I Was Just Having Fun With The Time Limit - Chapter 212

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My Biological Father had one bad habit.
Whenever he found himself in an embarrassing or awkward situation—like someone who never learned how to handle such emotions—he would inevitably take out his frustration on someone.
In the past, he’d done this to Viscount Biatonn, but these days, it was Kim Beolggwol who bore the brunt.
“Kim Beolggwol. Get out for a moment.”
[Dislike.]
Of course, Kim Beolggwol was no pushover either.
When in Arun’s form, he was relatively docile, but now he was Kim Beolggwol, not Arun.
Resistance and defiance were the very essence of Kim Beolggwol’s identity.
Kim Beolggwol snorted defiantly.
[Monopoly. Forbidden.]
[Will not tolerate.]
[Isabel is mine ♡]
“Quiet.”
My Biological Father approached Kim Beolggwol, who responded with a sharp hiss and bared teeth.
[Hmph, Kim Beolggwol. Not happening.]
Then my Biological Father wound up and kicked Kim Beolggwol with all his might.
Boom!
With a sound like a cannon firing, Kim Beolggwol soared into the sky.
He burst through the window and flew high into the heavens, becoming a star.
For the record, I wasn’t surprised.
This was some sort of tacit agreement between those two men? An unspoken rule? Something like that.
Whenever one of them wanted to discuss something important, they’d clear the room without awkwardness—something like that?
I didn’t know the full story between the two men, but in any case, they regularly made space for each other this way.
[☆]
Even going so far as to cast a “magic to become a star” up there in the sky. (Using magic while in the form of a honey badger was far more difficult than when in human form.)
Wouldn’t it be simpler to just step aside? Is this the world of men? Or the world of fathers-in-law and sons-in-law?
Watching them, it was hard to tell if they got along or not.
Mother smiled brightly.
“You should maintain more formality when you’re in Arun’s form.”
“….”
“You should respond, you know?”
“Understood.”
Ah, by the way, my Biological Father had started using formal speech with Mother a few years ago.
It was quite unconventional in this world’s standards, but it didn’t look bad to me.
Mother leaped over with movements light as a feather and sat on the sofa.
“Isabel. Can you show me again?”
“Of course!”
My mother and I became of one heart and one mind.
Watching my Biological Father’s face turn bright red was quite a rare experience.
“Faaaaaather.”
I stretched both my arms out toward my Biological Father, just as I had when I was young.
Come quickly, please.
Come quickly, hurry.
“….”
My Biological Father still seemed flustered.
Of course, he was moving toward me, albeit very slowly and subtly.
“At that pace, it’ll take about a year to get here.”
The person who could make my Biological Father move fastest was, unsurprisingly, my Mother.
My Mother tapped the spot next to the sofa with her palm.
“Come on.”
My Biological Father’s movements quickened.
My Biological Father. Me. My Mother.
I was surrounded by the reassuring city walls of my Mother and Biological Father.
It felt as though I had returned to being a young child.
Even though my feet touched the ground, somehow it felt as if they didn’t.
It felt as though I could remain a child forever between my Mother and Biological Father.
No matter how old I grew, no matter how much I matured, as long as I was here, sitting between my Mother and Biological Father, I could turn back the hands of time.
A wave of happiness bloomed within me.
It was absolutely not because of the ice cream in my hand.

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In the video.
Surprisingly, what the Iron-Blooded Emperor held in his left hand was a single flower.
“Mother, what flower is that?”
“That flower is….”
My Mother smiled softly.
“Would you like to tell her?”
“Lissianthus.”
It was a flower that had once been common but was now difficult to find.
It bloomed only on some coastal cliff somewhere, and with sudden gales striking without warning, even approaching it was difficult unless one was a skilled martial artist.
In other words, it meant that only someone of my Biological Father’s caliber could pluck it without great difficulty.
The flower’s language meant unchanging love.
“Wow. My Biological Father is so romantic.”
Now that I had become an adult, I could understand my Biological Father’s position far better than before.
Interpreting the scene in the video, it went like this.
Situation 0.
My Biological Father had never experienced being loved as a child. He was someone who didn’t even know such a thing existed. He had never expected it, and he had never even thought about giving love.
Situation 1.
My Biological Father lingered outside the door while my Mother gave birth to me. (It was customary for the Husband to wait outside during childbirth.) In his left hand, he held a flower he had plucked himself.
Situation 2.
Mother endured the pangs of labor. Outside, Father suffered equally with his worry.
Situation 3.
I heard the cry of the baby (myself), and Father burst the door open at that very moment!
Situation 4.
Mother was grieving with a look of shock on her face. In that moment, Father’s expression—his eyes held only Mother. Well, I suppose I could say I was a bit envious? In any case, it was clear he loved Mother dearly.
Situation 5.
From the onset of labor through the birth itself. Mother suffered terribly. And the cause of that suffering was me.
In Father’s mind, ‘me = a worthless bastard’—or to put it more bluntly, ‘a wretched creature’?
Situation 6.
Father was furious. And he was not a man accustomed to restraining his anger.
Back then, in those more hot-blooded days, if something displeased him, he destroyed it. It suited the Vilotian Emperor far better as well.
Situation 7.
The words he managed to utter after barely containing his rage were, “Something worthless has been born.”
Situation 8.
And this is the real climax.
Father hurriedly turned his body and rushed out.
Without even handing over the flowers he’d brought so carefully.
Father was crying. He was deeply shaken by the sight of Mother’s suffering. He rushed out to hide that fact.
“Father. You were crying, weren’t you?”
Father’s body flinched.
He looked as though he wanted to flee this place immediately, but I had to have my revenge.
“Wasn’t it?”
“Must you go this far?”
“Yes. That day, you called me worthless to my face—”
“Enough.”
Father let out a deep sigh—whoooosh.
And he confessed.
“I cried.”
“Are you satisfied now?”
“Hehe.”
That was the whole story of the incident.
Mother’s eyes widened in surprise, her thin white hand covering her mouth.
“You… you cried?”
“…”
Father looked as though he could endure no longer.
He wanted to flee immediately.
His face, his earlobes, even the nape of his neck had turned red.
“Ta-da.”
I snapped my fingers.
Regardless of how things turned out, that day was when Father made a grave mistake.
I suppose I can tease him a bit.
My language magic wasn’t limited to just Kim Beolggwol.
“Let me convey Father’s true feelings for you.”
[You were drenched in sweat. On the verge of collapse. Yet despite accomplishing something so magnificent, you were grieving. How could I not weep? That day, my entire world crumbled.]
Father covered his eyes with his right hand.
“Isabel. I’m sorry. Truly, even with ten mouths I couldn’t find the words for that day. So please, stop tormenting me now.”
For the record, Father could have deflected my magic if he’d wanted to.
He was the greatest swordmaster who’d faced countless mages. He was simply letting me have this.
Much time passed after that, and Father told me something.
That he was actually grateful. That given how he’d grown up, given his nature and temperament, he couldn’t express himself well—and I’d given him the ability to do so. He was grateful for that.

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I glanced around nervously, wondering if I’d teased Father too much.
“Mother, Father. Would you like to take a trip down memory lane with me?”
I’d seen it sometimes in dramas.
Children looking through photo albums with their parents, chatting cozily together.
I wanted to try something like that too.
Mother raised her hand.
“Mother has a past she’d like to see. Can you show it to me?”
“Of course! All you need to do is open the door in your heart and not reject me.”
It was very easy.
Mother opened herself to me without the slightest hesitation, and my magic worked effortlessly.
Mother spoke.
“Mother had a first love too, you know.”
“Wow. A first love?”
Oh, a first love story. I’m already thrilled. I’m so excited right now.
Father’s expression twisted slightly.
He didn’t seem to want to know about this.
“I want to see the moment of our first meeting.”
The vision unfolded.
It was a ballroom.
It looked rather dated now, but it was extraordinarily splendid.
Many people were dancing to the music.
And there was one young lady who stood out unmistakably—our Mother.
“Wow. Mother, how old were you then?”
“Ten years old.”
“You were already so beautiful at ten. You were really adorable.”
And she resembled me.
Of course, in my opinion, Mother was far more beautiful.
“You’re far more beautiful and adorable than I was.”
But then someone collided with Mother with a thud.
With the crowd so dense, it was the sort of thing that could happen to anyone, but Mother fell hard on her backside.
—What’s this?
A young man was looking down at Mother.
His eyes held hostility.
—What are you trying to pull?
The young man’s hair was black.
Upon confirming the face of his first love, my Biological Father’s expression brightened.
It was him.
The young Mother in the video stood up assertively and spoke.
—Apologize first.
I paused the video for a moment.
“Father. Did you apologize back then? You didn’t, did you?”

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