This time, after Ash returned from Hell, once his dejected mood had been healed by Diya, he quickly sank into deep confusion—what exactly was this little girl calling him Dad to him?
She absolutely could not be his biological daughter. For him to have a daughter this old at his age, he would have needed the kind of steamy high school life worthy of an urban youth drama. In fact, when Ash was in high school, he had indeed once looked forward to a grand, earth-shaking puppy love, but in his first year, he went and courted death. There was a bottle of foreign liquor at home, a gift from an Uncle who worked who-knew-what job in a big city and had never married. He brought it to class to share with his buddies. At first, it tasted pretty good, but by the time he came back to his senses, his buddies had already stripped off their clothes and were lying all over the floor. He had not stripped, but he was lying in the middle of a group of *** buddies, and afterward gained the legendary title that followed him for three years: "Third Class Succubus." At the same time, he lost the right to choose a partner in high school.
In other words, she should be a daughter he had acknowledged himself... But it was still a little strange. Given the age difference, I should have acknowledged her as a Younger Sister instead. At least having a Younger Sister wouldn't affect my prospects, but having a daughter would probably make the vast majority of normal women keep a respectful distance from me.
Just when Ash finally managed to accept that he had gained a daughter, after getting out of bed, the little girl suddenly turned into a young