My Daddy Hides His Power - Chapter 251

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Father Conceals His Power
Chapter 251
Cheshire had been given precious little time.
His own death. And the death of countless others crumbling beneath Enoch’s hand until the Emperor’s command was fulfilled.
To not turn away from it, what he had to choose was,
Enoch’s death.
‘Perhaps I should have simply done as you asked.’
His benefactor, and his master…….
That arrogance—born from wanting to keep Enoch safe, as precious to him as Lilis—had ultimately forced him to weigh countless lives against each other.
“If you don’t kill me, you die. But if you don’t die and survive, you can save everyone. So Cheshire, you must live no matter what.”
“So never hesitate. If you’re in a situation where you can’t subdue me, don’t think twice.”
Once, Oscar had asked him if he could ever kill Enoch.
He who had experienced Failed Time surely must have foreseen that such a moment would come.
Back then, he had answered without hesitation.
That he would not waver.
‘But I….’
When that day truly arrived, the moment he was forced to choose felt like hell itself.
It hurt.
It ached.
Tears welled in his wide-open eyes.
Mana began to gather in Cheshire’s blade as well.
A chilling aura of death swirled thickly between them.
Each holding the other’s life in their hands,
‘Please.’
Perhaps both of them were desperately wishing for a miracle in that moment.
A sharp cry tore free.
“……!”
Cheshire’s eyes widened.
Enoch’s attack had faded once more.
But this time, instead of grasping his blade again, he coughed up blood and collapsed forward.
‘What….’
Enoch could not move.
His body, which had remained Awakened by forcibly ignoring accumulated wounds during the battle, crumbled the moment his tension released.
‘That look just now.’
Cheshire had seen it clearly.
The light that had returned to Enoch’s eyes for an instant before he collapsed.
‘What in…how….’
Cheshire scrambled to steady the fallen Enoch and hastily pushed himself upright.
A silence so chilling it sent shivers down the spine had settled…….
In that hush, the Emperor and his followers stared blankly in a single direction.
Cheshire slowly turned his head to follow their gaze.
‘Ah.’
His breath caught.
The crumbled Ruins.
And there, descending upon them like light itself, was a figure so dazzling it hurt to look at.
Long ago.
That same presence which had reached down to him when he lay trapped in hell,
“Cheshire, I’ve come to get you.”
A gate of paradise.
Not merely a carved angel on some sculpture,
“Anywhere is better than this hell, anyway.”
But a true angel who had saved him.
‘Lilis.’
The young angel bloomed beautifully before them all.
Her hair, white as if heaven’s light had been planted within it, flowed like waves, and her youthful face transformed slowly.
With a single step forward,
The angel grew upward, graceful as a flower stem unfurling.
Watching Lilis transform, Cheshire understood.
In that fleeting hell where he and Enoch had held each other’s lives and suffered,
He had been saved once more.
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The Emperor. Primera. Parent to every Ability User in existence.
Nicholas von Pavillion stared blankly at the woman drawing closer.
Enoch’s daughter.
In that moment of desperate extremity, she had descended like a god touching earth—and his mind had gone utterly white.
She moved across the ravaged fortress toward him,
slowly, step by step.
drawing near.
“What—what is…!”
With the startled cry of his Advisor, a Holy Mage who sensed the ill omen unleashed an attack upon Lilis.
Yet,
the blue flames never reached her; they simply vanished.
“Gawk! Aaaaagh!”
In that same instant, the Holy Mage convulsed, eyes rolling back.
‘The Mind Control… it’s been severed.’
As the chains that had dominated him for so long snapped away, he twisted in unbearable agony.
Nicholas, watching silently, slowly turned his gaze back to Lilis.
A body so fragile it seemed it would crumble at a touch.
And yet somehow…
each step forward felt suffocating, threateningly taut against his breathing.
One of the Imperial Guard holy knights charged toward Lilis.
1month
“Gawk! Haa….”
But he only fell to his knees before her, helpless.
‘Ah.’
Nicholas shuddered.
That growth he had witnessed happen before his eyes in a heartbeat—it was no illusion.
The dark sphere of flame from the Imperial Guard mage hurled at Lilis withered away,
1month
“Aaaaagh!”
A cry torn from him as freedom’s torment finally broke free.
With each use of her Ability as she advanced, Enoch’s daughter grew stronger, bit by bit….
‘When did it start?’
Nicholas tilted his head slightly, watching Lilis approach.
Primera—born only in the bloodline of Pavillion.
When no such great ruler was born again, Nicholas had believed only that God had abandoned this nation.
And from that point on,
as the last Primera, he had sought to carve his name deep into this land.
Yet mysteriously, God
had given him nothing but defeat, again and again.
Then he saw an Imperial Guard blade knight rush forward.
1month
“Gawk! Haa, aaaaagh!”
But at last his blade could not reach her; he cast it down, clutching his head in agony.
‘My great work—the one I sought to complete through Enoch—why did it suddenly crumble?’
Yes, because his daughter, whom I meant to use as a leash for Enoch, was Octava.
“…….”
As Lilis came within arm’s reach, Nicholas blinked slowly.
The final holy knight of the Imperial Guard, who had stood blocking his path to the very end.
1month
“Aaaaagh! Haa, haa…!”
The shackles binding his mind collapsed all at once; without even seeing, his sword fell from his grip as he crumbled.
‘What was the decisive moment when my ruin began…?’
Yes—the voice of the divine, which had not touched earth for so very long.
When that revelation descended, commanding him to save those in the lowest places.
Divine Authority raised the common sick like a miracle, and the power of the Central Temple—the Empire’s greatest strength—began to crumble slowly away.
Perhaps it was not Divine Authority at all.
“…It was your doing.”
Looking at Lilis, who now stood before him, Nicholas murmured the words in a voice worn thin.
“…….”
“…….”
A face that mirrors Enoch’s own.
That fierce, unbreakable light—no matter how one tried to dull it, it burned with relentless intensity.
Those eyes, steeped in blue conviction.
He had never wished to acknowledge it, yet he had always felt it.
That God, that Primera who had granted him Divine Authority, loved Enoch’s conviction—that absolute, untrampled will—with all his being.
And meant to tear down my fortress, so painfully built by his own hand.
And so God,
that loathsome traitor,
had gifted his chosen hero with a new deity.
A life stretched to its breaking point flickered, its light dying away.
“Cough… gack….”
Nicholas forced what remained of his vision to focus.
He would not—could not—bow before this.
Yet God seemed determined to ignore even Nicholas’s final, desperate prayer; his weakened legs buckled beneath him without resistance.
Truly, wretchedly so.
“…….”
Kneeling before Lilis, Nicholas slowly raised his head.
Unlike himself, worn and ravaged by time and sickness, this new deity of the land was young and beautiful.
Behind that impassive expression, as if mocking one who stood at death’s threshold, there lingered a subtle, cruel delight…….
Rage.
Humiliation.
At the end of his days, Nicholas yearned to find some way to dishonor this being who dared trample and desecrate all he had built.
But pitiably, he lacked even the strength to spit at its feet.
“Damn…….”
In the end, trembling with an indescribable fury, Nicholas forced his withered lips apart and rasped out words.
“Damn… you…….”
Then someone stepped between them, blocking his view.
Cheshire Libre.
Those burning crimson eyes of the traitor gazed down at him with cold precision.
“Ack!”
His hand seized Nicholas by the hair and wrenched him upward without mercy.
“Your humble servant, Cheshire Libre, has come to become the blade of the great Primera.”
Only now, at the very end, did Nicholas understand.
This vile traitor he had believed to be his own sword had been guarding something else all along.
How galling.
A new deity—one who would steal everything from me and rule this empire, who would ascend to that glorious Imperial Throne that had been mine…….
A new god.
“You… cursed…….”
Toward Lilis, visible behind Cheshire, Nicholas’s lips moved with desperate urgency.
But the traitor’s blade—that merciless death—
Swish—!
severed Nicholas’s throat first.
Thud…….
His severed head tumbled grotesquely across the shattered ruins.
In his fading vision, Primera’s face bloomed pale and clear.
‘Damn you… die… [curse]…….’
The final insult he never spoke was swallowed forever, unable to sully the new god.

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