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?"

the first person I saw was Amanda. She seemed happy to see

this

what I just went

"Are you cooking something?"

"Mhm."

didn't give it away, I could tell that she

knew her long enough to know how she felt, despite not showing

That being said…

to be surprised

"Oh, that?"

Amanda's body paused.

her head, her head cocked

and I tried to

"You did?"

and noticed several missed calls. I

This was my bad.

"What happened after that?"

"Nothing much."

shrug of her shoulders, Amanda patted her hand on her

figured you were busy since you're the

"That's fair."

"hum."

It was not very big, about the size

at the sight, and I

I liked cakes.

on the sofa. Pondering over

doesn't explain why you don't seem surprised by

seen far more

looked at

and the mana density increased, I went back

her lips, and her

almost burned it because of

resentful

"Oh."

nodded my head and took a small slice of the

way from the times when she would add

It was very sweet…

"You've improv―"

halfway through my sentence. Looking at Amanda's plate, which was filled to the

This girl...

my gaze, Amanda brought her spoon

"You want some?"

I still have my

"Oh."

my plate

enough for

"You don't think?"

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

glutton, and where

as ever. Rather, it seemed

'What's going on?'

"Hold up."

"Hm?"

her finger, which was now filled with cream, to her mouth after tracing it

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

rude to look

"Haa… alright."

I took a bite

tasted a lot

***

"Do you resent me?"

question that came abruptly, and I had a hard

dad sitting on the sofa with the lights turned off. Apparently, Nola and Mom had gone outside

get… what you mean. Resent you? Why would I ever

the sofa and looked directly into my

stared back at me, and despite my best efforts, I

the few people I could never find

I find it very hard to express myself. It's something I've been trying to work on for quite a

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

him that I felt

don't think there's anything wrong

need to express himself for me to understand that he cared for me. His

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