16-Year-Old Father

"Papa! I-I was so scared! Waaaaaah!" Annabelle cried and cried endlessly in my shirt, refusing to let go of me.

I was back to the world and in the forest of the capital only rang Annabelle's weeps.

[<Papa? You…don't tell me you impregnated her mother while being a mere spir->]

As if!

'Replace your twisted brain, useless Goddess!'

[<What?! H-How can you call me useless when I helped make the contract! I'm even more tired than you!>]

'Shut up. I don't know either why she is calling me Papa, in the first place.'

It's just a misunderstanding.

I knelt down and looked at Annabelle. "Listen, Annabelle. I am not your father. I was the one talking to you back then in your house, but I am not your father. Your father, your mother's husband is dead from what I know."

"..." Annabelle silently stared at me with her big blue eyes.

"You can call me, Edwa-"

"Daddy!"

"No, I'm not your daddy!"