A disastrous outcome born of a mistaken ritual.
In the end, all the demon hunter Ryan found beneath the rubble was a homeless little "stray cat."
"You have nowhere else to go anyway, so why not come with me and be my daughter?"
"As if I'd be the daughter of an old bachelor like you! Stay single for the rest of your life!"
Sigh, does this mean she hates me?
I haven't even gotten married myself, yet somehow I ended up raising a daughter first, even if she refuses to admit it.
By my reckoning, the little one should be all grown up soon. Maybe it's time I thought about settling down.
That way, she might stop teasing me for being an old bachelor. A while ago, she even tucked a pair of rings into the letter she sent home.
But finding a woman who could truly make my heart flutter was so difficult, until a woman who called herself a witch walked into my life.
Just as I was about to confess my feelings, the elegant, aloof woman I remembered said something completely at odds with her usual demeanor.
"Hey, Uncle, it's been so long, and you still haven't found a girlfriend?"
"Why the surprised look? Don't tell me you don't recognize me?"
The blue-haired witch flashed a devilish smile. Her slender, beautiful body grew smaller and smaller, gradually merging with the figure in my memories, the one who had left to study and whom I hadn't seen in so long.
"But... I accept. What are you standing there gawking for? Where's the ring I gave you before? Give it to me!"
