The Protagonist’s Party is Too Diligent

Whether I responded or not, Mia continued speaking.

“When I realized that this world had returned to the way it was, I felt a flood of emotions all at once. Ah, my father is gone from this world now.”

That single fact must have brought on a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. But I couldn’t even begin to imagine what they were.

Ironically, I had never lost my parents. In the world I originally lived in, I had died before they did. And in this world, the people I could call my parents were all still alive.

So I had no way of truly understanding that kind of grief.

On top of that, Mia had never experienced what a normal family was like.

It’s said that family relationships are always a mix of love and resentment. But rarely does the “resentment” part ever go beyond a certain threshold. With married couples, it might be unavoidable, but between a parent and child, unless things go terribly wrong, hatred doesn’t usually overpower love.

But Mia…@@novelbin@@

What had she felt toward her father while he was still alive?

Perhaps, in a way, things might have been easier for her if she had been able to regret my killing of the Count. If that had been the case, I would have had to bear that regret, and Mia would never have forgiven me. But at the very least, her wounds might have been smaller than they were now.

Yet the Count I had met had been exactly as I had expected.