With a gentle smile, Father stepped into my room.
I accept the father in bed with his upper body up.
Father walks slowly to me and sits down in a chair by the bed he sits in front of.
"I heard you met Dr. Hohenheim.... Daisy, did he ever tell you you were in shock?"
"Yes.... um, um..."
For a while, I was wondering how I could tell my father the facts of that shock that seemed to be an antinomy.
As a result, the (...) time (...) of my childhood ran through my brain.
... a confessing agent.
That's right. I'm still trapped there.
And from that experience, I have not been able to solve my own problems and determine my own mind.
"Father."
Yeah.
When I finally uttered my words, my father gently replied to me.
"I asked Dr. Hohenheim."
Yeah.
“We alchemists may regret hurting others if we accept His Majesty's offer.”
"... that might be it."
"And if you refuse the offer, people in your country might get hurt and regret it."
"...... Daisy......"
Your father calls me by my name only and stretches his arm out towards me.
My hands are attached to my cheeks.
... it's warm.
With that warmth, I felt a little comforted by my swaying heart, and I closed my eyelids softly. When I closed my eyelids, I could only feel the warmth of nature and my father's palm in the quiet room.
I exhaled one big breath and inhaled a big breath of fresh air into my chest.
Then I opened my closed eyelids.
Then, naturally, I had eyes with my father.
"Hey, Daisy."
"Yes, Father."
I nodded and answered after my father cut me out of the story this time.
"... yes, alchemists and mages alike"
“What do you mean?”
I ask my father back.
"Of the two (...) who have power (...), those who have conscience (...) bump into the wall, no, it's something that worries me once." And that's very natural. "
"... power? Alchemists and Mages alike?"
I ask my father again, wondering.
"Yes, Daisy is an alchemist." My dad is magic, and so is Reams and Daria. ”
"... just like your father, oniisama, and oniisama..."
When I mumbled that, my father nodded, saying, "Yes."
"Those with power can use that power in either direction." For good and for evil. And its use is not necessarily determined by one's own will. "
"... the good... the bad..."
"Yes," said my father, nodding again.
While gazing at me, my father's palm, which is still attached to my cheek, is still warm. The warmth gives me peace of mind.
"Daisy, you could have noticed it before it happened." It's still a matter of salvation, isn't it? "
"... salvation...?"
I tilted my neck without understanding.
"Yeah, Daisy, you just realized that. That doesn't mean you can control everything, but you can do it more or less on your own.”
"... I choose. I choose."
"Yes, I'll do it myself."
It feels like it's been pushed off a little bit, for a moment. However, my father's warmth attached to his cheeks seemed to tell me unexpectedly, and I was able to calm down and continue the conversation.
“By making your own choices, you can make some choices about what to pick, what to throw away, and what to bear as a result.”
"I'll choose... I'll throw it away... I'll carry it..."
Then I shut my mouth again and groaned.
My father was just watching over me in silence.
"... it's difficult, isn't it?"
That was the only word that came out of me that finally opened my mouth.
"Yeah, it's hard."
But your father gave it back to me in the same simple way.
“Daisy, the war with his country isn't going to happen anytime soon.... think about it slowly. For yourself. Don't regret it."
"... for your own sake?"
"Oh, yes, and perhaps your Majesty will respect Daisy's conclusions.... that's who she is."
His father's gentle expression, which spun those words, made him feel a deep sense of trust in His Majesty.
"Come on, Daisy. It's been a while. It's time for you to rest."
The hand that was attached to my cheek came down and gently attached to my shoulder, as if to lie down on my torso.
"... yes, I will."
I lie down with my father helping me.
My father called me back to cover my shoulders.
"... Father"
I lay down and looked up and called out to my father.
"What's the matter, Daisy?"
A gentle and gentle look is poured upon me.
"... thank you... I'll take my time and think for myself."
"... yeah. You can do that. But you can't do that, right?"
Yes.
Finally, he told me that when he saw me close my eyelids, the footsteps quietly headed towards the door and left the room behind.