"But-but, but Lady Remmington!" one of the interrogators replied.

"He's a mana hunter!" they protested.

"You know how they are!" they said further.

"They scheme and lie and do whatever it takes! For all we know, the child was coerced and frightened and threatened into corroborating his story!" they insisted further.

Meanwhile, the man was still leaning forward on the table, his hands buried in his hair, looking like he was ready to have a breakdown.

"......" one of the interrogators was silent for a moment.

"Well... well, fine, then!" they said.

"We'll do that right NOW!" they told her.

"Ah, but we need the child for that." they then said, sounding a little smugger. "But she refuses to talk to any of us, or deal with us at all." they went on.

"Probably all planted and prepared by the hunter." they added, crossing their arms over their chest victoriously.

The man looked ready to cry now.

At this point, the interrogators had NO legs to stand on. They looked panicked, and they looked like they wanted to say something, but knew that they couldn't.

She was right, and they had NO counterargument at this point.

"Very well, then." one said.

"We'll get Saul to do the test." they said further, but she could tell they were up to something. She could see it in their eyes, Saul was a close personal friend of theirs, and odds are he'd fudge the results to their favour.

"Got it." the one on the other side replied.

"I will be there in under a minute." he said, before the call was ended.

When she looked at the other two, they had expressions of utter defeat and frustration on their faces.

"......" they were silent, and looked at each other, before looking at her.

"And you're sure he's un-" one of them started to say, before the other placed their hand on his shoulder. It was over. They had no arguments left.

Sure enough, less than a minute later, a tall, think, green-haired bespectacled man showed up inside the room.

"And here I am." he declared.

"Very well." he replied.

About 3 minutes later, he emerged from the room with a glass container filled with a strange aura. He made his way towards Desiree, motioning for the woman to follow.

She did, and the two of them approached the girl, while the man was still there as well.

The doctor leaned down close to her, and looked into her eyes.

"Sweetie, I can make sure you and your father can be together again." he told her.

"Just let me take a little something from inside your arm, okay?" he asked.

The other two had stepped out of the room, and both nodded.

"Yes, Ma'am." they said in unison.

Meanwhile, the doctor placed a finger on Desiree's arm, and she felt a strange wet sensation almost inside her. But it was short-lived, and when he withdrew the finger, there was a small bubble of water on the tip of it, with what looked to be an aura contained within.

"Now, when I add this to what is in the other container, if the two mix together, it shows that they are genetically family." he told them.

He then proceeded to do so, and there seemed to be a strange reaction inside it.

"Eh?" he muttered.

"What is it?" the man asked. But before the doctor could respond, the reaction stopped, and the two 'auras' blended together perfectly.

"Well, the start was strange, but what matters is the final result." he told the group.

"Judged on this test, which is 99.7% accurate, this girl IS, in fact, that man's daughter." he declared with the utmost confidence in his tone.

"......." the two were silent, before nodding and leaving.

There was silence in the area, but the woman knew what needed to be done.

Desiree and her father needed to be reunited.

And they needed it ASAP.

Desiree was clearly frightened out of her mind about what had been happening, and her father was a nervous wreck because of this.

"So." Dr. Calder said to her.

"I assume that they'll be dealt with?" he asked her, referring to the interrogators.

"......" the man was silent for a moment, before sighing.

"I am what I am." he said.

"And what I am breeds and fosters anger and hatred amongst mages and non-humans." he told her.

"I accepted the consequences of my 'gift' when I received it." he went on.

"But I don't even care any longer." he told her further, before pausing a moment.

"All I care about now, is protecting my daughter."

Again, he was silent, before looking at her.

"I..." he stammered. "I have SOME savings, but they will only last a few years at most." he told her.

"But... do you mean it?" he then asked.

"You'd be willing to give me a chance?" he asked further.

"...and, incidentally, yes, I can suppress it. I've learned how to ever since she was born." he then confirmed.

She could see the gratitude in his eyes.

Sheer, unmitigated gratitude. He looked ready to cry again, but for an entirely different reason.

"...th... thank you." he finally said.

"I can finally support my daughter properly." he said further.

"If you'll take me, I'll more than willingly accept." he confirmed.

"And you'll let me stay in Canada? I don't deserve such kindness..." he went on, his voice catching in his throat a little.