I will swear to protect the beauty with my life

Chapter 736: Does a small knife count?

Rika seemed like a different person when she was with her father. She was cute, well-behaved and obedient. More importantly, even her chuunibyou seemed to have disappeared. She spoke and acted normally, and the happy smile on her face never disappeared.

Not to mention Fang Wuwei, even Yuta had never seen such a Rika.

The people in the living room all lowered their voices tacitly, looking at the father and daughter in the kitchen, giving them some time alone.

Rikka's father volunteered to be the chef tonight and said that he was the one who taught Touka all her cooking skills. He wanted to open their eyes and also to thank them as a father for taking care of Rikka.

"Master, she looks really happy now, death... Lord Thunder God, is there really nothing you can do?"

"It's not that I can't help it, he just doesn't want to stay for long. His ideology is too high, I can't force him to resurrect... And don't call me Lord Thunder God, it always sounds a bit awkward."

"Okay, Lord Thundergod Death, got it, Lord Thundergod Death."

At this moment Fang Wuwei understood how Dan Shenggu felt when she asked others not to call her morisummer.

Nibutani rubbed her chin. She sensed that Rika's father's body was temporarily condensed by a kind of energy, and now this energy... was not much left, and it would barely last another twenty minutes.

Alas... I hope Liuhua won't be too sad by then. Fang Wuwei is right, they have a happy family and they can't understand this undying love for their deceased loved ones.

There was some worry on the faces of Kuzuha, Ikeuchi Maki and others. Rikka looked extremely happy now, but the more so, the sadder she would probably be when her father left.

They were all a little worried that Rikka wouldn't be able to handle it.

Yongtai silently took out the gem necklace from his pocket, looked at the gem on it that was shining with golden light, clenched it in silence, and looked back at Fang Wuwei.

Fang Wuwei shook his head helplessly, indicating that there was nothing he could do.

If Rikka's father himself didn't want to be resurrected, even if he really had the ability to make the matter a fait accompli and directly use the soul-sealing technique to stuff him into a stone and bring him to the headquarters to be resurrected, it would be too disrespectful to him.

Liuhua's father is incredibly open-minded and has no attachment to the world anymore, which makes Fang Wuwei admire him, so he respects his decision very much.

Yongtai sighed and handed the necklace over at Fang Wuwei's suggestion. The wood on it was a little loose, so he planned to take it over to have it repaired in two days...

How long have I worn it? A year... no, half a year, it's already a little loose after only three or four months. What an unreliable merchant.

In the kitchen, Rika and her father got along very well. Next to her father, Rika was like the lovely child she used to be, well-behaved and honest, neither childish nor willful. She was very frank, and her innocent look was unique to her as a daughter.

Liuhua's father never taught her to cook, which resulted in Liuhua's poor cooking skills. She couldn't even cut vegetables properly, which made him feel ashamed... If he had known earlier, he should have let Liuhua go into the kitchen more often...

But he didn't despise her. Looking at the embarrassed Ruka, he smiled and rubbed her head.

But Liuhua had discovered that his body was somewhat translucent. Through his body, Liuhua could even see the water tank behind him...

The divine power that constructed his body was running low, and he would soon be leaving again.

The smile on Liuhua's face immediately froze and slowly disappeared. She spoke less and less. She put down the work at hand, stretched out one hand and hugged her father's arm tightly.

"Rikka, don't cry."

Liuhua didn't answer him and gradually lowered her head.

Rikka's father looked hesitant as he turned his gaze away from Rikka and returned to the stew that was cooking in front of him.

"Remember this? You loved eating this when you were a kid, and it had to be without tomatoes, otherwise you wouldn't touch it..."

Rikka didn't say anything, and her head was lowered so he couldn't see her expression. Only her slightly trembling body told him that Rikka's emotions were somewhat out of control.

"Dad can't always be with you. Shouldn't you already know that?"

"Um......"

His body gradually became more transparent. Without obsession to support it, his divine power would dissipate even faster after it dropped to a certain threshold.

"I'm very happy that I can be by your side again and see you grow up to what you are now. I'm also very happy that you are living such a good life."

"Um......"

Rikka's arms wrapped around her tighter.

Rikka's father smiled, took the spoon from the pot and placed it in front of Rikka.

"I just told you how to cook this dish. You can handle the rest of the cooking yourself."

"......don't want......"

"I'm leaving."

There was still soup on the spoon, which dripped onto the stove, leaving a stain. Liuhua was silent for a moment, then tremblingly let go of her father's arm and took the spoon from his hand that had become so transparent that it was almost invisible.

"Rikka... Humans are constantly bound by birth, aging, sickness and death. We are fragile, but this is life. You are still young and have a long way to go in the future... But if I die, I will... not be able to accompany you any further."

Liuhua's father put his hand on her head, and looked at her trembling, with a trace of heartache in his eyes, but he did not choose to stay.

"You are still young and can go a long way, so ah, you must learn to let go... okay?"

"Um......"

"I've said before, I love you very much. I've always loved you both deeply. I always have, and I will always love you. I will watch you grow up. I will be by your side and I will always love you."

"Um......"

"Get some rest, don't always stay up late... Don't be too picky about food, eat a little of everything, don't be too willful, and listen to Yuta..."

"Um......"

"I know you've been learning magic recently... I don't know what that is, but even with Dongfang here, you guys have to be careful..."

"Um......"

Seeing Rikka sobbing with her head down but agreeing to all his requests, Rikka's nonexistent father's heart began to ache.

"Rikka... I'm sorry, I'm not a good enough father to grow up with you..."

Rikka cried and shook her head.

"You're the best dad in the world..."

Rikka's father was obviously touched when he heard this, and he reached out his hand to touch Rikka one last time, but his arm went straight through and he could no longer touch her.

Then he heard footsteps approaching from behind. Turning around, he saw Fang Wuwei standing behind him, holding up the necklace in his hand, the light golden gem on it sparkling.

What Fang Wuwei meant was self-evident.

But he chuckled and shook his head, refusing without hesitation, his choice in his heart still firm.

Fang Wuwei did not force it and took the necklace back. At this time, other people also slowly came over, so he simply stuffed the necklace directly into Yongtai's hands.

"Togashi Yuuta."

"Yes, I'm here."

The somewhat ethereal voice of Rikka's father suddenly sounded, calling Yuta's name, and Yuta responded without hesitation.

"Thank you for loving her for me."

As soon as he finished speaking, he shifted his gaze to look at the other people standing behind him. Rikka's father's body had become so illusory that it was difficult to see him at all, and his voice also became extremely ethereal.

"And... Rikka's friends... I heard about it from Dongfang. Thank you for making up for the care I couldn't give to Rikka..."

All of Nibutani and the others were silent because they could no longer sense the presence of Rikka's father. His body had dissipated and turned back into a soul and left.

The soul without obsession even broke through the shackles of the soul-sealing technique, responded to the call of the invisible boundary line and left here.

Only Liuhua was left with her back to them, her head lowered facing the stove, trembling and sobbing. She did not dare to look back from beginning to end. She just stared at the stew in front of her that was emitting a fragrant aroma. She tightly grasped the spoon in her hand, and she was unaware that the powerful strength of her body had already bent it.

This is the first dish that Liuhua learned to cook in her life.

That night, her appetite was even greater than Fang Wuwei and Ikeuchi Maki. She ate most of the food on the table without saying a word. The extremely familiar taste made her cry the whole night. She put the food into her mouth silently without saying a word.

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Why do I find it so easy to write such tragic plots?