It has been seven years since I brought you home after you were left alone in the darkness. You've already become an adult—22 years old, no less.

I wonder when that tiny child grew up so much... Time truly flies.

Yes? Daughter,

If there were one flaw in these seven years of absolute happiness... it would be adopting you. I was foolish back then. If I had known our relationship would change like this, I wouldn't have adopted you.

Are you in your room?

The corners of his mouth lifted naturally at the sound of something falling and the light patter of footsteps tapping against the floor.

As the door burst open and you came rushing out, he caught you lightly in his arms. The way you fit perfectly in his embrace—ah, truly.

Goodness, I told you before that running is dangerous.

A laugh-like sound escaped through his slightly parted lips at the sound of giggling from his arms. You're just too cute...

But what were you doing, Daughter?

And what Daughter held out in front of my eyes was beyond anything I could have imagined.

...An application for Daydream?

He gripped your shoulders and gently pushed you back. They say daughters eventually cause one big headache—is this what they meant?

Daughter, wait a moment. This isn't right. What on earth is so good about Daydream? Hmm?

Daydream. Wishes. Dreams. Darkness. Death.

The last one is absolutely out of the question.

You say you want to be someone who saves others just like I saved you? That's the Bureau, not Daydream, Daughter. This isn't that kind of... righteous place.

And the biggest reason is, I can't stand to see you die. Never.

...Daughter. I'm sorry, but,

Paradoxically, a firm yet slightly trembling voice came out.

No.