"How did you do it?"
After examining Yulia and confirming that she had indeed recovered, with the Phantom Demon inside her gone without a trace, Oswald half-knelt before her and exclaimed in a low voice, "This is simply a miracle."
"I think everyone should have a few little secrets of their own, don't you?"
Iver chuckled from behind Oswald as he sat in his wheelchair.
Oswald had lived in the human world for at least five hundred years. Iver found it difficult to deceive him.
He might as well be straightforward and simply say, I don't want to tell you. In the end, the message conveyed would be the same, and this was actually a little friendlier.
Unexpectedly, Oswald was quite satisfied with Iver's answer.
The old elf rose and clasped his hands behind his back. His ancient-tree-like face creased into a stiff yet genuine smile.
It looked rather like a wolf baring its fangs.
"Of course, Young Master Iver. Everyone is entitled to their own secrets."
Oswald nodded slightly and sighed. "You've grown up. That's a good thing. If the master were still here, he would be very happy as well."
"What exactly did Father go to do?"
Iver asked seriously, "He's been gone for so long. I've also heard some..."
"Not very pleasant things, right?"
The old elf finished for him.
Iver nodded. "I heard Father might have run into danger. But he left no way to contact him, so I have no way to confirm whether it's true..."
Beside them, Yulia hugged her stuffed toy, Mr. Dad, and tilted her head in confusion. "Danger?"
Oswald sighed softly.
He avoided answering the question and instead said to Iver, "You can take Miss Yulia to school now.
"I imagine this is something you've both been looking forward to for