How to Replace Your Dad - Chapter 159

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How to Replace Father

Chapter 159

You have collected your first malicious fate.

Age advancement is possible.

Confirming user for advancement.

Name:_________

The system had explanations written as always.

However…

“…?”

…Young Yustea didn’t know Korean.

The system was configured based on Yustea’s past life memories.

Therefore the language was Korean.

There was no way Young Yustea, who had no past life memories, could read Korean.

Yustea tilted her head.

And after staring at it for a long time without understanding…

She looked away.

She had decided to ignore it.

Reconfiguring system to match user’s environment.

Then with a blue light, the system’s language changed to Imperial.

You have collected your first malicious fate.

Age advancement is possible.

Confirming user for advancement.

Name:_________

Yustea stared intently at the window once more.

But she lost interest again.

The system’s words were too difficult for Young Yustea to understand.

Reconfiguring system to match user’s comprehension level.

Copying adjacent entity’s persuasion patterns.

[Copy target: Andrew Namia (Baron of the Empire)]

Reconfiguring…

Reconfiguration complete.

Our little Young Lady, congratulations^^ To think you could solve such a difficult problem, I have a good eye~hehe

Little Young Lady can become smarter. Should big brother help you? Actually, big brother isn’t really in a position to easily teach such things~^^ Little Young Lady is lucky hehe

Want to tell me your name first~?hehe

The interface even flashed brilliantly.

However, Yustea stepped back with a swoosh.

Mother had said not to tell your name to strange people.

Yustea, being a good child who listened well to adults, turned her head away sharply.

During this time, Count Andres approached.

“Let’s go eat.”

Yustea startled.

“I have to go home… Daddy is sick…”

“He’s all better now, so don’t worry.”

Yustea hesitated.

Actually, she was very hungry.

Yustea nodded her head hesitantly.

“Yes.”

When Baron Yopis put her down, Yustea approached the Count.

Seeing this, Marquis Rochette chuckled and said.

“Then we shall return to the estate. We can’t disturb the happy time between father and daughter. Also… we have things to deal with.”

Then he glanced at Baron Namia, whose skin was grotesquely burned and who was groaning intermittently.

Count Andres nodded.

Taking the note with the restaurant address, the Count headed into the marketplace with Yustea.

A window blinked before Yustea’s eyes.

Little Young Lady, big brother is talking about something very important right now~?^^ You need to focus hehe

Little Young Lady?

Little Young Lady!

Yustea ignored it.

* * *

Esgaroth Estate.

The Irregulars’ elite glanced anxiously at the clock.

Antonio said with an agitated expression.

“It’s already past 5 o’clock, why aren’t they bringing Young Lady back? Young Lady is a good child. She sleeps at 9. So we need to feed her dinner now and get her ready for bed! …But…”

Antonio’s expression became dejected.

Young Lady really was a good child.

When watching her eat, she would look back and forth between the food and Antonio’s face, then push meat toward him.

“Are you coveting a child’s food now, Squad Leader!”

“Go to the temple. There must be a demon in your stomach.”

“You drool like that, so the child thinks you’re a beggar and gives charity.”

His colleagues had rolled their eyes and criticized him.

So one day, she came running to Antonio as he walked down the corridor,

“Go there. Go there.”

And dragged him to a corner.

Then she secretly stuffed meat she had brought in her bib into Antonio’s mouth and whispered.

“Eat quickly. Chew chew and eat.”

While frantically keeping watch.

Yuise, who had been standing with her arms crossed, sighed.

“I didn’t really think they’d send her back today. They’ll make some excuse to keep Young Lady with them.”

“What if those guys do something to Young Lady? They might try to beat her into submission!”

“They can’t easily lay hands on the Saint’s body.”

She spoke firmly, but her mouth tasted bitter.

It wasn’t completely impossible.

‘Even knowing this, there’s no way.’

Yuise let out a pained groan.

Seeing Antonio and Yuise like this, Cesar clicked his tongue.

“If you’re so worried, why don’t you just do as I suggested? Not returning Yustea and raising her as she is.”

The child’s memories were full of painful things.

Being pushed aside by her fiancé who considered her inferior to his half-sister.

Being abandoned by her family.

Having to work while being beaten on the streets.

Her pride as a noble was completely crushed, and she couldn’t maintain even minimum dignity.

She had to endure countless difficult hardships.

“She could grow up without past pain. Her attachment to the Clan Leader would form more properly too. Well, I don’t particularly like it, but isn’t that what you guys want?”

“I told you. That would be ignoring the existing Yustea’s ego.”

“I told you too. You didn’t even ask the existing Yustea’s ego directly, so why think about it so fussily.”

“I said not everything that comes out of your mouth is words, Cesar.”

“I told you too that not everything is bullshit just because it differs from your opinion, Yuise.”

“….”

“….”

Bang—!

Bang—!

Both of them shot up from their seats at the same time.

Text strings extended from Yuise’s fingertips, while threads of mana stretched from Cesar’s.

“Stop. Everyone’s too on edge.”

It was Miliano’s voice.

He quietly added.

“Understanding the situation comes first. Right now, our worries are just imagination.”

Only then did Yuise and Cesar quiet down.

Miliano looked at the man sitting at the head of the table.

“What do you think… Prince Luciano?”

“Didn’t I tell you? Don’t worry too much about Yustea. That child is a player by nature.”

Luciano, who had been staring into space, raised the corners of his mouth.

The Grantor has successfully collected Ill Fate (1/3).

Ill Fate Collected: Rohan Andres (Marquis of the Empire)

Reward: Age Enhancement

“Success.”

“…!”

“…!!”

The Elite’s expressions brightened.

Luciano, who had been chuckling, soon gazed intently at the window.

“She succeeded in collecting one ill fate. It seems age enhancement is possible as a reward.”

“Really? She won’t be tiny as a millet grain anymore! They say the Young Lady has been incredibly smart since she was little, so now there’s nothing to worry—!”

Antonio asked with an excited face.

“It doesn’t seem like she enhanced it.”

“Pardon?”

“What do you mean by that?”

“She didn’t use the age enhancement?!”

That’s right.

The system window showed this:

Age Enhancement (Unused)

…Why didn’t she use it?

* * *

Oppa’s starting to feel a bit hurt, huh? Since oppa cares about our little miss, I’ll say just one more thing~ Don’t take it too sensitively~^^ It’s all advice that’ll be good for our little one ㅋ

I’m saying all this for our little lady’s own good, but if you ignore me, even though big brother is good-natured, it’ll be hard to bear~^^;

Should this big brother make our little lady smarter or not?^^

Yustea completely ignored it.

She didn’t have time to care anyway.

Food had just arrived at the restaurant she came to with Marquis Andres.

The Marquis placed a napkin on his lap and said.

“Eat.”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“…Why are you looking at me like that?”

Even when told to eat, Yustea just blinked and stared at the Marquis.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to eat.

Her stomach, which had been sending signals since before entering the restaurant, was now openly crying out.

“What are you trying to do?”

Yustea flinched at the Marquis’s question.

The child hesitantly picked up a spoon.

Only then did the Marquis realize why Yustea had been hesitating without eating.

That spoon was too big for a small child to hold.

Come to think of it, there were no tables with children in this restaurant.

‘Of course.’

Nobles only brought their children out after etiquette was ingrained in them.

So there was no way children would come to restaurants like this that targeted nobles. Especially not children as young as this.

Naturally, the utensils wouldn’t be prepared for a child that small either.

Most importantly, noble children of that age were usually fed by servants rather than eating alone and making a mess everywhere.

‘Eating alone… would be too much.’

The large, heavy silver utensils trembled in Yustea’s hands.

She seemed to have trouble scooping soup without spilling, failing several times and looking sad.

“Move my daughter’s chair over here.”

When Marquis Andres pointed to the side, the servant standing guard by the wall quickly moved.

Then the Marquis said.

“Come here.”

“…!”

Yustea’s face brightened instantly.

The child hurriedly ran over and squirmed up onto the chair, then the Marquis scooped some soup and offered it.

“Here.”

“…”

But something was strange.

Yustea didn’t open her mouth and just blinked.

“Why?”

“Napkin.”

“…”

The Marquis tied a napkin around her neck.

She couldn’t even eat by herself.

Now that he thought about it, the Marchioness seemed to have started Yustea’s table education too early.

“Broccoli yucky…”

“…”

He didn’t think he’d taught her to be picky, so who taught her that?

“Broccoli is good for you.”

“Where…?”

“Your head.”

“Does Grandfather hate broccoli too?”

“What?”

“Grandfather has no hair. Because he hated broccoli?”

“…”

Yustea pointed to the top of her head with a fearful expression.

The Marquis was silent for a moment.

‘Was this child always this talkative?’

He kept finding himself at a loss for words.

But it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling.

Marquis Andres chuckled and said.

“That’s right. Do you want to go bald like your grandfather too?”

Broccoli wasn’t particularly related to hair loss, but the good child believed her father’s words.

Yustea quickly ate the broccoli.

She immediately made a disgusted face because she didn’t like the taste.

The Marquis chuckled and poked his daughter’s puffed-out cheek.

He really didn’t feel bad at all.

It was regrettable that this child had no such memories from when she was truly young.

The dinner felt short.

Just as they were finishing their meal, the Andres knight who had been guarding the carriage came running urgently.

Seeing his pale face, it seemed something serious had happened.

“What’s the matter?”

“Unknown individuals destroyed the Central Communications Facility of the archipelago and then hid in the marketplace. By imperial decree, the marketplace has been closed and they’re searching for the culprits.”

“Who are the suspected criminals?”

“The Old Empire Reconstruction Society is the prime suspect, but we haven’t found evidence yet. What should we do?”

Count Andres’s eyes gleamed sharply.

A situation where the relationship between the Old Empire Reconstruction Society and Andres was under suspicion due to the family tournament.

Just when he was at the marketplace, agents of the Old Empire Reconstruction Society had hidden in the marketplace.

‘They’re targeting me.’

The knight asked in a lowered voice.

“Could this be Esgaroth’s doing?”

The Marquis glanced to the side.

Yustea, captivated by the iced tea served as an after-dinner drink, was slurping through her straw.

“They wouldn’t create unnecessary trouble by pulling such a stunt while this child is in my hands.”

It wasn’t the Emperor or the Imperial Palace either.

Openly revealing that the communications facility had been destroyed would be a matter of authority hitting rock bottom.

The Emperor had no reason to target him while suffering such losses.

“…It’s highly likely it really is the Old Empire Reconstruction Society’s doing.”

“What? Why…!”

“If they show themselves making contact with me at this opportunity, we’ll be completely abandoned by the Empire.”

The only place for Andres to go once abandoned by the Empire would be the Old Empire Reconstruction Society.

If that happened, the Old Empire Reconstruction Society would easily get their hands on one pillar of the Empire.

The timing was perfect too.

The Saint was by his side right now.

‘They want to take both Andres and the Saint at once?’

“We need to move quickly. We must return to the manor before the Reconstruction Society tries to make contact with me.”

“Yes.”

The knight was about to pick up Yustea.

“Kyaaah!”

“Wh-what are you doing! Do you know who we are…!”

Screams came from the restaurant entrance.

The knight hurriedly turned his head.

Figures wearing white hoods were pouring into the restaurant.

People who saw the emblem on their backs gasped.

An emblem that looked like dragon claws, or perhaps the sun.

“Th-the Old Empire’s emblem…”

“It’s the Old Empire Reconstruction Society—!”

“Kyaaaah!”

The restaurant instantly became chaos.

Among the white-robed Reconstruction Society soldiers, a bent-backed old man appeared.

“Don’t be too frightened. We don’t enjoy slaughter.”

The old man’s gaze fixed on one spot.

On Count Andres, who was still holding his position.

The old man’s wrinkled lips curved upward in a smirk.

“I feel regretful that I’m only now able to greet you after putting young ones in the front. I am Narvan.”

Narvan…!

The faces of several seasoned nobles in the restaurant hardened.

Count Andres let out a bitter laugh.

“What an impressive figure has appeared.”

Narvan was the name of a prestigious family that had produced prime ministers consecutively during the Old Empire period.

Narvan chuckled and said.

“My comrades call me ‘Strategist.’ Please feel free to use either title.”

The Marquis smiled coldly.

“Seeing as you weren’t at the Old Empire Reconstruction Society’s base that the Imperial Army destroyed, it seems you’re not as valued as your words suggest.”

“Ah, that place was for cultivating the young ones. The real leadership has been waiting in the shadows for the right time.”

“If even the leadership has appeared directly, you must be quite cornered.”

“We’re simply showing appropriate sincerity to welcome an honored guest. Please come. We shall escort you.”

The Marquis glanced at the entrance.

Roughly thirty Old Empire Reconstruction Society soldiers guarding the entrance.

Moreover, the staff that Strategist Narvan of the Reconstruction Society held was concerning.

A chill could be felt even from here.

It was surely an incredible item.

‘Even if I succeed in neutralizing the soldiers, I could be caught if the Strategist joins in.’

He needed to steal that item first to increase the chances of a successful escape.

Just as he was quickly assessing the situation.

“Why granpa no have hair…?”

Yustea looked at Strategist Narvan with sad eyes.

“Pardon?”

“Hair all gone.”

“Wh-what…!”

“Hair very gone.”

Pfft!

Someone burst into laughter.

Narvan’s face flushed red.

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