Mage Manual

Chapter 1688 - 1245: Family and Lovers

This time Ash returned from Hell, his dejected mood cured by Diya, he quickly fell into deep confusion—

Who is this little girl calling me Daddy to me?

She definitely can’t be my biological daughter. If he were old enough to have such a big daughter, he would need to have teenage years like a city youth novel, in fact, Ash did expect to have an intense early romance in high school, but in his first year, he was reckless. There was a bottle of foreign liquor from an uncle who worked in the big city, whom he didn’t know what he did for work and hadn’t married, bringing it to share with his classmates. Initially, it tasted a bit delicious, but soon he realized his classmates stripped and lay all over the place. He didn’t strip, but lay among the disrobed classmates, after the incident gained a Legendary title ’Three-Class Charm Demon’ for three years, simultaneously losing his high school dating rights.

Which means she should be an appointed daughter... But it’s still kind of strange, considering the age difference, I should have recognized her as a sister. At least having a sister wouldn’t affect my dating prospects, but having a daughter would surely make the majority of normal women shy away from me.

When Ash finally accepted having a daughter, he got up afterward and the little girl suddenly turned into a teenager, still calling him Daddy, completely muddling his college-aged brain that kept regressing since then.

Recognizing a little girl as a daughter is understandable, recognizing a blossoming teenager as a daughter is a whole other story!

I should only like to recognize brothers as sons!

Later, when Diya came over for a kiss, Ash nervously paid attention to others’ reactions, but everyone behaved quite indifferently, as if this was a normal affair to them.

At first, Ash wanted to find reasons like in the mage’s world intimate behaviors were normal for family members... But then Diya stuck her tongue in, he really couldn’t fool himself.

Daughter, lover, little girl, teenage girl?

The only fortunate thing is when Diya came over for a kiss, she was in teenage girl form. If she had used her little girl form, Ash would have no doubt, he could directly identify himself as a pervert.

Now there’s still some leeway! Maybe calling Daddy is just a special term between lovers?

Faced with Ash’s hopeful yet apprehensive gaze, Diya thought for a moment and understood his post-amnesiac mental journey. Just as she wanted to clarify that she was the one unilaterally seeing Ash as her dad, the Witch’s mind took a spin, her long-unutilized Empress intelligence ascended, envisioning a path never contemplated before.

"...How could what we’ve done be called perverted?"

The Witch gently wrapped her arms around Ash’s neck, her face buried in his shoulder to prevent him seeing her amused smile: "We’ve always been like this, both father and daughter, and lovers."

Dammit!

Ash was heartbroken, feeling deeply guilty for his actions, wishing he could call the cops and have his past self put through the Shattered Lake to be remade—can’t you just have a normal romance? Do you have to pull off such advanced moves? Now I can’t adapt because I’m not perverted enough!

"When alone, you always call me good daughter, if I’m disobedient you’d spank me, did you forget?"

Diya tilted her head looking at him, tone full of resentment: "Can we not go back to how we used to be?"

Ash opened his mouth slightly, rubbed Diya’s hair, and whispered softly in her ear: "Good...daughter..."

Diya’s heart raced, at this moment all notions of Black Demon, all promises were tossed aside. She even thought Ash losing his memory might be a good thing, after all, only a blank slate could be freely painted with her preferred colors without restraint.

"No way!" Ash still couldn’t accept it, "I really can’t say it."

"Eh..." Diya pretended to be disappointed: "Seems like I’ll drift closer to the Black Demon..."

"Is it okay if I call you Little Diya?" Ash pleaded with hands together: "This is my limit for now, I’ll try harder in the future."

"Hmm—" Diya chilled him for a bit before reluctantly agreeing: "Alright then, since you’ve lost your memory. But if I’m disobedient, you still have to punish me, oh, like now, don’t you think Little Diya needs a little punishment?"

Ash decisively and swiftly patted her bottom, Diya bit his ear, lightly let out a sound filled with charm instead of pain, teasingly making his blood rush.

Initially, Ash didn’t fully believe Diya’s story, now he believes it completely—damn, he’s really a pervert!

"Since there’s nothing else, why don’t you go back and rest—"

"No rush." The Witch wrapped her legs around Ash’s waist, asking: "Did you mention Weiser and Vishi both know you lost your memory?"

"Yes, although I haven’t told them, I still lost their memories, they likely could tell my odd behavior through daily interactions." Ash lied stiffly in bed not daring to move, worried about striking a spark by accident: "Vishi probably knows but doesn’t mind, perhaps, between me and her, losing memory might not be a bad thing... From your descriptions, my meeting with her was disastrous, even though I started liking her, I couldn’t accept her due to past incidents. Both of us have shackles, losing memory actually freed me, so..."

"No wonder you’ve suddenly become infatuated with maids."

Diya was suddenly enlightened: "We even thought Vishi used some kind of Charm Miracle... Wait a second, so the Ghost Prophet actually fell for you? She truly wasn’t pretending? Have you mastered some sort of Charm Miracle effective against bad women?"

Ash continued: "Weiser is very clear, because she often helps me recall past events, reminding me what happened between us. Though I still can’t remember, at least I know she is my lover from first sight."

"Hmm...hmm!?"

Diya blinked, love at first sight?

No, when Ash met Silver Lamp, wasn’t it during his love triangle period with herself and Sword Maiden? He always discussed Silver Lamp as an antagonist, how could it be love at first sight?

Besides, it’s impossible for Ash’s temperament to trigger love at first sight; a crush because of appearance seemed more feasible. Ash seemed friendly with everyone but only a few like the Witch knew he seldom opened up, he indeed easily made friends like a self-loving Sunflower, once wanting to deepen relations, he’d turn into a Mimosa wanting to hide.

Could it be...

"I seem to not have heard your story with Silver Lamp," Diya followed the topic: "How did you become lovers with Silver Lamp?"

Without doubt, Ash shared the tale of chasing and pining over Silver Lamp, the Senluo adventure was truly Ash and Silver Lamp’s long-running love story. Finished, he sighed: "Thankfully Silver Lamp helps recollect, or I wouldn’t know we shared so many important moments."