I entered a novel in which the heroine who reincarnated as a saintess has to walk on a thorny path. ‘Yeah, nope!’ I, who decided to walk on a flower path, abandoned the original frustrating family and adopted my bias as my dad in our first meeting. “You, be my daddy!” The story’s final boss and villain! But now he’s just my dad. Fufu. “Daddy, why is your name also daddy? So cute.”