How to Replace Your Dad - Chapter 69

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How to Replace Your Dad

 

Chapter 69

 

* * *

 

Abel walked through the air.

 

Not metaphorically, but literally walked.

 

A barrier spread through the air strong enough for him to step on, allowing him to walk like stepping stones.

 

I clung to him as we headed toward the angel.

 

There was no particular resistance from the angel.

 

‘Movement is usually restricted before a rampage.’

 

Just like when Abel tried to rampage after fighting Antonio last time.

 

Back then, Abel’s case was due to overwhelming emotions so it was somehow resolved, but this angel is different.

 

‘There wasn’t enough meal injection.’

 

But I couldn’t capture humans and torture them to prepare the angel’s meal.

 

There would be chaos due to issues with the Saint’s character.

 

Most importantly….

 

‘There’s a chance of cooking porridge only to feed it to dogs.’

 

The high priests might retrieve the docile angel.

 

I dangled from Abel and pointed at the angel.

 

“Could you drop me off at the top of that sphere?”

 

“….”

 

Abel glanced at me sideways.

 

But without saying much, he dropped me off at the top.

 

I climbed on top of the angel.

 

Abel stood in the air looking at me.

 

But soon he turned around.

 

It seemed like he was about to leave, so I quickly reached out my hand to him.

 

“I’d appreciate it if you could hold on.”

 

“…Why.”

 

“I need mana. Quite a lot of it.”

 

“….”

 

“Please….”

 

I smiled awkwardly.

 

Then he, who had been staring at me intently, smoothly extended his hand.

 

I grabbed his hand with one hand and placed my other hand on the angel’s surface.

 

‘Status window.’

 

Name: Yustea Esgaroth

 

Class: Saint

 

Traits: Purification, Healing, Status Window (Active)

 

MP: 43/53

 

.

 

.

 

Looking at my mana status just makes me sigh.

 

Though the maximum did increase a little, it was by an ant’s eye booger amount.

 

‘Activate purification.’

 

Traits: Purification (Active), Healing, Status Window (Active)

 

‘Rampages happen because mana becomes corrupted.’

 

And I’m someone who can purify corruption.

 

Though it would take tremendous power for someone like Abel or an angel.

 

Antonio shouted from the watchtower.

 

“Young Lady, what are you trying to do!”

 

Yuise also shouted fiercely.

 

“Don’t do anything dangerous and come down.”

 

But I didn’t answer and concentrated.

 

Abel looked down at me and said.

 

“That’s what they’re saying.”

 

“Yeah. But I can’t.”

 

“Why?”

 

“If I go down, everyone dies.”

 

“It doesn’t matter. You’re not the one dying.”

 

When caught up in a rampage, if I offset it with the Saint’s powerful healing ability, I alone might survive.

 

Didn’t I survive that way during the monstrous birds incident?

 

Abel said with an emotionless expression.

 

“There are many people. Even if those die, they can be replaced.”

 

“There are people who can’t be replaced.”

 

“…?”

 

“The Irregulars are like that to me.”

 

“….”

 

“I hope you meet someone like that too.”

 

With those words, I began the purification.

 

The insufficient mana I drew from Abel.

 

As the light gathered at my fingertips settled down, I immediately felt a strange sensation.

 

‘I can’t see the end.’

 

As if the angel itself might be corruption.

 

The angel trembled greatly with a shudder.

 

The angel’s wings swayed like a ship caught in a storm.

 

My stomach feels queasy.

 

As if the angel’s corruption would pour into me at any moment.

 

That was the moment.

 

“Here we go—!”

 

A booming voice came from the watchtower, then whoosh! Something fell to the side, cutting through the wind.

 

It was a chain scythe.

 

It lodged firmly into the angel’s body.

 

“Young Lady, be careful!”

 

It was an Irregular unit member.

 

When the Irregulars pulled the chain attached to the scythe, the angel moved toward the watchtower.

 

When the distance became sufficiently close, two people leaped up.

 

I opened my eyes wide and looked to both sides.

 

“I’m going to tell the Clan Leader about all this.”

 

Yuise.

 

“Young Lady is in trouble.”

 

Antonio.

 

The two looked at me.

 

Antonio said.

 

“Young Lady, do you know what the first thing the Clan Leader said when he taught me how to subjugate monsters?”

 

“Uh… that’s….”

 

“Drain their energy first. Hold on tight.”

 

Antonio raised his massive axe.

 

Looking closely, strange characters were connected all over the axe.

 

It was enhanced by Yuise’s sorcery.

 

Bang—!

 

Antonio drove his axe into it.

 

“Kaaaaaaak—!”

 

The angel’s mouth gaped wide as its body swayed backward.

 

Yuise and Antonio simultaneously supported my waist from both sides.

 

Yuise, who caught me to prevent me from falling, glared at Abel.

 

“Hold this child. If you drop him, he’ll die.”

 

“….”

 

Abel still had emotionless eyes.

 

However, he quickly pulled my hand.

 

Abel caught my body with both hands as it shot up into the air like a spring.

 

Yuise and Antonio jumped down from the falling angel.

 

Then they grabbed the window frame of the watchtower and dropped to the ground in one swift motion.

 

Thud!

 

The angel’s heavy body rolled on the ground.

 

Standing before it was the Clan Leader who had evacuated the people.

 

The Clan Leader swiftly threw his spear, changing the angle of his grip.

 

The angel’s mouth opened.

 

“I am… Cuaron… Knight Commander’s daughter… Kihik, hik, kihik…”

 

It seems to have consumed even Carmen’s dark emotions as food.

 

The Clan Leader’s eyebrows twitched.

 

“Absolutely not.”

 

Having said that, the Clan Leader threw his spear directly into the angel’s interior.

 

“Kaaaak!”

 

Once again the angel let out a scream.

 

I shook Abel’s collar.

 

“Hurry. Over there. Quickly!”

 

Abel descended above the angel while holding me.

 

I knelt down and attempted purification.

 

‘It’s working…!’

 

Much easier than before.

 

Crackle.

 

The angel’s body trembled violently.

 

But that was the end of it.

 

It no longer moved.

 

‘Subjugation complete.’

 

Just as I was thinking that.

 

An uncalled status window appeared before my eyes.

 

Quest Complete!

 

Trait Unlocked

 

[ Divine Oracle ]

 

…What is this now?

 

* * *

 

After the angel fell, things proceeded smoothly.

 

The disciples saw the Sect Leader throw the High Priest into the angel’s mouth.

 

Even disposing of the High Priest and helping me.

 

It was perfect evidence that left no room to doubt me.

 

And the scene after their absolute faith disappeared was…

 

“Ahh… ah…!”

 

“Lies. It’s all lies…”

 

“That can’t be…!”

 

Hmm. Complete chaos.

 

In contrast, the Irregulars were ecstatic.

 

“This many jewels!”

 

“Gold coins! Gold coins!”

 

“Magic tools! So many!”

 

They let out rapturous exclamations while loading the treasures that filled the chapel into carts.

 

They seemed almost speechless.

 

One of them was Ros.

 

“Ancient magic tools. Ancient. Wow.”

 

Roslin said while carrying money bags the size of grown men in each arm.

 

“Move quickly. The sun’s going to set.”

 

“This. Magic tools. Ancient!”

 

“They’re dismantling the barrier from outside, so move fast. Do you want the manor to steal everything!”

 

As I was watching them contentedly, two people ran toward me.

 

It was Grandmother, whom we rescued from the experimental lab, and Rene holding her hand.

 

“Since you saved us from the High Priest, we wanted to thank you… properly.”

 

Rene, who had been speaking hurriedly, hesitantly added her words.

 

I smiled brightly.

 

“I’m more grateful to you. For the horn flute.”

 

“I heard from the disciples. Originally you planned to proceed slowly, right? I hope it wasn’t because of me that you ignored that…”

 

That’s true.

 

Originally, the Irregulars’ appearance wasn’t planned.

 

I was going to make the disciples doubt the High Priest.

 

To bring down the High Priest that way.

 

‘But since we ended up dealing with the angel, changing the plan was the right choice.’

 

“Thanks to you, we saved time.”

 

“Thank you.”

 

“More importantly, do you have somewhere to go? If not, how about Cuaron?”

 

“Really?”

 

Rene brightened up immediately.

 

But soon she scratched her face and said.

 

“It’s too good for me. I plan to keep living here. With Grandmother.”

 

“Grandmother?”

 

“Grandmother lost her son and I lost my father, so we’ll rely on each other and live well. I’m also worried about the disciples… no, the residents here. Right, Grandmother?”

 

Carmen called Rene a hypocrite, but that absolutely wasn’t true.

 

Rene was truly a good child.

 

But Grandmother’s face was dark.

 

“Saint… are all of Yemyeongoe’s doctrines really false…?”

 

“Pardon?”

 

“My son, you see. He’s a good boy. He was good, so he joined the uprising. Because the lord was making the residents’ lives miserable. Then he was executed…”

 

“….”

 

“But I’m a bad person. Because I worked under that wicked lord. So I can’t go to the same place as my son, can I…?”

 

“….”

 

“Since the words about being saved by believing in the Saint are lies… I can’t go there, right…?”

 

Rene, who was watching the tearful grandmother, whispered to me carefully.

 

“She lost her mind after her son died. Originally she was incredibly smart. She worked as a maid and was recognized for her abilities, even becoming a vassal…”

 

“A vassal…?”

 

For a commoner to become a vassal was an incredible achievement.

 

She really was a remarkable person.

 

Rene sighed.

 

“Grandmother secretly worked to legally expel the wicked lord, but her son didn’t know. So even before dying, he said he resented Mother…”

 

I stared intently at Grandmother.

 

And with both hands, I grasped Grandmother’s wrinkled, small hands.

 

“You can go to the same place.”

 

“…!”

 

“Your son hopes Mother will be happy for a long, long time before coming.”

 

“Is, is that really true?”

 

“Of course. I’m the Saint, aren’t I? I know everything.”

 

Sometimes certain lies become more powerful salvation than anything else.

 

Grandmother and Rene returned with bright faces.

 

After waving goodbye to them, I turned my head.

 

But then.

 

At the first-floor window, the Clan Leader, Yuise, and Antonio were watching me.

 

Antonio said while resting his chin on his hand.

 

“Can I meet our father too? Since he’s the bastard who sold me, I’ll kill him with my own hands.”

 

Yuise also crossed her arms and said.

 

“Do I go to heaven? Hell would be bad for my skin.”

 

The Clan Leader hit both Yuise and Antonio with his fists.

 

“Go and prepare.”

 

Yuise and Antonio rubbed their heads with displeased expressions.

 

I tilted my head.

 

‘Why do they look annoyed?’

 

I approached the window and whispered to the Clan Leader.

 

“Did I do something wrong?”

 

“They seem displeased that you received mana from the Yeojeongoe Sect Leader.”

 

“Why is that?”

 

“…The fact that you don’t know that is probably one of the reasons they’re displeased.”

 

“…?”

 

“Anyway, we’ve handled it as you instructed. It will be known that we’re not actually Irregulars, and that we pretended to be Irregulars because we couldn’t enter other manors without agreement.”

 

“Yes.”

 

We also left some money behind.

 

Not all the money came from the current disciples.

 

The amounts from dead disciples and departed disciples were much larger.

 

So we wrapped up the High Priest and Angel’s remains tightly and returned.

 

In the carriage on the way back, I thought.

 

‘I wanted to thank Abel too.’

 

For giving me mana and helping with various things.

 

I was going to make tiramisu for him again.

 

At that time, I didn’t know.

 

That I would meet Abel again.

 

…And right upon arrival at that.

 

* * *

 

The Elite and I entered the interrogation room to report our mission to Father.

 

There I saw an unexpected face.

 

Father was looking at Abel sitting across from him with a terrifying expression.

 

“What’s that thing.”

 

“How did that thing get here…!”

 

Yuise and Antonio immediately grabbed their weapons.

 

Then, Father spoke.

 

“Yustea.”

 

“Yes?”

 

“Is it true?”

 

“What is?”

 

Father glared at Abel with a face that looked ready to tear him apart alive and said.

 

“That you secretly snuck in while this one was sleeping.”

 

That was true.

 

I had intruded into the laboratory where Abel was sleeping.

 

“Embraced his waist.”

 

I did that to ask the Angel to move us.

 

“And asked him to hold your hand.”

 

I had to receive mana, so I did that.

 

“That… is correct, but…”

 

“It’s correct?”

 

Abel said while leaning his head against the sofa.

 

“That’s what she said.”

 

Father stared into space with an expressionless face.

 

…Somehow the conversation was going in circles.

 

* * *

 

Esgaroth Mansion.

 

“Haha!”

 

A cheerful laugh burst out.

 

The Marquis slapped his knee in delight.

 

“She really wiped out the cult?”

 

Marquis Sintus smiled.

 

“That’s right. The manor that was the cult’s stronghold sent their gratitude. They’re asking us to send High Priests. They plan to execute them publicly in front of the estate residents.”

 

“They’re trying to restore their dignity after failing to handle the cult themselves.”

 

“Shall we send them?”

 

“How can we give it away easily? It’s an opportunity Yustea worked hard to bring us.”

 

“Then?”

 

“Demand everything from the area the cult used as their base to the coastline.”

 

“They’ll grab us by the scruff saying we’re swindlers.”

 

“If I had such a granddaughter, wouldn’t I just need to go seize some other manor?”

 

“Where would such a granddaughter easily come from?”

 

The Marquis chuckled.

 

Yeojeongoe was a major headache for those based in the North.

 

Not only their number of disciples, but their magical power was also outstanding.

 

Having Yeojeongoe in the North was like holding a bomb that could cause unknown trouble.

 

“How proud I must be that she handled such a thing so swiftly.”

 

As soon as word spread that Yeojeongoe was dealt with, all sorts of northern nobles contacted them.

 

“I’m greatly anticipating what Young Lady will request.”

 

“Yes. What interesting words will she bring this time?”

 

He was chuckling when.

 

A pigeon that entered through the window landed on the perch.

 

It was a messenger pigeon used when intelligence reports came in.

 

Marquis Sintus hurriedly untied the note attached to the pigeon’s leg.

 

His face hardened after checking the contents.

 

“Marquis.”

 

“What’s the matter?”

 

“Andres’s carriage is heading toward Esgaroth.”

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