The thought only made her more irritated.
After dinner, Roselle brought Bernadette to his office and told her a few fairy tales. Only when he saw a smile appear on her face did he stroke her head and say, "Sweetheart, is there something you want to tell Daddy?"
"Daddy."
Bernadette buried her head in Roselle's arms and clenched her little fists, saying earnestly, "I'll definitely protect you."
"Hahaha, all right. But you'll have to wait until you're grown up and Daddy's old before I need your protection."
Filled with joy, Roselle brushed the tip of her nose. "For now, let Daddy protect you."
"Off to bed with you."
Watching his daughter leave the study, Roselle's smile gradually faded. He took the silver medallion out of his desk drawer.
After a day of calming down, he still decided:
No matter what, he had to give it a try!
Who knows? Maybe I can use it to travel between here and my homeland and become a trader working both worlds.
After all, I'm the protagonist!
His gaze instantly grew resolute. Without holding anything back, he channeled his spirituality into the silver medallion engraved with strange symbols and patterns, activating it.
The originally cold medallion grew scorching hot under the stimulation of his spirituality. Its lines lit up one by one, and then faint gray mist seeped out of them.
The next instant, boundless grayish-white fog engulfed Roselle's vision.
"It worked!"
Am I... going to transmigrate back?
Unable to contain his excitement, Roselle tried to glimpse even the slightest familiar scene in the depths of the gray fog.
Unfortunately, he saw nothing.
Several minutes passed. Apart from gray fog, all he could see was more gray fog.
When he stopped channeling spirituality, the gray fog vanished. He found himself still seated at the