บท 240: Fulfilling The Obligations, Part 4

It was going so well. I was asking the questions, Irene was giving the answers. In a manner of a few words exchanged, things so quickly spiraled out of control. 

Suddenly, we both had questions lining the tip of our tongue, and none of us carried the right answers to topple them back down. How the hell did…? I don't even know anymore.

Torem? A demon lord? Not from what I've seen, not from what I've heard. Last night, I saw an old man and his awfully peculiar little girl. I saw happiness, I saw kindness. 

I saw Ignis. 

Whoever the hell this Morti was, that's clearly wasn't who I saw. Maybe we were talking about two completely different individuals, after all. If that's the case, then that begs the ultimate question…

"Who the hell was Ria's real father, then?" I asked out loud, one more mind-boggling headache away from bashing my face against the table.