My Daddy Hides His Power - Chapter 101

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Father Hiding His Strength
Chapter 101
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Zadkiel held Lamisa’s hand, his expression taut with anxiety.
The High Priestess slept without a word.
Then.
“Father! Please, come quick! A miracle—a real miracle has happened!”
At the cry of a child who helped with the menial work, rushing in through tears, Zadkiel sprang to his feet.
He dashed out in a frenzy, his startled steps faltering more than once.
“Good heavens, what in the world is this!”
“Hey, you’re fine too?”
“I couldn’t even speak before, but look—I’m talking with you just fine! Ha ha ha ha!”
“A real miracle has occurred!”
“Our baby! Are you alright? Does it not hurt anymore?”
Zadkiel’s eyes widened.
The sick who had lain sleepless through the night in desperate hope—every one of them was now on their feet, brushing themselves off.
Those who could barely hold themselves upright were laughing and chattering with serene faces.
“Ah.”
A real miracle had occurred.
God had shown them a miracle.
“Oh, Mother.”
Zadkiel rushed in a flurry back to the High Priestess’s chamber.
The High Priestess, who had been asleep, was now sitting upright.
“Mother! Are you well?”
“Zeki….”
The High Priestess, as if disbelieving, felt at her neck and chest, breathing in and out twice over.
And then she wept.
“Yes, I feel it. The Lord has granted me a miracle….”
“Ah….”
Zadkiel stumbled forward into the High Priestess’s embrace and collapsed.
And then, like a small child, he wept bitterly.
‘It was real. It was truly real—God had promised her a miracle.’
Zadkiel remembered Lilis.
Her smiling face, clear and lovely as a baby angel.
‘Could she truly be an angel?’
Yes, perhaps she was God’s messenger, sent to care for this place.
That was what Zadkiel believed.
“Thank you, Princess. Thank you, O God….”
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‘Well, now the priest can sleep easy, at least.’
Even young Zadkiel must have suffered greatly from his worries.
‘And yet he kept his promise to me, steadfast the whole time.’
I had believed in him, but now I felt the gratitude anew.
A ray of light in this mad world….
‘Could he truly be an angel?’
I smiled, remembering that conversation with Zadkiel from two weeks ago.
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The fateful day.
“Y-you met God in a dream?”
“Yes!”
“That’s a Divine Revelation! Princess, that is—it is a Blessing from God that descends only upon the most Faithful and virtuous!”
Zadkiel smiled with overwhelming emotion.
“So God has been with us all along!”
Well, I probably misstepped there….
“The reason there have been no Revelations until now must be that the faithful lacked sufficient faith and failed to cultivate goodness deep within their hearts.”
Zadkiel gripped my hand tightly as he spoke.
“But the fact that you are virtuous and Faithful, and that God came to you with this Revelation, is beyond doubt. Thank you so much for being born. Truly, from the bottom of my heart.”
“Oh, well, I… you needn’t go that far….”
A genuinely kindhearted person who took the words of a seven-year-old at face value and was moved to tears.
The ache of lying to him was truly unbearable….
Ignoring the prick of my conscience, I glanced around and picked up a wooden branch from the ground.
“Priest! Then I’ll write down whatever I remember here!”
“Yes!”
I scuffed the dirt floor with my foot, then squeezed my eyes shut in concentration.
This was the moment to draw on the talents of my past life — a Seoul National University graduate!
My major had been history, with a minor in Korean literature.
‘Credible. Impressive. Convincing. Something no seven-year-old vocabulary could conjure — as if I’d truly received a Divine Revelation.’
Come forth, spirit of my minor in Korean literature!

The moment I finished reading the plausible false Divine Revelation I’d conjured on the spot.
Zadkiel went rigid.
“This… this can’t be real.”
“The god says he’ll heal all the sick people here, every single one!”
“Ah…”
Zadkiel, trembling with his hand over his mouth, finally collapsed and began sobbing like a child.
“P-Priest? Don’t cry…”
“Th-thank you. Thank you so much, Your Highness. Really, I’m so grateful…”
Zadkiel pulled me into an embrace and wept for a long while more.
I caught fragments between his sobs — something about his mother. The Advisor’s recovery seemed to be his greatest joy.
“Um, but… Priest. Would you… make one promise with me?”
“Sniff. What might that be?”
Zadkiel, barely having stopped crying, asked while wiping his nose.
I hesitated, choosing my words carefully.
“What I dreamed must be kept secret…”
“What? Why? To receive a Divine Revelation is a Blessing that comes but once in a lifetime. You must go to the Pavil Temple where the High Priest resides and tell him at once that you’ve received a Divine Revelation.”
Zadkiel seized my hand and smiled brightly, adding,
“Then everyone will love and revere you as one chosen by the god.”
“No! No, that won’t do! Please, let it be that you had this dream, Priest!”
“…What?”
Zadkiel, who had frozen in confusion, quickly shook his head with firm resolve.
“Absolutely not! Never! How could I, who haven’t even come close to the god, steal a Divine Revelation meant for you?!”
I’d known he would say that.
Unlike the greedy old High Priest grandfather.
Zadkiel, no matter how small a seven-year-old he was dealing with, was not the type to take a Divine Revelation offered in ignorance.
So I tilted my head and added,
“Huh? But the god said to do exactly that… He told me to tell Priest Zadkiel at the Seraph Temple to dream this…?”
I’d already sold out a god a hundred times before — what was one more?
The innocent Zadkiel’s mouth fell open when he heard this.
“Really? Is that truly the case?”
“Yes. He said what I dreamed must be kept absolutely secret. If it’s not, he won’t give the Blessing, and he said he’d punish me too.”
“Oh. But why?”
I grabbed Zadkiel’s arm and shook it, pushing harder.
“Priest. You’ll keep the secret very carefully, won’t you?”
………
He, who had believed my every word without doubt until now, finally looked suspicious.
In truth, he should have doubted much earlier.
If the god truly wanted to give a Divine Revelation, he could have simply appeared in Zadkiel’s own dream.
There’d be no reason to make him relay lies through an intermediary.
And yet.
‘Look at that Divine Revelation — it’s brilliant! There’s no way those words came from a little child’s mouth!’
Zadkiel’s gaze shifted to the Divine Revelation written in the dirt.
Realizing it was far beyond what a mere seven-year-old could produce, his eyes filled with a strange certainty.
‘Perfect!’
I seized the moment and pushed once more.
“Priest? It’s a secret…”
“Ah, yes! Of course! We can’t let you be punished, so I’ll certainly keep the secret. But I… I couldn’t possibly steal a Divine Revelation from the god…”
“It’s not stealing! The god specifically chose Priest Zadkiel and said to give him the dream!”
Zadkiel bit his lip and deliberated for a long moment.
Then, as if resolve had finally crystallized, he nodded with solemn determination.
“Yes, Your Highness. I shall do as you ask.”
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But what torment must have gnawed at him afterward.
The Divine Revelation wasn’t even his to guard, yet she’d asked him to keep it secret—how could he speak the truth? Armed templars came searching at every opportunity, threatening to take him away if they caught him lying….
Had he been too rash, trusting the word of a seven-year-old child? The doubt burned like fire inside him….
‘Thank you for keeping your promise, Priest.’
I offered a silent prayer and tried to close my eyes in peace, when I spotted Father still awake, tossing restlessly beside me.
“Father.”
“Mm?”
When he turned to look at me, I started in alarm. In just these few moments, his face had grown pallid again, half of it drained of color.
“Oh dear. If you don’t get any sleep, how will you manage tomorrow? We need to go see all those sick people getting well.”
“You’re right, I should rest. Did my tossing and turning bother you? I’m sorry. You should sleep too, little one.”
“No, it’s fine. And Father—don’t worry.”
I burrowed into his arms.
“The priest is a good man, so God really must have granted him this Miracle. So don’t fret—just sleep, and tomorrow we’ll go visit the priest again.”
“…….”
Father was quiet for a moment, then let out a soft laugh and pulled me close.
“Yes, let’s do that.”
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The next day.
The Emperor Nicholas could not wipe the smile from his face.
Soon, Enoch, the Inquisitor of Heresy, would arrive to make his report.
That self-righteous face, always spouting noble words, would be drained and pale.
A man of his nature could never stand by and watch Vermin go to the pyre in silence.
Perhaps he would even try to negotiate with Nicholas to spare them.
“Then I’d be the one who gains.”
Nicholas tilted his head back and laughed aloud.
Lives that mattered little either way—trading a few of them for a debt from Enoch was a transaction without loss.
He was a merchant who could never fail at such business.
Then.
“Y-Your Majesty! Your Majesty!”
With such urgency that Ramon, the Advisor, burst through the chamber doors without warning or announcement.
“What is this?”
Nicholas rose, his brow furrowing.
The pallor on Ramon’s face was ashen.
In that instant, Nicholas felt it instinctively: something had gone terribly wrong.
“What—”
Knock, knock.
Before Ramon could speak.
Someone knocked lightly on the chamber door, which stood wide open.
It was Enoch.
‘Why….’
This was not the expression Nicholas had imagined dozens of times over.
When that door opened, he’d been certain that self-satisfied face would be twisted in despair.
But Enoch entered with an easy smile and a small bow, speaking calmly.
“Your Majesty.”

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