What happened after that?"

"Nothing much."

a little shrug of her shoulders, Amanda patted her hand

figured you were busy since

"That's fair."

"hum."

hands. It was not very big, about the size of a football, and it appeared to be

eyes lit up at the sight,

I liked cakes.

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

why you don't

far more

looked at me

harmless and the mana density increased, I went

suddenly pursed her lips, and her

burned it because

seemed rather resentful at that

"Oh."

and took a small

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 was filled to the brim with

This girl...

Amanda brought her

"You want some?"

still have my

"Oh."

my plate

that enough for

"You don't think?"

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

she turn into such a glutton, and

fit as ever. Rather, it seemed that

'What's going on?'

"Hold up."

"Hm?"

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

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

to look

"Haa… alright."

a sigh, I took

it tasted a lot more

***

"Do you resent me?"

question that came abruptly, and I had

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

Resent you? Why would I ever

down on the sofa and looked directly into my

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

people I

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

words. Indeed, he wasn't one to express his emotions often.

because of him that I felt so

I don't think there's anything

himself for me to understand that he cared

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255