How to Replace Your Dad - Chapter 137

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How to Replace Your Dad

Chapter 137

First, let me organize the situation like this.

1. Andres will send Reconstruction Council executives and Cesar as knights to the Family Tournament.

2. Cesar isn’t part of the Reconstruction Council, but was scouted by Andres after his skills were recognized.

3. Cesar has absolutely no intention of coming to my side…

‘Ugh.’

I let out a pained groan.

Yuise’s angry voice came through the earpiece.

[What nonsense is he spouting.]

“I’d like to persuade him if possible, but…”

[Tell him to come over right now if he doesn’t want to face expulsion after I report him to the Clan Leader.]

Since Cesar seems to like Father very much, threats would probably work.

At least to get him to come out as a knight on our side.

‘But would he cooperate fully…’

I narrowed my eyes and stared at Cesar.

Cesar snorted.

He seemed to understand the meaning behind my gaze.

“The missions I carry out are only for the Irregulars.”

“….”

“But the Family Tournament only benefits you. The hosting rights for the Sowing Festival and meaningless prizes like the Spiral Crown have no significance for the Irregulars.”

“…Hmm.”

That’s true.

Cesar looked at me with a cold expression.

“Wake up from your dream.”

[That damn bastard…!]

이어커프에서는 [***해서 **할 ***] 같은 쌍욕이 흘러나왔다.

This was the first time I’d seen Yuise this excited.

No wonder she was hesitant about asking Cesar for cooperation.

It seems she doesn’t get along with Cesar more than Antonio.

Cesar stood up.

“If you understand, go back as quickly as possible.”

As he was about to leave, I said to him.

“What benefit does it give the Irregulars for you to participate in the Family Tournament as part of Andres?”

Cesar stopped in his tracks.

He turned to look at me.

“The Family Tournament isn’t what’s important.”

“It’s not the Family Tournament?”

“The point is that it’s an official event.”

He answered lightly.

It wasn’t a kind explanation.

He didn’t seem to think I would understand either.

“What’s important is making everyone know that Andres ‘used’ the Irregulars.”

“What?”

“So that later, even if Count Andres finds out that Father is the leader of the Irregulars, he can’t report it.”

“…!”

Cesar’s eyes widened.

He looked somewhat bewildered.

He muttered quietly.

“You do seem to have a decent head on your shoulders.”

I fell into thought.

‘Cesar is right.’

Cesar’s actions are definitely beneficial to the Irregulars.

The Reconstruction Council knows the identity of the Irregulars.

We don’t know when or to whom they might trade that information.

If it’s going to be revealed, it’s better to firmly implicate the noble families.

That way, the noble families will protect the Irregulars to prevent their own crimes from being exposed.

‘Especially families like Andres that are hostile to us.’

So they won’t even think of attacking us.

I nodded.

“I understand.”

“…What do you mean?”

“Huh? I mean I understand, so I’m giving up on you.”

“Just like that, so obediently?”

I tilted my head.

“I can’t interfere with what you, as an Irregular, are doing for your organization because of my own greed.”

“….”

“Why?”

“…Never mind.”

Cesar’s expression became subtle.

“I agreed to have dinner at Andres, so I’ll stay until then.”

“…Do as you please.”

Cesar left through the door.

Thud.

As the sound of the door closing was heard, Yuise spoke.

[Is that really okay? You need Cesar.]

“That’s true, but there’s nothing I can do. I’ll have to bring someone else.”

[If you lose the Family Tournament, you might never be able to wake your mother again.]

“I’ll work hard to make sure that doesn’t happen.”

[You really are…]

“It’s okay. I’ll work hard.”

I clenched my fist tightly.

A sigh flowed from the earpiece.

I organized my luggage and placed it on the table.

Next, Cesar would probably bring a box or bag to pack it up.

As I was thinking that, I heard a knock-knock sound.

“I’ll escort you to the dining room.”

It was the Butler.

He wouldn’t pass off taking me to where the Marquis and Marchioness were to someone else.

I followed him down to the dining room.

* * *

The dining room of Andres.

The Marchioness stared intently at Yustea sitting across from her.

Then she shifted her gaze to Stella, who was sitting beside her with her mouth tightly shut while eating.

The atmosphere was gloomy.

The Marchioness asked.

“What happened.”

Stella flinched at that.

The clinking sound of utensils stopped.

“We had a slight difference of opinion…”

Stella said in a dejected voice.

Yustea remained silent.

The Marchioness furrowed her brow.

“What’s the matter.”

“Well…”

Stella, who had been hesitating, mumbled.

“I felt hurt by sister’s inconsiderate behavior.”

“Inconsiderate behavior?”

“Yes… So I said a few words out of upset feelings, but sister seemed displeased by what I said…”

Stella bit her lips tightly.

It was clear she was trying to hold back tears.

The Marchioness let out a sigh.

“It’s been a while since we had a family meal. Fighting on a good day is not welcome.”

“I’m sorry…”

“If you understand each other and get along, there would be no reason for sisters to quarrel.”

“Yes…”

Stella mumbled in response.

The Marchioness looked at Yustea.

“Why aren’t you answering.”

“Because we’re not sisters. And this is certainly not a family meal either.”

“You…”

“So I cannot take the Marchioness’s words to heart.”

Such a curt answer came back.

The Marchioness’s face hardened.

Regardless, Yustea called for an employee serving the meal.

“Remove the olives and bring it back.”

Then Stella said in a choked voice.

“I’ve been thinking about it, but sister is too harsh to grandmother. Also, you could just pick out something like olives and eat around them. You’re being too harsh to the servants too…!”

Her face was flushed as if she had mustered up great courage.

The hands gripping her skirt trembled violently.

Stella glared at Yustea.

“Everyone is making an effort. Except for sister.”

Yustea let out a sigh.

She looked at the Marchioness.

“The harmonious meal the Marchioness wished for seems difficult.”

“Yustea…”

“I’ll be going.”

Yustea stood up.

‘Good thing an excuse came up.’

The meal had been uncomfortable after all.

More than anything…

‘I keep showing my old habits.’

Stella also stood up and frowned with emotion.

“I tried to understand that you hate me. But being like that to other family members is too much!”

“…”

“I’m not asking you to become family again. You could at least show some human consideration.”

“Human consideration…”

Yustea muttered.

She glanced at Stella and said.

“If you know that’s important, then stop being trapped in your victim mentality and look around you.”

“What?”

Yustea didn’t answer further and bowed her head to the adults again.

“Well then.”

“Yustea!”

The Marchioness shouted, but Yustea never stopped walking.

Yustea left the restaurant.

The restaurant became quiet.

Stella bit her lips tightly.

“Sister is really too much…”

“…”

“So I hope you two won’t worry about sister… no, Yustea anymore…”

“…”

“I don’t want to see you getting hurt like this anymore…”

Her tearful voice echoed through the restaurant.

The servants of Andres looked at Stella with pitying eyes.

Stella sniffled and said.

“Yes, Father?”

“…”

“Father…?”

Something was strange.

Count Andres had been silent the entire time.

That’s when it happened.

The servant who had brought the salad with olives removed at Yustea’s command hesitated.

“Um, what should I do with the food…”

The Marchioness said with a sigh.

“Never mind, clear away the food… what’s that?”

The servant was holding another plate besides the salad plate.

“Ah, it’s potage.”

“Potage?”

“Since the day is chilly, she told me to bring potage with plenty of ginger to the madam…”

“Who did.”

“Young Lady Yustea said so.”

“What?”

The Marchioness’s eyes widened.

“When did she give such an order.”

“She ordered it right away when the appetizers came out. She said the madam seemed to be feeling unwell.”

“…!”

The Marchioness was startled.

Recently, due to various stresses, her physical condition hadn’t been good.

In the mornings, her throat would be scratchy and food wouldn’t go down well…

Come to think of it, there was something strange.

Yustea was a child who wasn’t picky about food.

Rather than disliking olives, she was on the side of liking them.

She especially remembered loving the pickled olives that went in salads.

“Disliking olives was…”

The Marchioness muttered as she looked at the head of the table.

There were several olives on Rohan’s plate.

The Marchioness held her forehead.

“What a foolish child…”

Thinking about it, she had been like this since she was young.

Meals with that child were never uncomfortable.

She would always observe her surroundings carefully and show consideration before I even expressed anything.

Count Andres asked.

“Did Yustea pack her belongings?”

When he asked, the head butler answered.

“Yes, she did.”

The Marchioness said with a start.

“What did she take?”

“She packed the scarf and socks that Lady Dia made, a few notebooks, and Lady Dia’s perfume.”

The Marchioness’s face contorted.

“Not expensive things like jewelry or rare books, but just those things?”

“Yes.”

“This child really…”

Forcing the meal, she said this.

“Though they were yours in the past, strictly speaking, those items are Andres property. Since we’re giving away such things, surely you can at least have a meal with us.”

The Marchioness muttered in a choked voice.

“Just how much more embarrassing does she intend to make us feel…”

Count Andres was also silent.

Stella flinched.

The atmosphere was strange.

“Um, Grandmother…?”

“That child was showing us at least some human consideration.”

“Pardon?”

“We were the ones who didn’t realize it all along.”

“What do you mean…”

“It was outrageous that you criticized Yustea.”

“…”

“You’re rarely of any help.”

The Marchioness spoke coldly and left the dining room just like that.

Count Andres also stood up.

[Rohan>Yustea]

Designer of the Dark Curtain 【Rohan Andres】

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“…!”

Stella bit her lips tightly.

‘What the hell is this.’

I can do something like olives too…

I was just worried about the adults.

When Count Andres also left the dining room, Stella finally burst into tears and returned to her room.

Bang!

Stella, who roughly opened the door and entered, headed straight for GM’s embrace.

Stella, nestled in his arms, burst into sorrowful tears.

GM patted her back and said.

“What happened?”

“I hate Yustea…”

“Something happened again.”

“I know for sure now. That girl is cunning.”

“Is that so?”

“She trapped me in the dining room too. She cleverly showed consideration to the adults and acted mean in front of me!”

“Ah.”

“Even when I stood up for the adults, it became my fault. It’s so hard…”

GM stroked her head.

“I understand your feelings.”

“I only have you…”

GM curled up the corners of his mouth.

‘You’re so easy.’

No, most beings granted with systems were like that.

GM had rewound time dozens of times.

This was Stella’s third time.

Besides her, he had existed as a ‘system’ within various other characters.

However, among dozens of attempts, Yustea was the only one who had come close to fulfilling his dream.

If not for the womb, it would have been achieved.

‘This time will be different.’

This time, he would surely succeed.

GM pressed his forehead against Stella’s and whispered.

“I’ll prepare everything for you.”

“GM…”

Stella’s eyes trembled.

‘Ah, it was really GM who loved me.’

Not Yohaël, not countless friends.

Stella wrapped her arms around his neck and looked at him with hazy eyes.

GM looked at her.

Hmm.

He let out a small groan.

Hot eyes.

Eyes wet with moisture.

‘Is this that kind of thing.’

He had observed humans while repeating time dozens of times.

And when they made faces like this…

“I want you, GM.”

“Ah.”

His face drew closer to Stella’s.

The shadows of the two overlapped.

When they finally parted, Stella’s face turned red.

“You were truly a special person to me.”

“…”

“We can’t call ourselves just friends anymore…”

Looking at Stella who lowered her head with a shy expression, GM let out a quiet laugh.

Was this disgusting feeling a backlash from becoming human?

Or was kissing originally like this?

‘What would a kiss with you be like, Yustea.’

It was a case of different dreams in the same bed.

And through the door crack that wasn’t completely closed yet.

Cesar, who had been standing behind the door, thought.

‘Things are taking an interesting turn.’

While letting out an incredulous chuckle.

* * *

Time passed, and two weeks later.

The palace gates opened for participation applications.

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