My Daddy Hides His Power - Chapter 135

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Father Hiding His Strength
Chapter 135
After barely soothing me through endless tears, Oscar picked up a piece of white chalk with trembling hands.
Then, very slowly, he began to draw a Magic Circle on the floor.
One line at a time, pausing between each stroke.
“Yes. Just wait a little longer. I’ll finish soon, soon….”
One letter at a time, etching each character with deliberate care.
All the while glancing toward me, taking in my face with his eyes as if committing it to memory.
By the time the Magic Circle was nearly complete—
My eyes, which had been watching him intently, were terribly swollen from crying.
I wanted to tell him right then.
I wanted him to know.
How much your heart was torn in this moment, how sad and anguished you were….
That I understand it all now.
“There. It’s done.”
Oscar rose from where he had been bent over.
The moment of parting was drawing near.
Did I sense it on instinct?
“I go inside there, right?”
I pointed at the Magic Circle, my expression fearful.
“Then I’ll be able to see Father?”
“No. It’s me who goes inside.”
This couldn’t happen.
I wanted to stop him.
“Master, don’t….”
Don’t what?
If you don’t?
My hand, which I had stretched toward Oscar, fell limp at my side.
There was no point in trying to stop him anyway.
‘But what about Father? What about Father, who died because of me?’
Even if it had been possible, I would never have given up on Father.
I only wished I could have given my own life to save him.
Then both Father and Oscar would have been safe.
‘That’s right….’
I turned my vacant gaze toward the Primera Statue sitting on the desk.
‘The god was right.’
If I alone were to burn away—
Everyone could be happy.
So the Original Story was, after all, the greatest happy ending that a god could show to me.
“Listen carefully. Now I’m going to let you meet your father.”
I looked back at Oscar, who was clinging to me and pleading.
“All the time from the outside world that you never knew of. Everything your father did for you, all the time that passed out there while you were locked away—everything.”
……
“You must know it all. You must remember it. Only then can you keep from repeating the same mistakes.”
Only the one who casts Regression Magic can remember everything.
The Law of Regression.
As the one who is not the caster, I should have no memories at all.
But Oscar would remember, and I sensed he foresaw that the Geis would prevent him from changing anything alone.
“Imagine it—you, remembering everything.”
So that was why.
Why I remember the Original Story, why I remember all that lost time.
Because of Primera’s power, because of Oscar’s plea for me to remember everything.
“…If you wait, I’ll come to find you.”
That last promise—that he would come to meet me.
And you kept even that.
“Master! Wait!”
I wiped my blurred vision roughly and ran toward Oscar, who stood inside the Magic Circle.
We came to face each other, but his gaze did not reach me.
Or rather, it did reach me.
To me, who stood outside the Magic Circle, who knew nothing, who was so unfair….
To my past self.
As if I were trying to hold onto you, right up until the very end.
“I, you see….”
I flailed my arms, reaching for Oscar even though he slipped through my grasp.
Why was I
“The memories, I’m sorry I couldn’t remember anything. I forgot it all like an idiot, I didn’t know any of it, Master, ugh, I, why am I….”
the one who forgot you.
“…I’m sorry. So, so sorry, sob. I’m, I’m sorry.”
At least I remember now, thank goodness.
You know, I….
If I see your face again, I absolutely will—
truly, I absolutely will—
tell you something I want to say.
* * *
Lilis was still asleep.
The Sacred Object that would wake the child remained in Enoch’s hand.
“Surely you’re not….”
Oscar let out a hollow laugh when he felt hesitation flicker across Enoch’s face.
A wild guess, but was it actually true?
“You’re hesitating over what I said?”
There was only one Sacred Object, and two people who needed it.
“Are you weighing your child’s life against the priest’s?”
Of course his daughter was precious, but the priest was indispensable to Enoch’s cause.
“That’s not it. Why would this need any hesitation.”
“Right? You’re not wavering, are you?”
“No. It’s just….”
His eyes sharpened in an instant.
“I was just doubting my own strength for a moment—whether I could protect everyone.”
Enoch added quietly.
“But I’m not worried anymore. Zadkiel won’t come to harm. Even if the priest falls to Sacred Flame, Lilis can help him, she said so.”
“But what if the child….”
“That won’t happen.”
What would he do if she wasn’t there?
Knowing what Oscar was about to say, Enoch deliberately cut him off without listening further.
“I’ll finish everything before the priest falls to Sacred Flame. But even if it takes longer than that, there’s no way Lilis won’t be able to help him.”
He looked at Lilis then, his gaze firm and unwavering.
“I will never let my daughter be taken from me.”
Oscar gazed at him for a moment, then let out a short laugh.
“Well, that’s a relief.”
“Let’s wake the child first.”
He spoke hastily, but then Enoch’s mind went blank again.
How exactly was he supposed to use this?
“Why don’t you just grind it up and have her swallow it? It looks like it would be quite effective if taken raw.”
“This?”
At Oscar’s suggestion, Enoch made a face of distaste as he stared at the writhing Sacred Object.
That was a bit….
“Honestly, this is tedious. You must have used it before, right? I’m sure you’d know the method.”
“Right. I must have used it before.”
Enoch pressed his palm to his forehead, sinking into thought.
In a previous life? Yes, he’d said that in the previous life, he’d definitely used this to wake Zadkiel after the priest fell to Sacred Flame.
But how had he done it?
Since it looked like a heart….
Enoch, still pondering, gently brought the Sacred Object near Lilis’s chest.
Probably around this area….
“Oh?!”
“Oh!!”
Both Enoch and Oscar gasped simultaneously.
Astonishingly, the Sacred Object seeped into Lilis’s chest as if being absorbed.
“This is it! Right?”
Enoch’s eyes went wide as his body jolted forward, and he asked; Oscar nodded with tension written across his face.
“…….”
“…….”
But for some reason, there was no further response after that.
Oscar, growing impatient, pressed him.
“Hey. Are you going to make me wait until dawn? Shake her awake, quickly!”
“What? You want me to force her awake?”
“If the Sacred Flame has healed her, she should wake if you shake her!”
“I suppose so.”
Enoch ran his parched lips together and grasped Lilis’s shoulders, shaking them gently.
“Little one, the sun is high in the sky. Come now, wake up. Your father’s heart is shriveling to nothing….”
Shake, shake, shake.
“Little one….”
Then.
The child’s lashes trembled—those eyes that had been sealed shut as if in death itself.
“Little one!”
Her eyes opened at last, struggling against the weight of sleep.
The moment he saw those wet, blue eyes.
“Ah.”
Enoch pulled the child into his arms and came undone.
“…Father?”
“Breathe, breathe. God above. Ah….”
Was this what it felt like to crawl back from hell itself?
Oscar understood that Enoch was feeling everything he felt right now—every last bit of it.
‘Thank goodness.’
Oscar, finally catching his breath, looked at the father and daughter locked in each other’s embrace and broke into a smile.
“Oh, Father….”
“Yes, little one. I’m here. Father’s here. Did you sleep well? Hmm?”
Enoch’s eyes were red from the effort of holding back tears as he loosened his arms and drank in the sight of the child’s unharmed face again and again.
Cupping her cheeks and peering at her.
Then pulling her close once more.
Tilting his head back in relief.
Oscar stood a few paces away, watching them, and found himself reflecting on his own foolishness.
A father who could not protect his child, and so threw away his own life.
And a child who could not live in a world without that father.
‘It was the right choice. Of course it was.’
He had restored the father and daughter from the brink of tragedy brought about by his own foolish decision—and now everything was perfect.
This was the result of sacrificing only himself.
It was not a bad trade.
“Oh.”
Just then.
Lilis, pushing herself upright, spotted Oscar only now.
Seeing the shock in the child’s eyes, Oscar smiled wryly.
“Hey, how long were you planning to sleep? While you were snoring away, oblivious to the world, your father….”
The words never finished.
‘What is this.’
The moment their eyes met.
The child’s hands pressed tight against her own mouth, as if holding back a cry.
And in those wide eyes, tears were already gathering as she stared at him.
At the sight of her, Oscar felt fear grip him again.
“What, what is it? Why are you like this? Why are you crying? Does something hurt?”
“Little one! Are you all right? Does it hurt?”
Even as she shook her head at Enoch’s worried voice, Lilis’s gaze would not leave Oscar.
“Hic.”
Her expression twisted with sadness, her mouth too strained to even open.
“Hah, huh.”
Her breath came in sorrowful gasps, as though it might break at any moment.
The next instant, she threw off the blanket covering her legs and climbed down from the bed, stifling those hiccupping sobs.
There was no rush.
Yet she moved like someone being chased.
The child stumbled as she descended, her foot catching on nothing at all.
“Hey!”
Oscar’s eyes widened in alarm, and he bent his knees to catch Lilis before she stumbled.
“Wait, you—ah.”
“Wahhhhh!”
The girl finally broke into tears, collapsing into his arms.
Her small hands gripped his collar so tightly that they trembled with desperate urgency.
Oscar froze, utterly dumbfounded.

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