My Daddy Hides His Power - Chapter 252

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Father hides his power
Chapter 252
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[Imperial Year 1786, May 18th.
The last emperor of the realm, Nicholas von Pavilion, fell, and the remaining members of the imperial family were purged alongside him, bringing the Pavilion Imperial Dynasty—which had ruled for eighteen centuries—to an end.]
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The moment I saw Father unable to open his eyes, my mind went blank, and I could barely remember how it all ended.
Cheshire sent Father and me home at once, and it seemed he’d arranged things beforehand—Zadkiel was waiting for us.
“Miss, are you all right? Why is your face so pale? How distressing.”
“Oh, look at those tears… The Duke will wake up soon. And it’s not just anyone tending to him—it’s the Priest himself.”
Jetti and Joon watched me with worried eyes.
Zadkiel, who was pouring Healing Magic onto Father while sweat streamed down his face, managed a strained smile.
“Princess, don’t cry. It will take time, but I promise I’ll have the Duke recovered.”
Even as everyone tried to calm me, my heart kept trembling and tears spilled over.
I had never seen Father wounded so severely before. His entire body covered in blood, unable to open his eyes, barely breathing…
27 years
When I tried to use my Ability directly, it demanded an enormous amount of Life Force, just as I’d expected.
Healing Magic itself was cheaper, and I’d learned to reduce the cost even further by using my Ability on others repeatedly, but…
When using my Ability on another Ability User, I had no choice but to pay a Life Force proportional to their power level.
‘Father really can’t afford to get hurt like this.’
I swallowed my tears and gripped Father’s hand tightly.
I’d used about four years of my lifespan to break the brainwashing before things got worse, and I thought it was the right call.
“Hah… haa… I’m s-sorry. Let me rest a moment, then I’ll start again.”
When Father’s visible wounds were half-healed and Zadkiel had exhausted his Mana, he caught his breath, wiping sweat that poured down like rain.
“You’ve worked hard, Priest. Joon, go get some water and a fresh towel to finish cleaning the Duke’s blood. And what should we do to help restore your Mana?”
“Food! Shouldn’t he eat something? I’ll bring something simple. Would something easy to swallow be better?”
“Ah, no.”
As Jetti and Joon spoke hurriedly, Zadkiel shook his head.
“I don’t even have the strength to hold a spoon…”
When Mana was depleted, he’d said, hunger didn’t even register.
I felt apologetic and looked down at my bracelet.
“Um, Priest… I’m sorry. Let me help you a little, at least.”
“What? No!”
Zadkiel hesitated as he spoke.
“I appreciate the thought truly, but you’ve spent all your Mana already, Miss. If you help me, you’ll only tire yourself out.”
“That’s right, Miss.”
Joon, holding a basin of water and about to leave the room, shook his head vigorously.
“If even the Priest—and he’s a Dos—is struggling this much, if you tried to treat the Duke as an Octava, you’d be dried out like squid jerky.”
…What?
I stared blankly at Joon as he left with those words, while Zadkiel and Jetti exchanged an awkward smile looking at me.
That’s when I sensed something was wrong.
‘Maybe they don’t know because I never said it outright—that I’m a Primera?’
From the moment I decided I had to break Father’s brainwashing, I’d already made up my mind to stop hiding my identity.
I couldn’t hide how much I’d grown, and besides, once the Emperor was dead, there was no need to fret about concealing my Ability anymore.
‘But it really was strange, wasn’t it? When Cheshire first sent Father and me home…’
Jetti and Joon said they’d already learned of Teleportation Magic back when I had Sacred Flame, and when I appeared without a warp gate, only Zadkiel was surprised.
But that was it.
None of them—not Zadkiel, not Jetti, not Joon—seemed to question my sudden growth.
“Um… Priest, haven’t I changed somehow?”
“What do you mean?”
I pointed at my own face as I asked, and Zadkiel tilted his head in confusion.
“Haven’t I grown?”
I turned to Jetti, who was standing nearby, to show her my face.
“…Grown in what way?”
She gave the same response.
Yet in the mirror far across the room, my reflection was unmistakably taller.
“Look, look over there.”
Probably around eighteen now.
Objectively, I’d reached adulthood…
“I’ve gotten taller, haven’t I?”
“Oh my, you’ve been through quite a shock. You were always a bit taller than your peers anyway.”
…….
“Wouldn’t it be better if you rested too? Once you’ve had a good sleep and wake up, I’m sure your father will be awake as well.”
Jetti believed I was rambling from the trauma.
‘Taller than my peers? Since when?’
No one had noticed my transformation.
But still.
“…I’m sorry. If I’d been stronger, you wouldn’t have had to use your ability.”
Cheshire had clearly recognized how much I’d grown.
‘Why on earth… oh!’
The realization struck me as I puzzled over it.
‘Cheshire knew I was Primera.’
Unlike Cheshire, Zadkiel and the servants did not.
‘Could it be…?’
I recalled the Original Story—no, the memories of my past life.
Why had God, who loved the hero Enoch Rubinstein so dearly, forced him in the end to watch his daughter die?
Perhaps it wasn’t meant as a trial for the hero, nor a gift of tragic closure.
God was….
‘Hoping that Primera would cease to exist.’
I had wrestled with a similar question once before.
The Emperor was dead, but if his throne were reclaimed by ‘Primera’—a being with godlike power—then….
‘Another emperor could rise again.’
That was why God had desired the destruction of all Primera in that final moment.
Yet this time, God had granted me survival. But He did not wish for me to rule as Primera, as the Emperor had.
‘I understand now. I see.’
The moment I grasped His will, my heart grew lighter.
The last Primera.
With me,
no more Primera would ever be born to this world.
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Even after the healing was complete, Father could not open his eyes.
‘I’m sorry, Father.’
I had wanted to stay beside him until he regained consciousness, but with no sign of when that might be, I had come to Oscar’s study.
I had already informed him that the mission had ended safely. Yet somehow I felt I needed to see his face in person….
“Master!”
The study was empty.
And the door stood wide open.
“Head of the Magic Tower! You’re here! How could you go off without even telling me in the middle of all this…!”
At that moment, Oscar’s Advisor, Robel, came rushing in, having heard my voice.
“…Lilis?”
He seemed startled to see me standing alone without Oscar, then let out a small exclamation.
“Ah, as expected of his prized pupil—he must have shared all sorts of Magic Formulas with you.”
He seemed to think I had arrived by Teleportation Magic.
“But where is the Head of the Magic Tower? Is he at your residence?”
“What? Master isn’t here?”
…….
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Robel blinked blankly.
“…He’s not here.”
“Where did he go?”
“I don’t know either. With all the chaos outside, I assumed he was with you.”
A chill ran through me.
The reason I had hurried here to check on Oscar without waiting for Father to wake—….
Perhaps it was my instinct sensing this very dread.
“He’s not at home? Really not at home?”
“Good heavens. Are you ill? Why has your face gone so pale all of a sudden?”
“I’m… I’m fine. Have you checked Master’s residence?”
“Well, I haven’t been to the Official Residence yet. But he’s rarely home anyway. With all this chaos outside, he wouldn’t be there—wait, Lilis!”
I turned from Robel and rushed out of the study. Then I began climbing the stairs without direction.
My vision blurred white, and I stumbled several times.
‘It wouldn’t be like that, would it?’
I believed he wouldn’t leave without a word.
He’d promised so many times to stay by my side, no matter what happened.
‘It won’t be.’
If he truly had to pay the price of Regression, then I wouldn’t let him live that loneliness alone.
I’d be there for him.
I’d said it so many times it was almost annoying.
He’d agreed to it.
He’d said he understood, that he wouldn’t leave without a word.
“Master!”
The door stood open, as if he’d been expecting me.
Relief flooded through me.
“Master! You’re home, aren’t you?”
But the sprawling house was silent—empty in every corner. I searched like a madman, tearing through every room.
“Where are you? Where….”
I opened one door and froze.
It was my room.
The one he always gave to me when I visited.
On the wide bed lay two matching Sky Blue Cloud Pajamas—the pair we’d worn together—folded neatly side by side.
On top of the pajamas sat my toothbrush, and….
A single letter, the one he’d surely left for me.
‘Ah.’
The moment I saw that farewell—that trace of goodbye—my heart sank like a stone.

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