My Daddy Hides His Power - Chapter 139

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Father Hides His Strength
139
Though Lilis stood right before him, Enoch’s legs had gone numb—he could not move.
“Papa? Why… what’s wrong?”
Instead, a startled Lilis rushed forward and threw her arms around him.
“Where… where exactly did you go?”
“You were worried, weren’t you? I’m sorry, Father. I was wrong. I went to the Magic Tower with my Master for just a moment, but… I didn’t think you’d get here so quickly when we’ve only been gone ten minutes.”
“I left a note just in case—did you not see it?”
Oscar, who had arrived, gestured toward Lilis’s bed with his chin.
“Oh, Tower Master!”
“Ugh. Papa, wait. I can’t breathe…”
Enoch, holding Lilis tight, drew ragged breath after ragged breath, still far from calm.
“If it was urgent, you should have gone alone. Why drag the child along…?”
His face had gone pale, his lips drawn thin and parched, sweat already glistening on his skin.
Oscar could easily imagine what terrors had seized Enoch in those few short minutes, and he felt a twinge of guilt.
“No, Papa! Master said he’d go alone, but I didn’t want to stay by myself, so I followed him. I’m sorry for worrying you…”
A long breath escaped him.
Enoch held Lilis in his trembling arms until his breathing finally steadied.
Both Lilis and Oscar, unintentionally having tormented him, fell silent and watched him carefully.
“Tower Master.”
“…Yes?”
“About that magic…”
Had he finally calmed?
Enoch gazed at the spot where the Teleportation Magic Circle had appeared and murmured weakly.
“I really don’t like it. Keep it to yourself—only you know about it.”
* * *
At that same moment.
In the Seraph Temple where Enoch had been.
Zadkiel sat surrounded by several open books, furrowing his brow as he scratched notes with his pen.
“The child fell into Divine Fever and has now awakened. But the fact that she overcame the Divine Fever on her own must never be known outside these walls.”
“However, with Divine Authority, it would be possible. So, Priest, I know this is difficult, but could you grant me this favor?”
The faithful priest was in the midst of crafting a ‘false’ Divine Revelation at Enoch’s request.
As if God himself had awakened Lilis.
<My pitiful little servant.
The hour of your entry into my temple has not yet come.
So I grant you a miracle—live out the life I have prepared for you in full, and come to me then.>
‘This should suffice.’
Long ago, faithful believers who had been saved from death’s threshold by the Miracle of God often received revelations of this very kind.
Zadkiel set down his pen and clasped his hands together.
‘O God, forgive this unworthy servant who speaks falsehood. I ask only that the Divine Messenger, the young lady, remain safe.’
He then turned his thoughts to Lilis.
The first revelation, which had saved the sick of Seraph Temple, held its own significance, but the second revelation Lilis received bore the weight of far more lives.
A ‘true’ revelation to expose the High Priest’s ‘false’ revelation that urged war.
‘Only if the young lady lives safely and hears the voice of God can I save the many innocent lives that would otherwise perish.’
And so, a lie told for Lilis’s sake was not something he wished to second-guess.
After all, Zadkiel had already broken the solemn laws of the temple once before.
“Priest, could you spread this revelation widely among everyone around here—the other priests, the acolytes, the worshippers, and anyone who visits—rather than going straight to the High Priest?”
“Young lady, a believer who has received a revelation should not carelessly spread the voice of God before submitting it to the High Priest. It is an ancient law of the temple…”
“Really? Oh no, I didn’t know that… what should I do…?”
Yet watching Lilis’s troubled face, Zadkiel found himself nodding as if under a spell.
“However, I will do it. That too must be God’s will.”
“Really, truly?”
“Even if I face reprimand for breaking the law, that too will be a sacrifice God has ordained.”
“No, wait… ah well. But yes! You won’t get scolded by His Majesty! Because my father can stop that!”
* * *
“We must hide it for now. This revelation cannot be known outside.”
Emperor Nicholas, deep in thought, had made his decision.
“Soon Enoch will come to me about his daughter. When he does, I’ll send him swiftly to the Teneba Kingdom as planned.”
First, the revelation must be thoroughly concealed.
“Once I’ve dispatched the army, even if unforeseen complications arise afterward, what can Enoch do? If I can just keep it hidden until then… yes, just until then…”
Nicholas, who’d been muttering to himself, turned to Timothy and asked sharply.
“Surely you’ve already silenced that young priest’s mouth?”
“That is, Your Majesty….”
Timothy answered trembling.
“It appears he spread word all over Seraph Street yesterday after receiving the Divine Revelation. From what I’ve learned, everyone there knows about it, and within a single day the rumor spread so widely that several nobles who are well-informed already know of it.”
“…What?”
Nicholas’s mouth fell open in disbelief.
“How dare he speak of Divine Revelation!”
It made no sense.
“Without informing the Seraph Temple or the Imperial Household first, he spreads it about on his own? That boy had the audacity to let his tongue run so recklessly?”
Nicholas, stunned and indignant, let out a hollow laugh.
‘A mere fourteen-year-old child couldn’t possibly have done this without fear.’
The Divine Revelation that priest had received must be the ‘real’ voice of God.
The act of spreading the revelation beforehand—all of it.
It would all have been the arrangement of a God who sees everything.
‘That damnable woman….’
Nicholas sank down heavily.
A sense of helplessness, as though blocked by a towering wall.
The one he now faced was nothing less than the Absolute.
The Supreme God, Primera.
How could a mortal ever hope to overcome a God?
‘No, no. Calm yourself. There must be a way.’
Nicholas gathered his scattered thoughts.
In this nation, he was the god.
“Where is the location of the Sacred Relic mentioned in the revelation?”
Nicholas asked urgently.
* * *
The moment Father calmed down, he gripped my arm tightly and spoke.
“Listen, little princess. I don’t know if your master told you, but you were in a situation where you couldn’t wake up alone right now.”
“Right! I know. So what do I do? Keep pretending to sleep?”
“Isn’t there another way? We can’t keep the child locked up like this indefinitely.”
Oscar interjected worriedly.
“That’s why Father went and asked Zadkiel to do us a favor—to wake up our princess goddess. The priest agreed to tell a little lie for us.”
“What, what?”
It meant he’d fabricated a false Divine Revelation just like I had.
Oscar, listening in, laughed.
“Not bad, that. Pretty clever thinking.”
“The princess did the thinking. I just followed the method she used before.”
Father chuckled.
I stiffened.
‘Well, I suppose now that you know I’m Primera….’
Father, sharp-eyed as he was, must have already figured out that the Divine Revelation that had healed the sick before was my doing.
‘So much for keeping my secrets….’
But wait.
“The priest agreed to lie for us? That priest? Really?”
I could get away with impersonating someone who’d received a genuine Divine Revelation, so borrowing Zadkiel’s voice worked somehow.
But would he really agree to tell an outright lie like Father was asking?
#Righteousness #Sacrifice #Incarnation of an Angel
Would Zadkiel—who embodied keywords that screamed he’d suffer for ten days and nights if he dared deceive God—really do that?
“Father was worried about that too. But when the priest heard our princess was in danger, he didn’t hesitate at all—he just agreed.”
“Huh! Really?”
My goodness. So moving….
Somehow his character seemed to be collapsing, but I couldn’t deny my gratitude.
“Since the priest said he’d help right away, even if you’re frustrated, just wait in your room today.”
“Okay!”
“And Father is in a hurry! I came because I missed seeing your face so much, but I need to go back out.”
“Huh?”
Father stood up quickly and moved toward the wardrobe as he spoke.
“You asked the priest to make another revelation, didn’t you? So Father wouldn’t have to go to war.”
“…….”
At those words, Oscar immediately fixed me with a sharp look.
His eyes held that familiar disapproval—the question of whether I’d been drawing on my Life Force to meddle in affairs again.
I said quietly, “It’s not like that this time,” and glanced away from his gaze.
“Princess… Your father was truly at a loss. But hearing that from the priest—I just couldn’t help the tears. I promised you wouldn’t have to worry about anything, that you could play freely. But I’m such a fool, always needing your help….”
Father spoke with a choked voice as he yanked out a pile of Armor from the wardrobe.
Then he began unfastening the buttons of his upper garment as if to change.
“What are you doing?!”
Oscar, startled, grabbed my shoulder and spun me sharply around.
“No—what’s wrong with you? You’re not his son or anything, and you’re just stripping off your clothes like that in front of his daughter?!”
This was just normal for us, but Oscar clearly didn’t see it that way.
“I assumed this was his room. You’re telling me he still shares a room with you? And what in the world is his Armor doing in that wardrobe?”
“What does it matter to the Magic Tower’s Master whether we share a room or not? My princess can’t sleep without me.”
“And you can’t sleep without your daughter, can you?”
It was so loud my ears felt like they might bleed.
“Father, but where are you going?”
I asked while Oscar still had me turned toward him, and Father answered.
“Oh, right. To find the Sacred Relic. In the Divine Revelation you created, there was… what was it again? The sacred land where the sun rises first? Where is that?”
“That’s the Eastern Alpen Domain. There’s the new temple, but also the old temple site from before.”
“I see. Is the Sacred Relic there?”
“Yes, exactly!”
“So I just need to get it into the priest’s hands?”
“Yes, yes! But Father, why are you in such a hurry? Did the Emperor already tell you to go find the Sacred Relic?”
“No, not yet. But wouldn’t it be better if Father found the Sacred Relic first, so it can reach the priest’s hands safely?”
“Oh!”
Father seemed worried the Emperor might intercept it.
‘But that’s not something he can intercept….’
I smirked to myself.
“Father, but that’s really not something to worry ab—”
“Ugh! Ew!”
Oscar suddenly let out a cry.
Ew? Did he just see Father naked?
“Magic Tower’s Master, keep your voice down! Are you trying to spread word all over the neighborhood that you’re hiding here?”
“Do you think I’m an idiot? I’ve already sealed the sound. Don’t worry.”
“Oh, really? That’s impressive indeed.”
“Father, wait—just listen to me for a second….”
“And why does it take an eternity to change clothes? Can’t you hurry up?”
“That sounds exactly like a Magic Tower’s Master who’s never set foot on a battlefield. Armor always takes time to put on.”
“Dad! Don’t put the Armor on, just—”
“Magic Tower’s Master, and could I ask you to look after my princess while I’m gone?”
“You don’t even need to ask. I’ll take care of it.”
Wow.
He’s not listening to a word I say!
“All right, than—”
“Please! Father!”
I tore myself free from Oscar’s grip, still holding me in place, and spun around sharply.
“Just listen to what I’m saying!!!”
“Whoa! You scared me!”
Oscar jumped back in shock.
And Father, with one leg halfway into his trousers, went wide-eyed too.
“Wow.”
Father, surprised, stumbled forward a few steps with both feet off balance, then laughed.
“Look at that—my child is healthy. Your voice has real commander’s mettle in it.”

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