"..."
I stared at the man standing before me, dumbfounded.
Felicia, who was standing beside me, seemed composed, as if she had been expecting this.
"D-dad?"
My father, Alfred, was holding a guard in a chokehold. And from the lines of unconscious Imperial Guards behind him... Well, it seemed that he wasn't the normal office worker I had thought him to be.
"... It seems that you don't need to be saved anymore."
My dad, Alfred Tilgen, chuckled as he let go of the unconscious guard.
"It seems that you kept your word, sir."
Felicia, for some reason, was extremely polite with him. And while I didn't understand what she was talking about, dad seemed to get it perfectly.
"I would have killed them if you hadn't sent me the message... The fact that you did means that you know about my past, don't you?"
"I... I do."