"Don't worry, I'm not stubborn enough to force my lifestyle onto yours. I'm just a weak mortal, whereas you're a powerful witch; we're not even the same race, so naturally our positions are different. Your cooking today was a bit against my principles, but it was quite useful nonetheless."
"Moreover, as your dad, how could I not know whether my daughter is a good person or a bad person?"
Mr. Hero waved his daughter over, signaling her to sit with him.
Feeling a little complicated, Dorothy didn't resist and obediently sat across from her father.
"Dad, your sense of justice is really flexible, huh."
She breathed a sigh of relief at Adam's open-mindedness and even had the courage to tease him a bit in return.
"Well, in this world, being too rigidly just usually doesn't end well. Being flexible makes life easier."
Adam agreed, nodding with a look of approval.
"However, it seems like future me didn't quite grasp this principle. You must have heard me nagging a lot, right?"
