A Secretly Capable Child Is Seeking For Her Dad - Chapter 225

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A Powerful Child Searches for Dad Episode 225

 

In the silence, an awkward atmosphere lingered.

 

The noble ladies exchanged glances with tense faces.

 

Walker Wavril chimed in once more.

 

“The seating arrangement is really… how should I put it! Strange, very!”

 

Those words spread like ripples around them once again.

 

Now even other attendees who had been enjoying conversations in the distance were all staring toward Walker Wavril and Tie.

 

Their expressions were uniformly stiff with tension and surprise.

 

“Um, Marquess…”

 

One attendee who couldn’t bear to watch any longer stepped forward.

 

It was Lady Lebohra, who had attended at the invitation of her Paladin younger brother.

 

At the sight of her approaching, Walker smiled brightly and spread wide the arm that wasn’t holding her cane.

 

“Leboura! It’s been so long!”

 

Leboura was acquainted with Walker.

 

Before Walker’s leg injury, she had taught Walker dancing for several months.

 

“I see so many welcome faces today! Thanks to you, Leboura, I went dancing a hundred more times! If it weren’t for you, this leg would have stiffened five years earlier!”

 

Leboura’s expression became complicated.

 

Walker was unhesitatingly lifting one side of her fancy dress to show her limping leg.

 

‘Right, this is how she was…’

 

Leboura tried to compose her flustered heart while being conscious of the surrounding gazes.

 

When she looked up, eyes with new wrinkles were gazing at her joyfully.

 

‘She’s so bold and doesn’t fuss over small things.’

 

So she might not know that today’s banquet was held under the Emperor’s auspices.

 

Perhaps she forgot her adjutant’s report, or mistook it for another banquet.

 

Otherwise, there’s no way she would ask why the seating arrangement was like this in front of everyone.

 

Leboura parted her lips to remind Walker of this crucial information.

 

“Marquess, the thing is…”

 

“By the way, Leboura! About the Agabert Mercenary Group that will be going on campaign with your brother! The leader is this person here.”

 

But Walker lightly cut off Leboura’s words.

 

Then she gestured toward the small child who had been beside her.

 

Leboura turned her troubled gaze.

 

“Hello!”

 

The Commander King greeted her just like a real child.

 

Leboura nodded for now.

 

“Nice to meet you…”

 

Then, after hesitating a bit, she carefully kissed both of the Commander King’s cheeks.

 

It was a greeting method used among ladies, but anyway, the Commander King looked like a girl on the outside.

 

The Commander King’s eyes widened in surprise and her cheeks turned bright red.

 

While Leboura tilted her head in confusion.

 

Walker dropped another bombshell statement.

 

“But Leboura. Take a look yourself. Isn’t it strange?”

 

“Pardon?”

 

“The Royal Palace Clock Tower mission from a few weeks ago! You know it was quite eventful, right?”

 

The Royal Palace Clock Tower mission… now that she thought about it, she had heard of it.

 

She especially remembered it being mentioned several times in the gossip papers among nobles.

 

“There, this person accomplished very significant feats.”

 

Leboura blinked while looking at the Commander King.

 

“Is that so…?”

 

The nobles’ gossip papers mainly featured the Luminen Family’s activities.

 

Agabert’s presence was practically erased, it was safe to say.

 

“Yes. Anyone who participated would know. Those paper scraps need to fix things like that first! If you don’t have a title in front of your name, it’s like your achievements don’t count.”

 

Someone coughed awkwardly from afar.

 

It seemed to be a noble who owned a printing house.

 

But Walker didn’t stop.

 

“If it weren’t for the Commander King here, how far would all those monsters have spread? There were over 100, no, over 1,000 creatures that could have invaded Jedo!”

 

“I didn’t count them, but there really seemed to be over a hundred!”

 

The Commander King raised one hand and spoke from the side.

 

Walker nodded.

 

“Exactly! Leboura, this person here cut off hundreds of those creatures’ heads. But the name of some count’s daughter who held an injured returnee’s hand once appears more in the gossip papers!”

 

This time, that ‘count’s daughter’ cleared her throat.

 

She was a noble who got her name in the gossip papers just for visiting the treatment center for injured returnees once.

 

Walker shook her head disapprovingly.

 

“That gossip paper that prints nonsense, I’m really sick of it these days. I’m thinking of starting my own. Anyway.”

 

She looked at Leboura and pointed to where Agabert’s Table was placed.

 

“The Commander King’s seat at this banquet seems to have been assigned over there. Strange, isn’t it?”

 

Leboura gulped.

 

She wanted to quickly tell Walker that this banquet was hosted by the Emperor, but Walker had been only saying what she wanted to say.

 

Since she wasn’t giving any chance to speak, it was natural that Leboura couldn’t interject.

 

Moreover, Leboura had a very introverted and timid personality.

 

Because of that, she usually had trouble even starting conversations with people.

 

‘But to bring up such a difficult topic… I can’t even suggest moving locations…’

 

Leboura was breaking out in cold sweat as her mind went blank.

 

“Of course! Even though Agabert achieved overwhelming feats in the last mission. But you can’t give such special treatment! Everyone who participated risked their lives to protect the Empire equally!”

 

Leboura’s eyes widened.

 

Walker clicked her tongue and leaned against her cane as she continued.

 

“Perhaps they prepared a corner seat so her face wouldn’t get tanned by the sunlight.”

 

“…”

 

“And left the table empty in case the food didn’t suit her taste. What enviable treatment.”

 

Walker sighed and asked the Commander King.

 

“Still, it’s quite a thoughtful gesture, isn’t it, Commander King?”

 

Astie looked up.

 

The large green eyes that had been pondering Walker’s words gradually grew wider.

 

A huge exclamation mark appeared above the child’s head.

 

‘That’s it!’

 

That’s why only Tie’s table was empty!

 

Because if it was prepared in advance, she’d have to eat everything out of politeness!

 

Looking back, it was the same when she was in South Korea.

 

Just once when she went to play at a preschool friend’s house.

 

Tie ate every single piece of seasoned black beans that her friend’s mother served on a small plate.

 

She did so because Grandmother and Aunt had taught her that was proper etiquette.

 

‘Even a single grain of rice contains the farmer’s blood and sweat…!’

 

Tie’s eyes lit up with enlightenment.

 

“It wasn’t discrimination…!”

 

They hadn’t refused to give Tie snacks!

 

Everything was consideration so she could eat as much as she wanted of only what she liked, instead of being forced to eat things she didn’t want.

 

‘I can eat a hundred cakes instead of carrots!’

 

She was so excited that her bottom wiggled involuntarily.

 

Seeing Astie’s lips curling up into a smile, Walker said.

 

“This won’t do, Commander King. I’ve been worried about the age spots increasing on my skin lately. May I sit with you as well?”

 

Tie’s eyes widened.

 

The child quickly nodded.

 

“Yes! There are many seats!”

 

Indeed, several seats near Tie were empty due to Victor, Aleric, and Livia’s absence.

 

“Your generosity is truly admirable! Then.”

 

Walker gestured with one hand.

 

Then a long procession of people began entering the banquet hall.

 

Each person carried a tray covered with a silver dome.

 

“Place them over here.”

 

At Walker’s words, food was placed one by one on Agabert’s previously empty table.

 

Leboura stared at Walker with a face half-mixed with bewilderment and confusion.

 

She lowered her voice and whispered softly.

 

“M-Marquis. Bringing food into a memorial service should be prohibited…? Since this is an event presided over by His Majesty the Emperor…”

 

“I received permission.”

 

“Pardon?”

 

Walker laughed heartily.

 

“I asked His Highness the Prince beforehand. Whether I could lend a hand with this banquet. He gave his permission quite readily.”

 

Leboura slowly blinked.

 

The Prince’s permission meant there had definitely been coordination with the protocol office and the Imperial kitchen.

 

But it was still strange.

 

This kind of thing didn’t usually happen.

 

Sure enough.

 

“…Is what the Marquis says true, Pides?”

 

A low voice came from behind.

 

Startled, she looked to see the Emperor standing there in his golden cloak, looking at the Prince with a stern expression.

 

Pides stared at the Emperor with a flustered expression.

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