My Daddy Hides His Power - Chapter 128

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Father Hides His Strength
128
“Lilis!”
A sickening premonition seized him.
Cheshire clutched the small girl’s body and shook her urgently.
But she lay limp as death, offering not the slightest response.
“What is it? What’s wrong?”
Axion came running at the sharp cry, startled.
“Lilis—something’s wrong with Lilis.”
“What?”
Checking her quickly, she appeared to be sleeping soundly. But no matter how he shook her or touched her cheek, her eyes would not open.
“Why….”
Axion’s heart plummeted.
* * *
Saint’s Fever.
The diagnosis given by the Priest they had summoned urgently from the Healing Institute.
It was a sickness that those with extraordinarily high levels of Holy Power sometimes contracted.
“Is there… is there no way? Can we not wake the child with a Demon Beast Core?”
Axion watched Nordic ask the Priest, his pallid face trembling with desperation.
“The child’s Mana is too low—that is precisely why. If we raise her Mana levels with a Core, just as we did with Theo, would that not suffice?”
His voice quivered with anguished longing.
Axion could barely fathom what Nordic must be feeling, faced with a granddaughter who would not wake.
“Saint’s Fever and Mana Clash are fundamentally different afflictions. After Prince Anthrace overcame Mana Clash using a Demon Beast Core, we at the Healing Institute attempted the same treatment on Saint’s Fever patients, but….”
The Priest shook his head.
In the same moment, Nordic staggered and collapsed beside Lilis. Axion looked up in alarm.
‘He’s losing it.’
It was not only Nordic whose mind had fractured under the sudden blow.
Cheshire stood vacant beside the Priest.
His eyes, fixed blankly on Lilis, were unfocused and wavering.
Then.
Bang—!
Enoch burst through the door as though to shatter it.
“Lilis!”
He reached her in a single stride, then lost all composure, gripping the child’s shoulders and shaking her.
“What is this…. Why? My daughter….”
His face had gone ashen with anguish.
“Wake up. Why—why is this happening? Come on?”
“Stop.”
Axion moved to restrain Enoch, who kept shaking the unresponsive child’s body.
The Priest spoke carefully.
“My lord, when one falls into Saint’s Fever, they cannot be forced awake. You must wait until they naturally recover.”
…….
Enoch fell silent, gazing at Lilis with hollow eyes.
She lay sleeping as peacefully as always.
And yet, no matter how hard he tried to rouse her, she would not wake.
‘Saint’s Fever? Primera…?’
A fever that afflicts those whose Holy Power levels are dangerously high.
An excess of Holy Power consumes the scant Mana within and seeks to seize the Core—a phenomenon that manifests as this sickness.
But how could a child with nothing but Holy Power contract Saint’s Fever?
“With magical intervention, we can sustain her for roughly a week. Most recover within that time. However, when the fever does strike, she will fall gravely ill while asleep.”
The Priest hesitated before continuing.
“The trouble is, a child’s body is fragile. During the fever, complications can arise….”
“Ah!”
Nordic, listening, cried out and clutched his chest.
The flustered Priest quickly turned to Enoch and added hastily.
“My lord, forgive me for the presumption, but would it not be wise to inform Her Majesty the Empress of your daughter’s condition?”
…….
“With the Empress’s power, even those who have fallen into Saint’s Fever can be awakened. And you are of Rubinstein—surely Her Majesty would see fit to aid you.”
Enoch remained silent, his gaze never leaving Lilis, turning the Priest’s words over in his mind.
The Empress. Yes….
Enoch was on his way back from meeting the Emperor and making his intentions known.
“A god who took pity on the sick in the lowest places and saved them would never issue a Divine Revelation commanding the death of innocent humans and the seizure of their land. I cannot believe it.”
“The High Priest must prove that this Divine Revelation is genuine. Until then, I cannot follow Your Majesty’s command.”
For some reason, the Emperor had let him go easily, as if she had anticipated precisely such an attitude from Enoch.
“Then it cannot be helped. How could I compel you to do something that weighs so heavily on your heart?”
As he left, the Emperor’s serpent-like smile—the last thing he saw—gnawed at him.
‘So that was it.’
This was what she intended all along.
Enoch laughed hollowly.
The Emperor.
Primera….
Even though it seemed he could seize and kill her so easily, whenever he felt the full weight of her omnipotent power, despair crashed over him without end.
As if facing a wall so high and vast that no horizon could be seen beyond it.
The hopelessness was suffocating.
* * *
“Go to Her Majesty and make a request for me. As quickly as possible, before the child falls ill.”
The moment Nordic, who could barely walk from the shock, shuffled into his room, he spoke to Enoch.
Axion, who had followed him in, grew tense between the two men.
“…That is impossible.”
“What?”
Nordic, who had been about to lie down on the bed, turned to Enoch in alarm.
“A Divine Revelation has come down commanding the unification of the continent. Her Majesty ordered me today to prepare for an invasion of the Teneba Kingdom.”
“What does that—”
Nordic, staggering forward, seized Enoch by the collar.
Enoch continued calmly.
“Her Majesty will demand my participation in the campaign in exchange for her assistance.”
“Then do it!”
“I cannot, Father.”
Axion watched the tense exchange between the two of them, cold sweat trickling down his face.
“Cannot? Why are you acting like this? Wasn’t this already something you resolved to do when we returned to Jedo?”
“It was, but not now.”
Axion found Enoch’s resolute stance puzzling.
‘The man who wouldn’t even look back at his daughter’s plight—why is he acting this way? He went to see the Emperor first, of all things.’
Nordic’s grip on Enoch’s collar weakened and fell away.
“You….”
He knew his son was preparing for rebellion.
“So your own purposes come first. You don’t even know what truly matters….”
“Please, Father, be calm.”
Enoch’s voice was cold and measured.
“If the child can overcome this alone, that is fortunate. And if she cannot, I will find another way. I will not negotiate with Her Majesty.”
“You fool!”
Nordic, unable to contain his rage, pointed accusingly and then collapsed.
“Sir!”
Axion rushed to support Nordic in alarm.
But Enoch turned and left the room without so much as a glance back.
“Hey!”
Axion hurried after him and grabbed his shoulder, spinning him around. Beneath his cold expression, his blue eyes betrayed confusion.
“Have you lost your mind? Listen to your father. What other way do you possibly have?”
……
“Even if you did, there’s no time. Once the Saint’s Fever begins, there’s no telling when things might go wrong. Go to Her Majesty at once.”
“Let me go.”
“You already made up your mind anyway! Think long-term. Think long-term. You never expected to succeed without bloodshed on your blade.”
A rebellion.
It could not succeed overnight.
One had to prepare slowly and steadily, holding one’s breath, with patience and determination.
Axion had already steeled himself to some degree for the fact that he would have to continue defying the Emperor throughout this process.
“Let go. There’s no time.”
Enoch pulled his hand free sharply, and his eyes were shot through with red.
He left Axion standing there in bewilderment and vanished somewhere into the darkness.
* * *
Enoch rushed toward the Magic Tower.
While praying to the God he had begun fervently seeking some time ago.
‘Please, God.’
In his hand was a letter from Lilis.
Spring of 1785.
Zadkiel, twenty years old, stricken with Saint’s Fever.
Dad, if you want the business to succeed, Zadkiel has to become the High Priest, right? So you have to wake him up then, okay?
He can’t get up on his own and it really hurts him ㅠㅠ
I think I might be able to wake him… but what if I’m not around then?
I’ll show you another way.
Hehe. This is actually the method Dad worked so hard to find. You’re a genius, Dad ♥
1.
In the Southern Argonia Domain
★ there are ruins of ancient priests!
(I’m not sure exactly where though. Sorry ㅠㅠ)
2. With the
Sacred Relic
★ in the ruins, you can cure Saint’s Fever!
(But the ruins are sealed so you can’t find them with the naked eye ㅠㅠ)
3. To find the ruins you need an
A-rank Detection Spell Formula
!
You can only get this formula from the Magic Tower. Originally Master didn’t help Dad… but I have no idea how he got it then.
But Master will help this time!
So you absolutely have to wake Zadkiel up!
* * *
At that moment, in the Magic Tower.
“Eat while you work.”
A bowl was set down with a thud on Oscar’s desk, where he had been furiously scribbling with his pen.
A sandwich made with clumsy hands—lettuce and ham hastily stuffed between two pieces of bread.
Oscar, catching a glimpse of it, wrinkled his nose.
“What is this garbage?”
“…? Garbage?”
His aide, Robel, spoke with a wounded tone.
“I felt sorry seeing you skip meals and only work, so I made it for you to eat while you work! I know my skills are rough, but I put in the effort!”
Oscar set down his pen and stretched his stiff body.
“You.”line>
“Yes?”

Watching Robel’s hurt expression, Oscar let out a quiet laugh.
Robert Quan.
Though he scolded him daily, Robel was the one Oscar trusted and valued most.
“Why won’t you help the Duke of Rubinstein, Master? Are you afraid of the Emperor? If you just lent your strength to the Duke, wouldn’t everything become possible?”
In his previous life, Robel could not understand why Oscar refused to help Enoch.
He did not know that Oscar was bound by Primera’s power and could not act freely.
“It’s so frustrating! I really can’t understand how someone so intelligent can’t make a decision!”
Oscar knew that Robel had secretly stolen Magic Formulas and helped Enoch multiple times.
It was a clear act of betrayal, yet it was deeply admirable.
He had moved of his own accord to help Enoch, doing what Oscar himself could not.
“You know you’re the one I trust most.”
“That’s so random. What are you talking about?”
Oscar smiled and picked up the pen he had set aside.
“Nothing. Just… that’s how it is.”
“How dull.”
That was when it happened.
“Wait, just a moment!”
There was commotion outside his office, and soon the door burst open.
“If you just come in like this….”
“Master of the Magic Tower.”
It was Enoch.
Oscar’s eyes widened.
He arrived at Oscar’s office unannounced, his appearance disheveled and frantic.
What could have happened?
Oscar had no time to wonder—he shot to his feet and moved toward him at once.
“What is it?”
Even as he spoke, Oscar’s heart hammered in his chest, seized by an instinctive certainty that something had gone terribly wrong.
Enoch’s face was ashen as he spoke.
“I need your help.”

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