My Daddy Hides His Power - Chapter 110

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Father hides his strength
Chapter 110
“…….”
Oscar didn’t spare Father a glance, instead fixing his gaze on me before finally speaking.
“You’re fine.”
Then he turned to leave.
“I’m going.”
“Wait, wait! Just a moment, Master!”
I scrambled to my feet and grabbed the hem of Oscar’s robe.
“Could it be….”
“What.”
“No, I mean — yes! You came because you were worried I might be dead, right?”
“…….”
Oscar didn’t answer, but I was certain!
What other reason could there possibly be for him to burst into our house at this hour and need to see my face?
“See? See?”
Father approached us.
“You came to check on our princess? Did she go to Jürgen today? Worried she might’ve gotten hurt?”
“…….”
“That too.”
Father laughed in disbelief and pointed at the clock on the wall beside us.
“At eleven at night? When everyone should be sleeping? Really? You’re serious about this?”
“Listen here.”
Oscar glared at Father, who was clearly about to tease him further.
But Father didn’t give him a chance to speak, pressing on instead.
“I mean, if you’re that worried about the girl, why don’t you just move out of the Magic Tower? Would you die if you left for something other than your research? Hm?”
“…….”
Oscar’s eyebrow twitched.
“Why should I go that far? What’s she talking about!”
“What do you mean, what! You’re a hermit recluse Tower Master who the rumors can’t stop gossiping about, and here’s this precious princess actually getting you out of that tower!”
“Ugh, for heaven’s sake.”
Oscar irritably scratched his head and spoke.
“Stop joking around and watch the child carefully. Unlike his Grace who couldn’t solve a simple equation at seven, his Grace’s daughter is a genius.”
“Sure, sure. My daughter’s a genius, that much is true.”
“A genius who dies young is a national loss, isn’t it? And do you know how much effort I put into teaching her? If she leaves this world at such an age, what then?”
“My.”
Father clapped his hands together — clap, clap, clap.
Then he spoke.
“You could’ve just said you were worried and came rushing over at eleven at night with your eyebrows all furrowed. The same words shouldn’t sound so — petty.”
“What?”
“Ahahahaha!”
Father laughed heartily and affectionately straightened Oscar’s disheveled robes.
“What, stop that!”
Oscar coolly brushed Father’s hand away, but Father, pleased that Oscar had been worried about me, smiled mischievously.
I too was delighted, and rushed to grab Oscar’s leg, nuzzling against it happily.
“Yay! Master, thank you for worrying about me!”
“…….”
Unlike when dealing with Father, Oscar’s expression softened as he looked at me.
He chuckled and ruffled my hair firmly before turning to go.
“Fine. I’m leaving.”
“Wait, you’re going already?”
“Yes, you’re right. Since you’re here anyway, we have plenty of rooms — stay the night. And we’ll eat breakfast together tomorrow.”
Father extended the invitation, but Oscar waved him off and departed.
With his lips pouted in disappointment, Father silently mouthed to Rem, who stood there bewildered, “See him out.”
“Master, safe travels!”
“Right.”
After the commotion died down.
Father carried me back to bed with a smile.
“Even thinking about it now, it’s unbelievable. Really. At this hour.”
“Father, Father!”
“Yes, princess.”
“You know, Master is such a good person.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes! Master told me last time that he’d grant whatever I asked for, no matter what!”
“Really?”
“Uh-huh! Anything at all! It’s like having one Wish Token!”
I decided to seize this moment to tell Father something.
I told Master to ask him about joining the revolution.
“So I told Master that he should give that Wish Token to you, Father!”
“Hmm?”
“Which means if you ever need Master’s help, just go talk to him! Then he’ll do anything for you, won’t he?”
“…….”
Father blinked several times, then let out a soft laugh.
“I see.”
“Hehe! If you need anything, go talk to Master anytime, okay? Got it?”
“Yes, I will.”
Father smiled and pressed a kiss to my cheek.
“Thank you, my princess.”
“Mm-hmm!”
Wow. So much had happened in a single day, but….
Fortunately, I felt I could set aside at least some of my worries and sleep.
* * *
“Mmm….”
Dawn had barely broken, before the sun could greet the sky.
I woke, sensing something hollow beside me, only to find Father gone.
‘Where could he have gone? Oh.’
The room filled with quiet dawn light.
Father stood before the mirror, dressed in a black uniform.
I rose quietly, rubbing my eyes, and watched his silhouette. I could see his face reflected in the glass.
‘Ah.’
A contorted expression. Tears he was struggling to hold back.
In the twisted lines of his face, holding in his emotion, waves of what he was feeling now crashed over me as well.
Now, on the eve of the memorial service.
Father was surely thinking of his fallen comrades.
‘What can I do….’
I remembered how Father had anguished over the life he’d lived on the Battlefield before we returned to Jedo.
“The Battlefield is… such a terrible place.”
“A friend I greeted yesterday is dead today… and returns to me. When I bury that friend in the earth, I think to myself.”
“Who will die tomorrow? How much longer can I keep surviving….”
Even in my past life, I had never personally witnessed the horrors of warfare.
So perhaps I had been far too naive in my thinking.
To save so many who should have perished. And to finally bring peace to this nation.
I had placed a sword in the protagonist’s—Father’s—hands once more.
I had comforted myself, believing it was a choice made for the greater good.
‘I’m truly an unfilial daughter.’
Watching Father in such torment, sorrow seized me.
“Your father is afraid.”
“I don’t want you to live the way I have.”
And now, at last, I could fully understand his heart.
War is truly, truly terrible.
Even a war against monsters, a war with just cause, brings with it such tremendous sacrifice and suffering….
‘How much worse must an invasion be, when innocent lives must be taken….’
Tears suddenly spilled from my eyes as I gazed at Father’s back, and I let out a soft sob.
“Princess?”
Hearing my cry, Father rushed over with alarm in his eyes.
“What’s this? My princess, what’s wrong? Did you have a nightmare?”
“N-no… I just felt sad thinking about Father’s friends….”
“…….”
“Father, I’m sorry….”
Father stared at me blankly, then sank to his knees.
“I shouldn’t have, I shouldn’t have asked you to come back to Jedo, and now… now Dad’s like this….”
“My dear.”
Dad smiled weakly and pulled me into his arms.
“No. I have no regrets. As long as my princess, and all your friends—Cheshire, the twins, your aunt, grandfather, uncles—as long as you’re all happy together and content, that’s enough for me.”
“…….”
“And for my princess to keep living happily and strongly from now on, I need to be here running the business. I’m glad we came back. Truly glad. Really.”
Dad wiped the tears from my eyes and smiled.
“Anywhere I go with you would be fine. So don’t apologize.”
“…….”
“Come on, stop crying now. You have to answer me.”
“…y-yes. I understand.”
Even with his comfort, I couldn’t hold back my tears.
I cried for a long time, and he soothed me for just as long.
Patter, pitter-patter, patter.
Outside, the sound of rain began to fall, drop by drop.
Even the sky seemed to grieve.
* * *
The Imperial Household, the Hall of Remembrance.
Countless coffins lay in rows.
The survivors, all dressed in black that had drained of color, stood in silent mourning for the dead, swallowing their sorrow.
“Ugh….”
Enoch watched the weeping Emperor Nicholas from behind, silent.
He grieved more than anyone else.
Laying flowers before hundreds of coffins, tears streaming down his face.
Contemptible, false tears….
“Hey. Hey.”
Axion, standing beside him, flinched and whispered quietly.
I turned to see alarm on his face.
“What’s with this bloodlust?”
“…….”
Only then did Enoch realize he hadn’t suppressed his rage.
He opened his palm to find his skin torn where his nails had bitten into the flesh—his fists clenched so tight with fury that his own nails had drawn blood.
“…Axion.”
“What.”
Enoch called to him, then turned back to watch the Emperor’s back in silence.
Evil, and endlessly strong.
He had orchestrated this entire affair with meticulous care using the Divine Beings.
He’d summoned Divine Beings into the heart of Jedo itself, personally intercepting danger while emptying the garrison—and in doing so, quelled the people’s unrest before it could spread—.
To the Commander Enoch who had abandoned the Battlefield, he’d even praised him for rescuing the child soldiers and the Octavas.
The Emperor had lost nothing in this affair.
On the contrary, he’d driven his point home to Enoch alone.
That he could squeeze and shake his daughter whenever he wished.
“I’m going to kill him.”
Enoch murmured the words.
Axion went rigid at those words.
Then he quietly wrapped his hand around his own throat and spoke.
“…at least know the reason before you die.”
“…….”
Enoch’s brow furrowed.
“Not you.”
He jerked his chin toward somewhere.
The Emperor’s receding figure as he left the Hall of Remembrance.
“Oh.”
Axion, who had been watching that spot, swallowed hard and spoke.
“…my commander’s actually lost it this time.”
“Success means living. Failure means death.”
“…….”
His voice was grave.
Only then grasping the severity, Axion ran his dry tongue over his lips and whispered.
“Understood. Keep leaving out subjects and objects, will you.”
“If you don’t join, you live. Whether we succeed or fail.”
“…….”
“I’m not forcing anyone. A person only gets one life.”
“Yes. I understand what you’re saying. But you’re being too rash. Think it through a little more….”
“No.”
Enoch’s eyes gleamed with terrible clarity.
“I have to kill him. No matter what.”
He had no room for doubt, no room for choice.
The Emperor is Primera.
His daughter, Lilis, is also Primera.
Between Primeras, there exists a law of power. Absolute and unchanging.
Which is why.
“If I don’t kill him, I die.”
His only daughter.
Lilis.
To Enoch, she was as precious as his own breath.
“Damn, what a madman.”
Axion clicked his tongue at the resolute gleam in Enoch’s eyes, then passed him by as if he hadn’t heard.
He offered flowers at the coffin.
Enoch watched Axion’s back in silence.
It was selfishness.
One should never demand that others stake their lives on such a battle.
So he would prepare for the worst….
Even imagining the final moment when he would stand alone with his sword….
That was how he had to fight.
“Hah.”
Axion finished his tribute and stepped beside Enoch, laying a hand on his shoulder.
Then he spoke.
“…Pavilion Empire Knight Order, Statute One, Article One.”
“…….”
“One does not disobey a superior’s command.”
Enoch’s eyes narrowed.
“Disobedience means death alone.”
Tilting his head slightly to meet Enoch’s gaze, Axion let out a quiet laugh.
“What can I do? My superior has spoken.”
“…….”
“Orders are orders.”
With that, Axion left the memorial hall first.
“Ha.”
Enoch’s laughter broke free.

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