Aisha is not a person with a good memory.
　However, she has never forgotten her own memories.

　As a child, she used to come home late from playing in the water or fishing by the river near the village.
　It was also a desire not to be alone in an empty house.
　Every time Aisha would get dirty and come home, she'd
"Oh, Aisha, you're home late.
　My father greeted me warmly.

　Aisha has never once forgotten that.
　Therefore, it is impossible for her to mishear those words.
　But--

　It's a lie, he said.

　I don't have to tell anyone, I spill that.
　Aisha's memory tells her it's her father. But her heart couldn't believe it.

　Aisha is experiencing the traumatic and abrupt breakup of her father's life.
　She was sad.
　But more than that, it was frustrating.　
　She couldn't forgive herself for accepting the contempt of those around her and for being so pathetic as to leave her debilitated father to die.

　That's why I wasn't so afraid of dying back then.
　Because before I met Nacht, there was nothing I couldn't forgive more than myself.
　No, I'm sure it's the same now.　
　Aisha can't forgive herself. She can't forgive herself for smiling at her father, but she can't forgive herself for laughing at him.
　Still, the reason why Aisha is living now is because there is someone more important than her, and that someone needs her.
　Because there is a Lord who has given her a reason to live, a meaning to live.
　Because he told me he needed you, and he told me so.
　That word was the only thing that gave value to a worthless shell. That's all Aisha has to offer.

"I'm sorry, Aisha, I'm afraid I can't protect you anymore, Dad, I'm afraid I broke my word. ----I couldn't keep my promise to you and to your mother, Floria... --I'm sorry. I love you, Aisha.

　The breakup is after it has already come.
　Regret doesn't make sense. Because everything was too late. Because Aisha was helpless.

　So I wanted to be strong.
　Because I didn't want to cry about being weak anymore.
　Because I didn't want to have to go through that again.

"Why did you....lie....because your father...
　But Aisha had tears in her eyes, and she was glued to her father's smile that filled the gap in her heart.
　It's a smile I've missed.
　A vision that had been lost, dreamed of many times, and vanished, was right in front of her eyes.

I'm sure you'll be happy if you don't look like you're in pain.
　And that word.
　Even the kindest of smiles.
　Even if he acts a little childishly and reliably.
　Everything belonged to the father Aisha knew.

'Oh, Mr. T........'
　There is no such reunion.
　Death is an eternal farewell.
　But Aisha was trying to accept such a father figure, and she found herself trying to run away.
　But the moment Aisha's feet tried to move - she lost her breath again.

　It is a very good idea to have a good idea of what to expect when you're in a position to do something.
　When I looked up at Nacht, I saw that his eyes were more stern than usual, and he was looking at Aisha.

　And the eyes with which Nacht looked at Aisha's father were terribly cold-blooded, like looking at filth.
　No, it's not just that.
　It's not just a matter of time before you'll be able to get a better idea of what you're looking for.

　A moment later, Nacht's figure disappeared from his eyes.
　The wind blew and Aisha could not see with her eyes what was about to happen.
　But still, she could understand the Lord's intentions.
　That's why Aisha raised her voice.

''Nacht-sama!　Wait!

　To Aisha, it could only be described as a sudden appearance.
　Nacht's claws appeared beside his father, accompanied by his neck.
　If Aisha's voice had been a little later, my father's head would have been flying in the air.

''--Aisha,''
　A shiver runs up my spine, a voice echoes.
　It's unassuming, and therefore terrifying.
　There is no intimidation mixed in, just a voice.
　However, Aisha had never heard Nacht's voice so cold before. It's not only that, but she never imagined that it was directed at her.
　It's a good idea to be able to have a good time with them.

(Scared...)
　I couldn't help but look down.
　He couldn't even look into that gentle Lord's eyes that were so kind, but now he couldn't even look at them from the front.

'The dead cannot be brought back to life, no matter what power they have. A soul that has gone to death will circulate, are you going to taunt my father's death?

　Aisha couldn't say anything.
　She was trembling, and when she opened her mouth to say something, the words wouldn't come out because of the horror in her throat that she couldn't swallow.
　Nacht's rage had gotten the better of Aisha.
　There was nothing she could do except shake.

'I don't know what kind of magic trick you used, but this is just a doll. ---- I know it's hard, I know it's sad, I know you want to cling to it, but --- your father is dead, no?
　Nacht ruthlessly tells the truth.
　And even Aisha knows that.
　Because the hand that was holding Aisha's hand that day, at that time, in that place, had gone cold. Because Aisha had seen it off.

''But... but... but... because those words were your father's...''
　But Aisha's memory tells her it's her father.
　Every word is exactly the same, not different.
　I don't think this is possible for a doll made up by a stranger. It's hard to believe that a make-believe doll can deceive Aisha.
　If there was even a 1% chance that it was Aisha's father - how could I leave him to die?

　I have a lot to tell Nacht.
　I wanted to brag about how kind my father was, how dependable he was, how wonderful he was.
　So it wasn't an easy event to dismiss.

'I'll say it again - this is not your father.
　But Nacht refuses to accept that.
　There is no doubt that there are things that Aisha cannot see.
　But Aisha wasn't as sure as Nahat was.

''--You'll find out as soon as you break it.
　Nacht's hands would relentlessly try to reap the life of his father.
　If those claws bite into it even a little, there will be no room for resistance.

''Wait ... please ... no ... I can't ...''
　As he said this, an exhale spilled out of Nacht's mouth.
　Aisha could only hear it as a sigh filled with disappointment.

It's a good idea. Then I'll give you some time. Think slowly until I expose the seed of this d*mned trick. Then you will find your answer--
　Nacht gently let go of the crimson claw that was poking at his father.
　And such was the case, Nacht did not stop by Aisha's side.

'However, if you wish to play with that doll, you are no longer my follower.

　That is the very word of separation.
　Nacht said just that, and then he was gone from Aisha's presence.