Would the old man have had fewer doubts at this point?
Uncle...
How could he have saved the child?
The uncle was merely a product of the child's imagination.
He was not a real, living person.
How could her own imagination save her?
The old man suddenly realized...
His earlier guess had not been entirely wrong.
Save...
The child indeed needed a powerful protector...
That was why she had imagined an adult man...
But imagination was ultimately still imagination.
How could an empty fantasy really save the child?
So...
The old man was thoughtful.
Could it be...
That the child had actually saved herself...
Yet had always believed that the fantasy she saw had saved her?
The child did not believe she could save herself...
She relied on the strength of others.
A powerful strength.
To save her.
To protect her.
But...
Since the hero who had saved her was imaginary...
Then the danger the child had encountered...
Had that also not been real?
Compared to the child unconsciously saving herself...
The old man felt that it was more reasonable to guess that the child had imagined herself in danger, then imagined an uncle to save her...
That also fit the child's behavior better.
The old man suddenly understood why he had not noticed when the child had encountered danger...
Or how she had been saved...
Perhaps...
In fact, the child had never encountered any danger at all...
Otherwise, at such a close distance, he could have seen the other party just by looking up...
What kind of danger could have silently left him completely unaware?
The old man suddenly raised a hand and knocked on his own head.
Why did it become more and more bizarre the more he thought about