'How utterly infuriating,' I thought as I gazed down at the unconscious face resting in my lap.
Arthur Nightingale—the man who had vanished for over a week on some mysterious guild mission, completely unreachable despite my increasingly frantic attempts to contact him. And when he finally reappeared, it was with Reika in tow and an eight-year-old girl named Luna who had immediately proclaimed herself his daughter with the kind of absolute certainty that only children possessed.
I'd briefly wondered if they had somehow managed to produce a child during their week-long absence, but even Arthur wasn't capable of such biological impossibilities. An eight-year-old girl required considerably more time to develop, after all.
Regardless, my questions would have to remain unanswered since Arthur was currently unconscious.
Again.
