of the battle between me and my dad, the next day.

Some treatments by those who could handle the magic of healing, and my dad regained consciousness.

All along, my heart was filled with regret, fear and a sense of sin.

My dad is strong.

Because I mean it, I'm not the one who can win.

If it's true, it's not so strange that this one is unconscious at the moment you approach it.

Yet - why not?

I cursed myself.

And I also cursed about that mysterious power of light.

I can't believe I could defeat my dad - I can't believe I let go of such a blow that I would crush my sword.

I never imagined it.

So I cried all the time until my dad regained consciousness.

When I heard from the mansion maid that my dad woke up, I rushed at a flying speed.

"- Dad!"

"Here, be quiet."

There was a dad in the room lying in bed and a doctor.

The doctor seems angry at me for the noisy appearance, and I sigh in haste.

Softly, try to sneak in and enter the room.

"Um, doctor. How's Dad doing..."

"It's okay. I can't force it, but my consciousness returned earlier. You'll just be asleep now."

I'm relieved by your doctor's words.

Afterwards, I've been holding my dad's hand.

Who I, with this hand, might have killed.

Valued family.

It seems so wonderful to be alive, and my consciousness of sin swells up extra because of it.

Tears spilled that had all sorts of emotions mixed.

A few hours later, Dad woke up.

And the opening is the best.

I told you what I didn't even want.

Fari, you need to leave this house.