"Don't say anything. Don't ask anything. I told you, everything that just happened was an illusion." Yamabuki Chidori's face was expressionless.
"Father, you drew those comics, didn't you?"
"..."
How embarrassing was it to have your daughter expose you as an artist of adult comics?
It was social death.
"Soi Fon, you're still young. There's a lot about this world you don't understand. It's late, so listen to your father and go to bed. When you wake up, you won't remember a thing," Yamabuki Chidori said solemnly.
Soi Fon blinked. Father wants to hide the truth, doesn't he? He definitely does! He only put on that stern face when he panicked. They'd lived together for ten years. How could she miss something like that?
"Um..."
"I said it was all an illusion. You've fallen under Kyōka Suigetsu. Everything you saw was an illusion. An illusion! An illusion!" Yamabuki Chidori kept trying to hypnotize his daughter.
"Father, I promise I won't tell anyone. Don't worry," Soi Fon whispered.
Yamabuki Chidori said nothing. Soi Fon was a wonderful child in every way but one: she didn't know when to play dumb. Sometimes, ignorance was a blessing.
Faced with her father's silence, Soi Fon said cautiously, "Then I'll go back to my room and sleep..."
"Hmph!" Yamabuki Chidori suddenly gave a scornful laugh. "I'm too old to be afraid of anything! The secret's out anyway! Soi Fon, today I'll show you your father's masterpieces!"
Yamabuki Chidori opened the hidden door, and that new world appeared before Soi Fon once more.
But there was far more to it.
After eight hundred years of collecting, how could his trove be so meager?
Yamabuki Chidori spread his arms. "My dear girl! Behold your father's greatest creation in eight hundred years: Space Folding Technique!"
As Yamabuki Chidori