As I was speaking, the girl became flustered.

"Uh, uh?!" She suddenly hugged herself nervously, "What...what should I take off?"

"Cough, cough, cough!" I immediately cleared my throat, "I'm just telling my daughter, Cascia, that it's a bit hot. Take off your jacket!"

"Dad, I'm not hot." Cascia continued to wipe the girl's body, "You worry too much."

Hmm, it seems that the naive daughter clearly didn't understand the implications of my words. Yes, innocence is the best.

"So, Dad," Cascia's voice instantly turned cold as she glared at me, "you better be talking to me as well."

"H-haha, Dad, of course I'm talking to you." I stammered.

However, this child was clearly surprised when she heard that Cascia was my daughter.

"Uh, uh, is she your child?!" She exclaimed in astonishment.

"Yes, this is my dad, Isaac." The cheerful daughter introduced herself, "I'm Cascia, nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too." The girl seated on the bench politely greeted Cascia, "I'm Eileen, you can call me by my name."

Oh, is that so? Eileen, that's the girl's name, it sounds nice to hear.

Eileen then shifted her gaze to me.

"I didn't expect you to have such a grown-up daughter." Eileen looked surprised, "You look so young."

"W-well, she's sixteen years older than my daughter...it's not that big of a deal." I awkwardly rubbed my head, "I'm also an uncle this year."

Unlike the villagers in Shiloh who were already accustomed to me introducing my relationship with Cascia to outsiders, it always felt strange to do so in front of others, especially because I felt guilty.

"Mr. Isaac, are you really that old?!"

"Yeah..."

"You look like you're not much older than me!"

"Well...maybe I take good care of myself."

Although I couldn't compare to the Coen clan and the elves, who had a lifespan of over three hundred years and were favored by the main god, as a member of the Walton bloodline, known for its longevity among humans, I appeared younger than my peers. After reaching a certain level of maturity, my physical age would remain in this state for at least several decades. Walton, a naturally born warrior race, possessed extraordinary physical abilities and organs.

But to avoid trouble, after going incognito, I never told anyone about this secret.

If my identity as a Walton was revealed, unnecessary problems would arise, especially since the Walton clan was rare in number, making verification easy.

Eileen, dressed in a high-quality silk dress, appeared delicate and seemed like a pampered girl from a wealthy family.

"Um, sorry for causing you trouble today." Eileen got up and thanked us after drying off, "I have to get back home before evening, so I will take my leave now."

"Oh, then go ahead." I, who was also in a hurry to go to the guild, said, "It wouldn't be good if you're late."

Yes, child, please return home quickly. Actually, I didn't want to linger around either. After resolving these matters, Daddy wanted to return to Shiloh with his daughter as soon as possible and continue our peaceful life.

But as the saying goes, troubles never come alone, nor do blessings.

Eileen, who had just fallen into the spring, clumsy as she was, didn't get very far before she bumped into someone at the edge of the square.

She fell like a child in front of the two tall and strong young men, ending up with a big bruise on her buttocks.

Ouch, no wonder this child kept apologizing to me earlier, as it turns out it's her natural disposition.

"Sorry, sorry." Eileen bowed to them again.

But these two young men were not as harmless as my daughter and I. They had incredibly vicious expressions, likely street thugs from Gianda.

Sure enough, these two seemed to have targeted Eileen. Although Eileen was apologizing, the two men had lewd smiles on their faces as they grabbed her delicate wrist and pulled her towards a corner in an alley, where she couldn't offer any resistance.

These two thugs must often roam around here. While the nearby shop owners watched with concern, they seemed helpless.

"Dad, does Eileen have a close relationship with them?"My daughter looked up at me and casually asked, "It's not, right?"

"But those two people looked so happy."

"You didn't see Erin cry..."

"Because she was happy?"

"She was just being bullied."

It seems like my daughter has been living in the peaceful place of Shiloh for too long, lacking a serious understanding of certain everyday common sense.

"Cascia, wait here for Daddy for a while," I stood up helplessly, "Daddy will go and help that child."