On her way back to Lengrad, in the carriage, Fiona had a lovely sleep.
Isma assassin captured after coming to Empire City,
Al's request,
and solved the case to keep standing. My daughter was deeply involved in both of them and committed to solving them.
For a smart, righteously hot daughter, it would not be bitter, but it would have been a burden on that little body.
At least I'll let you sleep tight in this carriage. Let me loosen you up.
That's what I thought I was doing with my knee pillow, but Fiona moved her lips with her eyes closed.
"Hey, Dad, did Mr. Conrad get to meet your daughter in heaven?
"I see you. It's up to me to see you."
"Right. Good. You really have heaven."
My daughter smiled happily with her eyes closed.
"Right, there's heaven. Conrad and your daughter are going to live there."
"Right. I'm sure we'll live happily ever after on the clouds. The clouds must be made of cotton confectionery, fluffy, warm and cozy."
"I guess. I don't know because I've never been there."
And I laugh.
My daughter was also caught laughing, but laughing a little made my daughter look serious.
My daughter asks with her eyes closed.
"Hey, Dad, can you go to heaven when a homunculus dies?
………………
When I hear that question, I unwittingly become silent.
I'm not talking about my daughter being a homunculus.
I was going to talk to him when the time came, but I put it off without that decision attached.
I had noticed my daughter was sensing that there was no blood connected to me, but that was unspoken.
Because I thought if I mouthed that, it would change the relationship I've had.
Did my daughter realize that the other day when she played Conrad's daughter?
Or more recently, when I learned about the existence of homunculus in a textbook at the college, did I realize it?
Originally a girl with a strange body. Every time you accumulate knowledge, every time you gain experience, you should feel uncomfortable that you are different from people.
We don't talk to each other, but Fiona will no longer be convinced that she is a homunculus.
But what's wrong with that?
We no longer needed such a vulgar pattern of blood relations between our fathers and daughters, and it had nothing to do with what our daughters were.
I hugged my daughter with my eyes closed.
My daughter,
"It hurts, Father"
and criticized, but did not ramble or resist.
…………
I often silenced myself with the most worthy words on this occasion.
"It would be Homunculus, but it would be a thousand years sage, but we could go to heaven if we died. If God wants to keep us apart, I'll take him down."
My daughter laughs with a grin when she opens her eyes.
"That's my father. God will defeat you."
The smile was the most adorable in the world and the most precious smile in the world.
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