"That was too much. You actually used your lives for an experiment. What if it had failed? Father, Mother, you're both grown adults, yet you still act so recklessly, without considering the consequences? Doing whatever you want, however you want?" Helena scolded furiously, looking rather agitated. "Never mind what you do to other people, but if something had gone wrong just now and Father couldn't be restored..."
"Don't be angry, Helena. There actually wasn't any danger at all..." Allen explained in a small voice, shamelessly forcing a smile. "Even if your mother couldn't restore me right away, she could still use that magical ritual—'bone of the father, blood of the enemy, flesh of the servant'—to resurrect me."
"The Blood Pact didn't stop me either." Luna held up a finger and wagged it. "That proves that when I hit your dad just now, I wasn't being your dad's enemy."
For a thousand years, Helena had rarely spoken, and that had only improved somewhat recently, leaving her rather poor with words. After being met with a barrage of sophistry from her parents, she found herself at a loss for how to retort. She straightened up. "I'm going to tell Grandmother and Helga."
"Helena, Dad was wrong." "Helena, Mom was wrong."
Helena's words immediately made Allen and Luna wilt. As the two of them shrank back, their daughter's figure seemed even taller, making it look as if the roles of parents and child had been completely reversed.
After silently enduring another round of scolding from his daughter, Allen finally seized an opening and spoke again.
"Actually, Helena, this proves even more that the two of us had no true intention of becoming enemies..." Allen's eyes shifted, and when he saw the faint lines of energy connected to Luna's fingers, he deliberately cried out