"Papa! I-I was so scared! Waaaaaah!" Annabelle cried and cried endlessly in my shirt, refusing to let go of me.
I was back to the world and in the forest of the capital only rang Annabelle's weeps.
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As if!
'Replace your twisted brain, useless Goddess!'
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'Shut up. I don't know either why she is calling me Papa, in the first place.'
It's just a misunderstanding.
I knelt down and looked at Annabelle. "Listen, Annabelle. I am not your father. I was the one talking to you back then in your house, but I am not your father. Your father, your mother's husband is dead from what I know."
"..." Annabelle silently stared at me with her big blue eyes.
"You can call me, Edwa-"
"Daddy!"
"No, I'm not your daddy!"
"You are my Papa!" Annabelle shook her head and hugged me again with her tiny hands.
