"Don't worry, I'm not stubborn enough to force my lifestyle onto yours. I'm just a weak mortal, whereas you're a powerful witch; we're not even the sa race, so naturally our positions are different. Your cooking today was a bit against my principles, but it was quite useful nonetheless."
"Moreover, as your dad, how could I not know whether my daughter is a good person or a bad person?"
Mr. Hero waved his daughter over, signaling her to sit with him.
Feeling a little complicated, Dorothy didn't resist and obediently sat across from her father.
"Dad, your sense of justice is really flexible, huh."
She breathed a sigh of relief at Adam's open-mindedness and even had the courage to tease him a bit in return.
"Well, in this world, being too rigidly just usually doesn't end well. Being flexible makes life easier."
Adam agreed, nodding with a look of approval.
"However, it seems like future didn't quite grasp this principle. You must have heard nagging a lot, right?"
Mr. Hero asked curiously.
Indeed, he was quite curious about his future reincarnated self, given the little information he'd heard from his daughter. That version of himself seed quite a jerk, abandoning his wife and daughter and remarrying, which was really infuriating.
And with this question from her dad, Dorothy couldn't help but recall when she was first born and was kidnapped by Adam, the young mage, who used to lecture her every day on virtues, intelligence, physical beauty, and labor, and she couldn't help but laugh.
"Yeah, at first you nagged quite a bit, but later on you couldn't beat , so you stopped."
She teased in return.
Actually, Mage Adam stopped nagging because he had a change of heart later on, although at the ti, she was indeed annoyed by this convenient dad and almost responded with a fiery fireball as a baby.
Adam: "???"
Mr. Hero suddenly had a series of question marks popping up above his head.
Good grief, just how embarrassing could the future be? And Dorothy, you're certainly my filial little darling.
Moreover, if you can't even beat your daughter, how could you ensure her safety?
Adam was quite upset with himself, feeling disappointed with that version of himself.
Anyway, that's no good. I have to give my daughter a sense of security.
With that thought, he asked.
"How much longer will you be staying?"
After asking, his lips pursed slightly, but then he forced out a smile.
"Well, about a week."
Dorothy was a bit taken aback by her dad's question, but she answered nonetheless.
She recalled the invitation extended to her by Miss Nine-tailed White Fox at the opera house to participate in Night City's public performance.
A week later would be the founding anniversary of Night City, when the entire city hosts a grand festival. During that ti, the opera house would hold a public show for all the witches in the city at the central square.
Dorothy had already accepted Miss Fiona's invitation.
It's not that she suddenly wanted to experience the fun of being an idol; it was simply because the performance would be for the entire city.
She happened to want to make a big impression in front of all of Night City, so this performance was the perfect stage for her.
Yes, the legend of Phantom Thief Jack would start from there.
"What's up, Dad? Is there sothing you want?"
After answering, though Adam didn't say it, Dorothy noticed the montary sadness in her dad's eyes.
With Mr. Hero's ntal cultivation being detected like this, he was really breaking down.
Moreover, apart from her dad, the inspiration of the hobody witch also detected a shadow in the distance that dimd montarily.
Sigh, it's Artie, couldn't help but know that this troublemaker was definitely hiding sowhere watching. His hiding skills are quite impressive; if it weren't for that montary emotional slip-up revealing a flaw, Dorothy might not have noticed.
"Oh, nothing really, I just wanted to teach you a thing or two. After all, you see, I don't have an heir; if these skills I've figured out have no successor, they'll probably end up buried with . Since the future seems a bit lacking, let the current fulfill a bit of the father's duty."
Mr. Hero quickly composed himself before speaking.
Originally feeling guilty due to her dad's sadness, Dorothy's eyes lit up at these words. She raised her head suddenly and stared intensely at Adam, her big eyes clearly saying, "Yes, yes, teach , I absolutely love learning."
The hobody witch's thirst for knowledge arose.
"Is it the hero's legacy?"
She asked with a bit of excitent.
Yeah, she'd actually been craving for the justice and humility power that her dad used for quite so ti; she'd always been at a magic disadvantage, but if she could learn the virtue of justice, wouldn't it be a direct leap?
Hehehehe, when it cos to dueling with equal strength, she's not afraid of anyone.
Adam: "......"
Seeing his daughter's expression almost unloading her problematic thoughts right on her face, Mr. Hero remained silent.
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