Chapter 11

༺ The First letter (11) ༻

It took a long time before Emma’s father calmed down.

Since the Saintess was away, Leto and I told him about his daughter’s rough situation. At every word, Emma’s father collapsed helplessly.

The sight of a human being falling apart, and while having such a shattered look on his face as if he will never be able to make a comeback.

It was more unbearable than I had imagined. In the end, Leto and I had to avoid his gaze with a troubled expression.

He was just staring blankly at the floor.

He couldn’t even enter the intensive care unit. It was because of hygiene issues.

Commoners couldn’t keep themselves as clean as aristocrats. Since washing and wiping the body required money, it was impossible to forcefully enter the intensive care unit when their body was unclean.

So he couldn’t even see his daughter’s face. I just hoped for him to be comforted by the fact that senior priests were treating her with all their heart.

Originally, it was hard for commoners to even see their faces. Emma’s father couldn’t let go of his last hope as he saw them as the incarnation of the Heavenly God Arus.

All of this was possible because Emma entered the academy.

In less than a day, the postal service sent news that Emma was in critical condition, and Emma’s father was able to ride an expensive warp gate to the academy at once.

But that was the only consideration the Academy could offer. The matter of life and death could only be administered by the Heavenly God.

Emma’s father, as if he was lamenting, recited his memories with her daughter. That was all he could do.

“Emma, she’s been different since she was a child… She didn’t seem like the daughter of a stupid guy like myself.”

That’s why she was able to enter the academy. Me and Leto couldn’t say anything, we just faintly groaned.

I felt like a sinner. As the Saintess said, it may not be anyone’s fault, but the guilt felt by the parties involved was a separate matter.

At least I was feeling responsible for Emma’s injury. It was inevitable.

I was the only one who could have stopped her.

Apart from my distress, Emma’s father continued to lament.