"It sounds like all your fathers are strong players."
"How could I possibly win against beings of those levels?"
At this moment, Ree Shil remembered the task entrusted to him by the Curator on the way here.
"Although I'd love to see you defeat my father, let's pass on the one we just saw."
"He only accepts challenges in games he's good at, and that game probably wouldn't suit you."
"Tonight my target is another father. You just need to help me knock her out."
"Ah! Found her, she's over there!"
As she spoke, the Show Director spotted her target.
The location she pointed to showcased a long-braided, pointy-eared, purple-skinned young lady.
This was a Mother Father.
At this moment, the purple-skinned lady was standing in front of an empty card table, with no opponent in sight.
She sat on a stool with her eyes closed, seemingly asleep.
From time to time, passersby would glance at her with a touch of respect.
"Good evening, Father!"
The Curator went over and deeply bowed.