The moment my finger twitched, Father’s face went rigid. He totally chickened out. And honestly? It kind of sent a thrill down my spine.
Ha, this crazy bastard.
Thrill, my ass.
Even I thought I was ridiculous. In this situation, what was there to find thrilling?
At this point it had to be a talent.
“Hoo.”
I steadied my breathing. Was it, “If you can’t avoid it, enjoy it”? The phrase I’d always found the dumbest in my whole life.
What’s there to enjoy.
Like I’d enjoy something when there was nothing enjoyable about it.
…Tsk.
Still, I kind of understood now. Yeah, I’d come to a point where even that made sense. Which was insane.
I curled my fingers into a fist. I was wondering how I was supposed to handle this when—
“…!”
I turned my head.
KWAAAAAAK–!!!
Heat swept past my side. Father’s arm. He’d closed the distance in an instant.
“…Damn.”
He was fast. And—
He was trying to…