How to Replace Your Dad - Chapter 155

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How to Replace Your Dad

Chapter 155

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Just because such things had happened didn’t mean that Yustea had become an assertive child who was good at saying ‘no.’

“Young Lady, what about me? How am I?”

“What about me?”

The burly Unit Members pointed at their own faces with their index fingers, their eyes sparkling.

The word ‘dislike’ didn’t come out of Yustea’s mouth.

The Unit Members chuckled and rejoiced, thinking ‘I guess she doesn’t dislike me,’ but that didn’t mean she liked them.

Yustea had hidden her face behind Yuise’s shin, staying on guard.

Truly, a child who didn’t really, completely, totally dislike someone wouldn’t easily say ‘I dislike you.’

In other words, Aslan, who heard Yustea’s “Sear”…

“Really, completely, totally dislikes him.”

When Antonio nodded and spoke, the Irregular Elites except for Aslan fell silent.

Cesar glanced at Aslan outside the window.

Aslan, their Clan Leader, had been completely devastated after hearing Yustea’s “Sear.”

He, who was usually excessively indifferent, now seemed menacing enough to terrify someone to death with his aura alone.

Even now, outside that window…

“I greet the Clan Lead…!”

“What are you looking at.”

“Pardon? No, well…”

“Why are you looking.”

“…”

The atmosphere in the house was terrible because he was picking fights with everyone with eyes that looked ready to kill someone.

Cesar looked at Yuise.

“We need to do something about this.”

Cesar’s gaze turned desperately to Yustea, who was clinging to Yuise’s calf.

Yuise let out a hollow laugh and replied.

“Should I beg her to please like the Clan Leader?”

“If begging would solve the problem, why don’t you try it.”

“You crazy bastard. As if that would work.”

“Then what do you suggest we do.”

“We have no choice but to wait for time to solve it.”

“I’m saying this because we don’t have time to wait.”

“…What?”

Yuise looked at Cesar as if asking what he meant.

Cesar crossed his arms and said.

“The Andres Estate sent 1 ton of gold to the Imperial Palace.”

“…What?”

A ton.

That wasn’t a unit that should be used for gold.

“They say it’s support funding for suppressing the Old Empire Restoration Society, but you know what it really is, right?”

“They’re trying to compensate for the Family Ceremony incident with gold? So what was the Emperor’s reaction?”

“His mouth probably gaped wide open. After all, the Emperor is in a difficult position to abandon Andres, who is the leader of the pro-Emperor faction.”

“Damn…”

“They made one request while sending the gold.”

“A request?”

“In two weeks, on the anniversary of the former Marquis’s death, they want to take his granddaughter Yustea to the graveyard.”

“…!”

Yuise’s face immediately hardened.

“When did they abandon her—!”

When Yuise let out a fierce shout, Yustea, who had been clinging to her calf, was startled and fell off.

Yuise flinched and pulled Yustea into her arms.

“I wasn’t shouting at you.”

“…”

“Really.”

“…”

“…Should I draw Tinipping for you?”

“…Yes.”

Yuise drew a character that was wildly popular among children, especially girls, on parchment while looking at Cesar.

“So do you think the Emperor will grant the request?”

“He won’t pretend not to know after eating up a whole ton.”

“Damn.”

“If the Emperor commands it, Esgaroth has no way to avoid it. If we don’t comply and Andres reveals that we’re Irregulars, it’ll be troublesome.”

In the Family Ceremony finals, the Irregular Elites had deployed their ultimate technique, the Seven Formation.

An idiot like Antonio would think they weren’t caught because no one who faced the Seven Formation survived.

But the Seven Formation leaves distinctive traces.

A unique pattern of sweeping away a tremendous number of enemies while leaving only the mana of seven people.

‘Well, considering the situation, we couldn’t avoid using the Seven Formation…’

In any case, with Count Andres’s intelligence network, he would have figured out that they were Irregulars.

‘Including the fact that Oscar, an executive of the Restoration Society, was an Irregular.’

Being suspected of having connections to the Restoration Society was more dangerous than being known as Irregulars.

Oscar knew this too, which was why he disappeared as soon as the finals ended.

Cesar sighed with a displeased expression.

“In two weeks, Yustea and Count Andres will meet.”

“With Yustea disliking the Clan Leader as she does now, she’ll follow Count Andres.”

Yuise groaned.

‘Somehow the Clan Leader needs to gain Yustea’s favor.’

He looked at Yustea, who was standing on tiptoes holding the edge of the desk, watching the drawing.

‘Right, somehow we need to make her get along with the Clan Leader… Ah.’

Yuise, who was about to color, looked at Yustea.

“Oh my, there’s no pink. The Clan Leader’s Office should have some. Should we go ask him to color it?”

The main character of Tinipping, Hattupping, had pink skin as her signature feature.

And Yustea loved Hattupping very much.

She would even endure wearing pumpkin pants she disliked if they had Hattupping drawn on them.

The Unit Members and even Cesar looked at Yustea with sparkling eyes.

Yustea, who had been quietly looking at the drawing, opened her mouth.

“Bangeutpping is fine too.”

…While quickly pulling out a purple pastel.

There were 2,313,234 types of Tinipping.

If the color was different, Hattupping would become Bangeutpping.

Yuise and Cesar cursed the character company’s commercial tactics while grinding their teeth.

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Night.

The female Unit Members who had bathed Yustea smiled brightly and said.

“Now, hands up!”

Yustea hurriedly raised both arms high.

Roslin, the younger sister of the Ros siblings, dropped the body cream she was holding and collapsed.

Charlie, who had been like a right-hand man since before Yustea’s age regression, also buried his face in both hands and groaned.

“So cute…”

“So cute…!”

Watching the female unit members chanting their “cute” mantra, Cesar and Yuise shook their heads in dismay.

Not everyone was worried about Yustea becoming younger.

The appearance of a bean-sized child who barely reached an adult man’s knee brought liveliness to the manor.

The cuteness of the child toddling around in pumpkin pants (which Marquis Esgaroth had personally bought to prevent Yustea from frequently tripping over dress hems) was practically violent.

A child who would be cute even when causing trouble was well-behaved and obedient.

Simply put, it was childcare with all the pain removed.

The female unit members were absorbed in the joy of childcare, letting out ecstatic sighs while pinching their noses countless times a day.

“Good job. You did very well.”

Charlie and Roslin smiled broadly as they applied cream to the child’s body.

After finishing putting on pajamas, Charlie picked up a toothbrush cup and smiled brightly.

“Now, shall we brush your teeth?”

That’s when it happened.

“I’ll help with the tooth brushing.”

The door opened and the person who appeared was Aslan.

He lifted up Yustea, who had been practically buried among the unit members.

Then he settled on the sofa and laid Yustea on his lap.

“Ah.”

“….”

“Don’t you want to brush your teeth?”

When Yustea stiffened completely and wouldn’t open her mouth, Aslan furrowed his brow and asked.

Then Charlie, who had stepped back, said.

“Young Lady is very good at brushing her teeth though?”

“Then why won’t she open her mouth?”

Charlie approached and crouched down in front of Yustea.

“Don’t you want to brush your teeth today?”

Yustea hesitated before whispering to Charlie.

Charlie nodded “Mm. Mm.” and looked up at Aslan.

“She says the mister is scary.”

“Mis…”

Aslan couldn’t even finish the word and closed his mouth.

It was the first time in his life hearing such a thing.

No one would think to call him “mister” upon seeing his appearance, nor would anyone have the guts to utter that word.

Aslan gripped the toothbrush tightly.

The elites clustered outside the door watching the situation gestured frantically.

It seemed to roughly mean ‘please be patient’ and ‘you need to get closer.’

Aslan let out a hot breath.

‘Right, there’s not much time left until the full moon.’

He couldn’t just watch his daughter be taken away.

“I’m not a mister.”

Yustea whispered to Charlie again.

Charlie nodded “Mm. Mm.” again and said.

“She says the sir is scary.”

…Isn’t “daddy” an option?

Aslan gritted his teeth and sighed again.

In Yustea’s current memories, her father would be Count Andres.

If a stranger suddenly appeared and told her to call him daddy, she would naturally be wary.

‘Let’s take it slow.’

“Why do you think the mis… sir is scary?”

Yustea whispered to Charlie again.

Charlie nodded and said.

“She heard Antonio say ‘What a killer look. He’s fucking scary today too.'”

“….”

Aslan fell silent, and Antonio flinched.

The elites grabbed Antonio as he tried to flee and kicked him.

Aslan managed his expression and said.

“Antonio misunderstood.”

“She also heard Yuise say ‘I’m scared to go report this. Anyway, the Clan Leader’s temper.'”

Yuise, who had been kicking Antonio, flinched.

Antonio and the other elites glared at Yuise.

Yuise stopped kicking and coughed awkwardly.

“…Yuise also misunderstood.”

“The person talking with Yuise was Cesar, and Cesar said ‘The Clan Leader’s nasty personality isn’t just a day or two thing.'”

Cesar flinched.

Aslan glanced toward the doorway.

“….”

All the elites except Miliano quietly left to pack their gear.

That night. Antonio, Yuise, and Cesar ran laps around the training ground carrying their packs side by side.

It was voluntary tax payment.

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The next day at noon.

Yustea, who had come to the front gate garden to see the flowers beginning to wilt, blinked her eyes.

“The Clan Leader is… really a good person!”

“R-right! He’s not scary at all!”

“Doesn’t he do lots of good things? You know… that… uh…”

The unit members circled around Yustea with stiff movements.

A member of Antonio’s unit said “He does lots of good things… uh…” and glanced at a member of Yuise’s unit.

The member of Yuise’s unit flinched.

“Right. He… handles trash really well… right?”

“Oh, right! He turns human trash into complete mush—!”

The member of Antonio’s unit eagerly jumped in but then flinched.

The other unit members glared menacingly at Antonio’s unit member.

Fortunately, Yustea showed no particular reaction.

Yustea ran along following Aslan’s hawks, Sunguang and Abyss, flying overhead.

“Come here. Birdie, come here.”

The unit members forgot about the ‘Clan Leader image renewal’ ordered by their squad leaders and watched Yustea chasing the birds with fond expressions.

The aloof Sunguang and Abyss had no interest in the bean-sized child and just flew around tangled together.

“Birdie. Come to Yustea—.”

She was desperately jumping up and down toward Sunguang and Abyss.

Yustea’s feet got tangled and she swayed greatly.

“…!”

She’s falling!

Yustea squeezed her eyes shut.

But it didn’t hurt.

When Yustea cautiously lifted her head, a gentle baritone voice reached her ears.

“You need to be careful.”

Yustea looked at the beautiful man with a pleasant scent and muttered blankly.

“…Pretty oppa.”

Brilliant silver hair that seemed to gather moonlight and vivid red eyes.

The man in a luxurious jacket that suited him like a painting let out a soft chuckle.

“Prettier than Yohaël?”

“…?”

“Sorry. I was jealous.”

The man who helped Yustea up said.

“I’m Luciano.”

“….”

“What’s wrong?”

“That’s brother’s name… if you have the same name as brother, he won’t like it…”

Luciano gently touched her forehead and said.

“Are you worried about me?”

“Mm-hmm…”

“What a good child.”

Yustea’s face turned red.

He smelled nice, and his voice was gentle.

The hand stroking her cheek was so soft that she somehow kept feeling embarrassed.

Luciano’s eyes curved sweetly.

“I hope you’ll be this shy even when you return to your original age.”

“Original…?”

“I meant that you’re very cute.”

“You too, oppa.”

“What?”

“You’re cute too, oppa!”

When Yustea said this with great excitement, Luciano chuckled.

“Then we feel the same way about each other.”

Just as Yustea took a deep breath to answer that she agreed.

Her body was suddenly lifted, and a menacing voice came from behind her.

“What brings Your Highness here?”

Aslan pulled Yustea into his arms and glared at Luciano with blazing eyes.

Luciano’s eyes widened slightly.

‘He’s showing his emotions this openly?’

Though he had always found him disagreeable, he had never been this fiercely confrontational.

Luciano looked around.

Yustea, completely stiff in the Clan Leader’s arms.

People with anxious expressions.

‘I see.’

Understanding the situation, Luciano looked at the Clan Leader.

“It seems difficult to get close to Yustea—”

“We are close!”

Then he shouldn’t have answered so frantically.

It seemed Yustea was more wary of the Clan Leader than expected.

Seeing how he had no composure at all.

‘This is rather amusing.’

Originally, Yustea had put Aslan first above all else.

If Aslan had been dead set against their relationship, Yustea would surely have broken up with him.

That point had been his dissatisfaction, but now that the situation was reversed, it was somewhat pleasant.

“It’s a shame I can’t enjoy this.”

“…What do you mean?”

“I came to deliver news from the Imperial Palace. His Majesty the Emperor has decided to grant Marquis Andres’s request.”

“A request. What message did he convey?”

“The 15th of this month. It’s a recommendation to have Yustea accompany him on the anniversary of the late Marquis Andres’s death.”

Aslan let out a bitter laugh.

A recommendation. What a ridiculous word.

Aslan had revealed to Luciano in the finals of the Family Tournament that he was the leader of the Irregulars.

Luciano had promised to take on the role of persuading the Emperor not to punish the Irregulars.

In other words, the Emperor already knew Aslan’s identity.

Someone who held such a weakness making a recommendation?

‘It must be a threat.’

“And if I refuse?”

When Aslan asked coldly, Luciano answered.

“You wouldn’t see a pleasant outcome.”

“If we engage in a life-or-death struggle during these chaotic times for the nation, His Majesty wouldn’t see a pleasant outcome either.”

“Please don’t do that. Those aren’t words befitting the Emperor’s son.”

“What do you mean?”

When Aslan furrowed his brow, Luciano smiled broadly.

“It seems Yustea gained remarkable abilities from her fight with the GM.”

Luciano glanced at the air.

[Update Complete!]

The Grantor has obtained GM qualifications.

The system can now be used.

Above that window, another window appeared.

[Quest Generated]

Support the Grantor’s collection of ‘Bitter Ties (0/3)’.

-Reward: Recovery of the Grantor’s ego.

“The bitter ties will help Yustea return to her original self.”

For young Yustea, there was only one bitter tie.

Andres.

But it was strange.

The Clan Leader’s reaction was different from what he had expected when he thought he would be happy to find a way for Yustea to return.

“You want me to send this small child to that den of monsters?”

Aslan muttered in a chilling voice.

The Elite were equally worried.

But there was no other way.

They couldn’t keep Yustea as a child forever.

Yuise approached Aslan and said.

“Let’s not refuse His Majesty the Emperor’s recommendation. There’s also a saying that children grow by overcoming hardships.”

Aslan muttered.

“If she doesn’t need to grow, then hardships aren’t necessary. Let’s go inside, Yusi.”

“….”

The Elite and Luciano were left speechless by the doting parent’s remarkable interpretation.

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