"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.