Kling leaned back in his chair, smiling bitterly. The glowing sun shining from the back of his head shone and reddened the desk. He felt tired after a long day's work. As he was almost done, Kling could go back home, but he didn't feel like it at all.
At the moment he recalled someone's voice, which tormented him for the past several days.
The voice was neither that of Duke Hubble nor Mrs. Chester, nor Ober. Rather, it was that of his most beloved daughter in the world.
Just recalling her voice made him feel vividly as if she was standing before him with trembling eyes and voice. With a long sigh, he dropped his hand helplessly.