My Daddy Hides His Power - Chapter 129

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Father hides his strength
Chapter 129
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At the moment Enoch set out for the Mage Tower.
Cheshire sat alone in a daze, watching over Lilis as she lay in an unbroken sleep.
Rooted to that spot, endlessly.
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I couldn’t believe it.
Couldn’t believe what, exactly?
I had no memory of falling asleep, yet suddenly I’d been pulled into a dream?
! Error !
Mana Non-possession
Non-capable
Of all moments to begin this lucid dream, it had to be the moment my rank was revealed?
No—none of this was right.
‘Why is it just me and Mother?’
That same tiresome setting again.
The Training Institute, Mana Measurement Room.
Mother was the only one who saw my rank confirmed.
The original me—I had no idea what was happening—walked out of the Mana Measurement Room wearing an innocent smile.
Mother, by contrast, was trembling like an aspen leaf.
‘Why… is no one else here?’
Confusion set in.
I’d imagined countless times how I might have been captured by the Emperor.
If the Emperor himself had verified my rank.
Then of course, no one could have done anything to stop it.
Or if my rank had been learned by other researchers at the Institute, even without the Emperor present.
The outcome would have been the same.
Strangers would never keep my secret while lying to the terrifying Emperor.
But the truth I faced was different.
A silence as complete as death.
Only Mother knew my rank now.
‘If this is how it is….’
My heart began to race.
Even though I knew how the story ended, foolish hope kindled inside me.
“Ha… ha…”
Mother’s legs finally gave way, and she sank to the floor, trembling violently.
“…Are you okay, Mother?”
The original me approached with a worried expression.
“My child, I….”
“…….”
“I… I didn’t know. If I’d known it would be like this, you, I wouldn’t have….”
Mother clutched at her chest, fear gripping her, as she continued.
“…brought you here. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
I couldn’t understand my apologetic mother, afraid as she was.
Of course I couldn’t.
At that moment, I didn’t know what the gauge on the Magical Device meant when it showed “unmeasurable,” or what my identity truly was.
I knew nothing.
“Did you ask them to bring me, Mother?”
Instead, the original me shyly shook her head, cheeks flushing red.
While wiping away Mother’s tears.
“Then… then it’s okay. Then, does that mean I can live with you now?”
Ugh, I can’t bear to watch.
I turned my eyes away.
That version of me—knowing nothing—suddenly seemed so pitiable.
“Ah…”
Mother’s breath became ragged. She was drowning in confusion.
The Emperor was waiting for me now, and Mother had no time to deliberate at length.
To conceal my identity.
It was something that demanded her life.
If it went undiscovered to the end, that would be one thing—but there were far too many risks.
‘Just as I’m trembling every day, afraid of being caught, Mother would have to live in constant fear.’
Since I am Primera, the Imperial Household won’t produce another Primera in the next generation.
It’s suspicious.
And the Emperor will rule for a long time, with a lifespan twice that of ordinary people.
Even after Mother grows old and dies, while my half-brother Kyle lives on in this country, he’ll continue….
‘In the end, how could Mother have known now that Father would stage a rebellion and the Emperor wouldn’t live long?’
I kept rationalizing myself this way, justifying my understanding of Mother.
‘Mother didn’t want to send Kyle to war, so she even revealed her own position. Kyle means so much to Mother, so very much.’
Yes, that’s why.
‘When Mother held my hand, it wasn’t just her own life that hung in the balance—Kyle’s life was there too….’
But.
My self-delusion shattered the moment Mother took my hand.
“Where are you going?”
I asked, but my voice couldn’t reach Mother, so of course she didn’t answer.
My vision blurred cloudily.
Mother, knowing nothing, held my hand and crossed the quiet corridor.
“Where are you going!”
I followed her, sobbing.
Why am I trying so hard to understand Mother?
It’s because of me.
Because I don’t want to be hurt.
Because if I were to see with my own eyes that Mother handed me directly over to the Emperor, I don’t think I could bear it.
“Don’t go!”
I wiped my tears roughly and stepped in front of Mother.
Mother stopped abruptly.
“Mother?”
But she hadn’t stopped because she noticed me.
It was only a final hesitation.
Even knowing that I was dreaming of time already past, knowing my voice couldn’t reach her, I clasped my hands together desperately and pleaded.
“Mother, please don’t go. If I go, I’ll die.”
A single tear rolled down Mother’s cheek, and seeing it, I foolishly dared to hope again.
“I’m your daughter too, aren’t I….”
Tears streamed ceaselessly from my eyes.
“Please, I’m begging you.”
But Mother passed through me as I pleaded.
“No, this can’t be.”
I hurried after her, struggling to pull my hand away from hers.
“Let go! Release my hand! Let me go!”
But I could only pass through like touching a phantom, unable to do anything.
“Let me go! Release me! I’m going to Father!”
I screamed like a madwoman.
Before long, the end of the corridor.
A Warp Gate appeared.
Beyond it lay the Imperial Palace.
Hell where the Demon dwells.
The place where my tragedy and death were scheduled.
Mother crossed through the gate.
“Aaaahhhhh!”
I screamed through my tears.
My chest ached as though it were being torn apart.
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At that moment, in the Mage Tower.
“I… need your help.”
At Enoch’s words, Oscar went blank for a moment.
He hoped nothing was wrong.
But judging by Enoch’s expression, that seemed unlikely.
“Everyone, everyone out. Don’t come in until I call.”
“Y-yes!”
Composing his churning mind, he waved his hand, and Robel quickly left the office.
When they were alone, Oscar asked.
“What is it?”
“I need an A-rank Detection Spell. I was hoping you could show me.”
“Why are you looking for it?”
…….
“Don’t leave out the most important part. Tell me why you’re searching for it first.”
Enoch hesitated.
He didn’t want to shock Oscar as well.
“Come on, hurry!”
“…The child has a Fever Curse on her.”
“What?”
A Fever Curse on Primera?
Oscar’s brow furrowed in confusion before comprehension dawned.
The Emperor’s work.
“That…that absolute bastard….”
Enoch swallowed a sigh as he watched Oscar lose his composure in an instant.
He’d known this would happen.
“That, that….”
…….
“Is she in pain? Is the child hurting right now?”
“No. The fever hasn’t come yet.”
The moment Oscar felt relief, Enoch added, “But if we keep dragging this out, the Emperor won’t stay idle. The fever could come soon.”

“Damn it! Then what are we doing here? We need to go wake her up and demand he lift it!”
“I’m not negotiating with the Emperor.”
At his firm reply, Oscar’s eyes blazed.
“What insane nonsense is this? The child’s life is on the line and you’re talking about negotiations?!”
Enoch pressed Lilis’s letter right in front of Oscar’s face.
“If there had been another way, I would have taken it.”
Oscar took the letter.
His narrow eyes scanned rapidly over the child’s handwriting.
Soon he let out a hollow laugh.
A letter written by a child willing to help her father, even prepared to be caught by the Emperor.
‘I can see why he’d wonder what this was about.’
Oscar looked at Enoch.
A child who had been locked away her whole life, yet whose letter read as though she saw everything like a god.
There must have been many things he found strange.
“Have you talked with the child about this after reading it?”
“No. There wasn’t time. I saw it for the first time at dawn.”
“You must have a lot of questions.”
“I do. But I don’t plan to ask you.”
He understood Oscar’s restrictions.
“Right now, waking the child comes first. You saw it, so you understand—I need the spell. We’re running out of time….”
“Do you even know what an A-rank Detection Spell is? Just because you know about it doesn’t mean anyone can use it. It takes a solid ten months just to memorize.”
Oscar clicked his tongue, then quickly threw on the overcoat hanging from the rack as he spoke.
“I’ll go.”
Enoch’s face brightened.
“Then I’m grateful. Let’s go together.”
“That’s unnecessary. I’m going alone.”
“And you know what’s waiting there? You’ll risk going alone?”
Oscar looked at him incredulously.
“You were so dedicated to parenting, and now you treat every child like your own?”
“We’re going together.”
Brooking no argument, Enoch grasped the office door handle.
“You really don’t listen to a word.”
Oscar muttered under his breath as he began clearing the desk and scattered items from the center of the room.
Enoch, about to move forward, frowned.
“We don’t have time. Why are you cleaning the room?”
“Does this look like cleaning the room to you?”
“Then what is it?”
“Now, where exactly are you trying to go? You’re not thinking of heading to the Temple and using a Warp Gate, are you?”
“What else?”
“Wow. In the middle of an emergency, you want to waltz into the Temple crawling with the Emperor’s cronies and blatantly use a Warp Gate to head south? Just the two of us?”
Oscar grunted as he shoved the large desk in the middle of the office to the side, shooting a reproachful glance at Enoch.
“I know. But I have no choice. Argonia is practically at the edge of the continent. We don’t have time to ride horses.”
“Stop talking nonsense and come here.”
Was there another way?
That would be nice. Enoch approached and did as Oscar instructed.
For some reason, Oscar was clearing the office floor.
“Ugh.”
He frowned as he tried to push aside the last large sofa.
It wouldn’t budge.
Watching from the side, Enoch lent a hand. The moment he pushed, the sofa moved easily out of the way.
…….
…….
Oscar stared at Enoch for a moment, his expression wounded.
“…Build up your strength a bit. Don’t just hold a pen all day.”
“Never mind.”
Oscar pulled a piece of chalk from his pocket and crouched down on the cleared floor.
In an instant, Enoch’s jaw dropped.
‘No….’
Complex formulas, characters, and figures he’d never heard of or seen before were being drawn across the floor with flawless precision and remarkable speed.
‘If I had to draw something like that by hand, it would take me a whole day.’
With that thought, Enoch felt relieved.
He was grateful Oscar was here.
In five minutes, Oscar had completed a large circular Magic Formula.
It was roughly two meters in diameter.
“Why are you standing there gawking? Come inside quickly.”
“Right.”
But what kind of Magic Formula was this?
Puzzled, Enoch watched as Oscar channeled mana into the Magic Formula.
As blue light erased the complex formulas―
“……?”
―in an instant, Enoch was standing in a completely different place.
Winter, yet the weather was pleasantly warm.
Behind him, the sea; ahead, mountains encircling the landscape.
Looking around, it was a place his eyes knew well.
The southern territories of Argonia, their destination—a remote, deserted corner of it.
“What is this…? What is this?”
Teleportation Magic?
As far as Enoch knew, no such Magic Formula existed.
Whether short distance or long.
Moreover, there was no method for instantaneous long-distance travel besides a Warp Gate.
“There’s a Teleportation Magic like this?”
…….
While Enoch stood bewildered, Oscar simply looked around the surroundings with composure.
“Hey, Mage Tower Master. Why haven’t you made this useful Magic Formula public?”
“What are you saying?”
Oscar’s brow furrowed.
“Why would I share this? For whose benefit? We’re in a hurry, so let’s go.”
Oscar snorted and strode ahead briskly.
Watching his retreating figure blankly, Enoch muttered.
“His character….”

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