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

like this brought

what I just went

"Are you cooking something?"

"Mhm."

didn't give it away, I could

her long enough to know how she felt, despite not

That being said…

don't seem to be surprised by what

"Oh, that?"

Amanda's body paused.

turned her head, her

tried to call you several times,

"You did?"

took out my phone and noticed several missed calls. I smiled wryly at the

This was my bad.

"What happened after that?"

"Nothing much."

her shoulders, Amanda patted her

were busy

"That's fair."

"hum."

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

lit up at the sight,

I liked cakes.

the sofa. Pondering over something, I turned my attention back toward

explain why you don't seem

far more shocking

looked at me and

happening was harmless and the mana density increased, I

her lips, and her brows

almost burned it because

seemed rather resentful

"Oh."

took

the times when she would add far too much cinnamon to

It was very sweet…

"You've improv―"

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

This girl...

gaze, Amanda brought her spoon

"You want some?"

still have my own

"Oh."

my plate and

enough

"You don't think?"

would call normal. In comparison to hers,

when did she turn into such a glutton, and where

she seemed to be as fit as ever. Rather, it seemed that she had

'What's going on?'

"Hold up."

"Hm?"

her finger, which was now filled with cream, to

if she could read my mind, Amanda frowned and reprimanded

food. It's rude to look at

"Haa… alright."

out a sigh, I took a bite of

tasted a lot more

***

"Do you resent me?"

and I had a hard time processing

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

Resent you? Why would I ever resent

the sofa and looked directly

my best efforts, I couldn't quite make out

the few people I could never find myself able to

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 still

quietly listened to my father's words. Indeed, he wasn't one to express his emotions often. He was sort of like how Amanda was

him that I

and I don't think there's

that he cared for

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