Hiroshi Makoto looked directly at Seiji … no, he was judging him.
"It doesn't seem like a lie … just what danger is Chiaki in?"
Seiji looked towards Chiaki. The two of them exchanged glances and came to an understanding.
"Dad, I was lying when I said that Seigo was a detective," Chiaki told him honestly. "He's actually a Spiritual Ability user."
Hiroshi Makoto was rendered speechless.
Seiji leisurely raised his hand as the famous artist revealed an obviously strange expression.
The teacup on the table instantly floated up!
Hiroshi Makoto's expression changed to one of astonishment upon seeing this.
Seiji controlled the teacup and spun it in circles in front of the famous artist, then up and down, then around his head, then around the entire room, before finally landing back on the table.
"This isn't a magic trick. There's no hidden mechanism at all. You can inspect it however you like."
The famous artist had a stunned expression.
Chiaki had the urge to laugh out loud at her father's reaction, but she forcefully suppressed it.
After Hiroshi Makoto regained his senses, he adjusted his eyeglasses and then picked up the teacup and observed it carefully. He then looked at Seiji's hands.
Seiji spread out his hands and even flipped them up and down, allowing Seiji to inspect them as he pleased. Seiji had an expression that said, "I admit defeat if you can see through the hidden mechanism."
Hiroshi Makoto observed for a while, but was unable to see through anything at all.
But even though he was shocked, he wouldn't choose to believe Seiji so easily.
"That was a wonderful performance. I couldn't see through it." Hiroshi Makoto placed the teacup back on the table. "But I won't believe that you're a so-called Spiritual Ability user just like that. That's because I don't know much about magic. It's normal for me to be unable to see through the magic trick."
What he meant was, "This is just a magic trick that I can't see through."
"I already said that this isn't magic. It's Spiritual Ability." Seiji stated calmly, "I can use this ability to move anything in this room, including your body, Wakaba -san."
"Seigo …"
"Don't worry, Chiaki. I'm not threatening you. I'm just stating the facts. Since Mr. Wakaba doesn't believe it, you might as well experience it for yourself. "
Seeing how confident the young man was, the famous painter's heart wavered even more.
"Then let me experience it." Hiroshi Makoto concealed his wavering and said lightly.
"My apologies" Seiji raised his hand again and cast a spell.
Chiaki watched this scene nervously.
Suddenly, Hiroshi Makoto felt an invisible force lifting him up!
As he rose into the air, he revealed a shocked expression. He hurriedly looked around him, but still saw nothing.
"Please don't move around too much, this is the first time I've used this technique to move a human" Seiji said.
Hearing this, Hiroshi Makoto's movement froze for a moment. Chiaki was also looking at Seiji Mukai.
"Before this, it was used to move objects or deal with spiritual bodies," Seiji added.
His tone was calm and direct, as if he was simply stating the truth.
As his body floated in midair and he personally experienced this invisible power, Hiroshi Makoto couldn't help but believe it.
After a while, he landed back on the tatami mat.
"How do you feel, Wakaba -san? Would you like to try again?"
The famous painter was rendered speechless by this question.
"For the time being, I'll admit that this is a superpower." After several seconds of silence, he spoke up. "Let's just say that you're a Spiritual Ability user … What about after that? What does this have to do with Chiaki? "
"There are Spiritual Ability users in this world, as well as demons and spirits. And, Chiaki has been targeted by one of those existences. As for why she encountered such an incident, it's highly likely that you or her mother were the source … "Seiji explained the situation.
"Dad … Mom's incident is highly likely to be a mystical event. Seigo should be able to help, so let's tell him," Chiaki advised.
Something flashed in Hiroshi Makoto's eyes.
Even he didn't know what he was currently feeling.
Finally, he slowly spoke up …
…
His "memories" of her were hazy and hazy, just like a dream.
He was unable to recall her name or face. Not a single person that he knew or could think of knew who she was.
This included the daughter that he had with her, and the daughter that he raised.
In his "memories," she once smiled at him while holding his newborn daughter. She once taught his daughter how to speak and walk …
She once held his daughter's hand and took a walk with him. She once turned around to watch him play with his daughter while cooking …
She once raised her finger at him to indicate that his daughter was asleep and that he shouldn't speak loudly. She once raised her camera to take a souvenir photo of him and his daughter …
Those were incredibly blissful scenes. Just thinking about them made him feel warm.
But, she just didn't exist.
There was no evidence or witnesses that could prove that she had ever existed!
His wife that didn't exist. His "memories" were so blissful that they felt illusory. Nobody knew about them apart from him. Not even his daughter knew about them.
The only logical explanation was that these "memories" were all his fantasies … or most of them were.
'She's your imagination.'
Reality told him this.
'She's a dream.'
That was what he told himself.
But … deep within his heart, there was a stubborn little part that refused to accept it.
'Is it really just a fantasy? Is it really just a dream? Was she really just a figment of my imagination?
He didn't want to accept it. He couldn't accept it. However, reality was right in front of him. The part that made this part of him feel the most uncomfortable was his daughter.
His daughter didn't know anything … Compared to him, his daughter was clearly the one who should know more about herself.
His daughter wasn't wrong. She wasn't wrong at all. She was incredibly normal.
He was the one who was wrong. He treated his fantasies as memories. He was the abnormal person.
Yet, he knew this rationally, but his emotions found it difficult to accept.
That was why … he didn't want to see his daughter.
No, it should be said that he was afraid of seeing his daughter!
His "normal" daughter was like a mirror that allowed him to see his "abnormal" self.
He knew that this was wrong.
But, he was unable to change it.
He had seen a psychiatrist and tried his best, but he still couldn't get rid of that dream.
Fortunately, even though his father was estranged from him, his daughter was still living a good life … Although she was somewhat unruly, it was still within the bounds of reason.
All he had to do was wait for this dream to disappear.
At that time, if his daughter was still willing, and if he was still able to do it, perhaps they could become an ordinary father and daughter.
He thought that this was all there was to it. He never expected that things would come to this …
…
Hiroshi Makoto told Seiji and Chiaki about the "memories".
Seiji had a serious expression.
Chiaki received a huge impact.
The "memories" that her father mentioned … Although they might all be fantasies, she faintly felt that they were all true, that they had all happened in the past!
Why didn't he tell me earlier! She wanted to complain to her father.
But, her rational side told her that if her father had told her earlier, she might have felt that her father was mentally abnormal.
That was why her father hid it from her.
He didn't want to say it out loud. He only wanted to silently bear the burden until the very end.
'Is this the reason why my father has always been estranged from me?' Chiaki wondered.
She felt that it was highly possible as she looked at her father's expression.
If she had kept her mother's "memories" and her father didn't know anything, she would probably have chosen to distance herself from him as well.
Chiaki's emotions became incredibly complex as she thought up to this point. She didn't even know what expression she currently had on her face.
There was only one sentence that she wanted to say.
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