Muryōtō Ryūsuke spoke awkwardly. Although a voice told him that Himeko was not wrong, when he thought about it carefully... if she really were his daughter, he had not even been married when she was born. He had not even met his wife yet, had he?
How could that be possible?!
"Are you saying... that I'm very old?"
Himeko tilted her head, glanced aside, and replied softly.
"Not that. Um... you really do look a lot like my daughter. If I didn't know it was impossible, I would have thought you were her all grown up! Right... what's your name?"
For some reason, Muryōtō Ryūsuke felt the temperature around him drop sharply again. He hurriedly explained.
"My name... my current name is Muryōtō Himeko."
Himeko coolly slipped one hand into the pocket of her suit, lowered her head, and fell silent for several seconds.
"What? Muryōtō... Hi... Himeko?"
Muryōtō Ryūsuke's expression changed instantly. Wasn't that his daughter's name? Was the woman before him still joking with him, or was something else going on?
"You should know about my family situation. Please stop joking around."
Muryōtō Ryūsuke's expression turned serious. He still did not believe that the person before him was his daughter. When he had left home, Little Himeko had only been in her teens. There was no way she could have grown so much so quickly.
As a scientist, he knew that certain technologies could theoretically accomplish such things, but that would be in the future. He did not believe current technology could achieve it.
Just as Muryōtō Ryūsuke was about to say something else, his phone suddenly rang. He apologized to Himeko, then took out his phone.
Although it was only the year 2000, the phones in this world were not old-fashioned models. They were already smartphones, and