My Daddy Hides His Power - Chapter 254

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Father Hides His Strength
Chapter 254
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The Original Story, “The Rebellion of Dos,” has come to an end.
But the time of the protagonists and mine continues to flow.
It will keep flowing into the future.
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Past midnight.
After sorting through my many thoughts, I opened my notebook and picked up my pen.
This notebook and pen were a birthday gift I’d received from Oscar two days ago.
“Isn’t that something.”
“What is?”
“If things go according to plan, won’t that emperor’s head roll tomorrow? The day right after Primera dies… the day a new era of Primera is born.”
“Oh! You’re right, isn’t it?”
“Happy birthday. A gift.”
May 19th.
Today was my birthday.
“Wow, thank you so much! But why are you giving it to me already?”
“Well, take it and study hard.”
I recalled that conversation with him and smiled for a moment, then began to write with my pen.
May 19th, 1786. First letter.
Hello, Master.
Though this notebook is one you gave me to study with, I’m planning to write letters in it instead.
Even though we can’t be together, it’s my precious record of always longing for you.
Oscar’s reason for “leaving” is, paradoxically, to “return.”
That’s what I believe.
The punishment of being forgotten by those you love.
Unable to speak those words of love without a voice…….
A tragic fate like that of the protagonist in the fairy tale I once read, “The Little Mermaid.”
And yet because he loves,
Just as he endured the anguish of tearing through his own flesh to gain two legs and meet the one he loves…….
When we meet again, Master, you’ll have changed quite a lot, won’t you?
Your speech, your gestures, your habits that everyone once knew…….
If no one can recognize you as Master anymore, it’ll be less dangerous.
I said I would stay beside Oscar, who would be alone, but thinking about it now, that could never truly be a comfortable ending for his heart.
I understand your heart, Master.
Because you love me, you wish for me to continue being happy with everyone else.
But I believe.
Because he loves me.
And because he knows that I love him.
That he will return.
I’ll wait quietly for exactly three and a half years.
That’s probably when Master is meant to come back.
Without forgetting, day after day, as if I’m with Master…….
Building memories like this.
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[After the curtain fell on the Pavilion Imperial Dynasty, the Revolutionary Forces took the lead in establishing a Provisional Council. The Council’s first action was to abolish Imperial Law in its entirety and newly…….]
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June 2nd, 1786. Fifteenth letter.
Master, Father is busy these days.
He’s completely rewriting the legal code that the Imperial Household arbitrarily created.
Now if a noble hits a commoner, they get arrested and punished. It’s strange that something so obvious is only now being done, isn’t it?
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Though the Imperial Household fell, people still believed in and loved God.
Everyone now understood that the Emperor was not God, and that the true will of God was to punish the Imperial Household.
When the Revolutionary Government’s provisional administration was struggling over the matter of changing the country’s name, a movement even emerged on Jedo calling for the nation to be named after God, complete with declarations from various organizations.
The current of worshipping God was somewhat tiresome, but…….
“There’s no need to deliberately break people’s faith. The problem wasn’t faith itself—it was that people were treating a human emperor like a god.”
That’s what Father said.
Still, when I asked Joseph one more time if the country’s name really was going to be “Primera,”
“It’s not a bad choice, Lilis. After all, a god who once punished autocratic power now comes to protect this nation—which carries real meaning. It should serve as a warning to any ruler who might dream of tyranny.”
It seemed reasonably sound, so I decided to accept it.
In truth, the greatest reason people worship gods is…
…the fact that divine existence remains evident, and the proof that gods intervene in our lives persists.
What does that mean, you ask?
The place where I stand now is
the Ability User Training Institute.
Unlike before, all the children gathered in the great hall wore identical-colored name badges.
“Upon these brave and innocent souls, the blessing and care of the divine shall always be present.”
The prayer of Zadkiel, now High Priest, echoed through the space.
And there I sat, disguised as a noble attending the opening ceremony.
1 second.
I opened the Cores of the little ones.
The obligation of conscription had vanished, but we still needed the strength of Ability Users.
The presence of Demon Beasts running amok across the continent remained unchanged.
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July 14th, 1786—the 56th letter.
Master, I went to the Ability User Training Institute today and opened the Cores of some young children.
The moment they arrive at the Institute, their Cores open—pop!—and people believe that even without Primera, a god still protects this nation.
Oh! And there’s something surprising. Even though both their mother and father were Ability Users, a few children were born without Cores—non-Ability Users.
If this continues, after much time passes, Ability Users will disappear from this land.
And the need for Ability Users’ strength will slowly fade as well.
Long ago, Ability Users fought fiercely against Demon Beasts, but when the god withdrew, they disappeared together. Now the Seongsus that had been corrupted are reappearing and doing their part.
Will we truly become peaceful someday?
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The history of the empire spanning eighteen centuries came to an end, and the nation’s name changed.
The capital name “Pavil,” which symbolized the Pavillion dynasty, required quite lengthy deliberation over how to modify it, but when a nearby domain called Romwell was incorporated as the new capital, it became “Romwell.”
Though it was still in its infancy to use the grandiose word “reform”…
The fact that we began by dismantling the relics of the old era that evoked imperial autocracy felt quite satisfying.
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September 1st, 1786—the 96th letter.
Master, the country’s name has finally changed!
It’s so fascinating!
I told you I majored in history, didn’t I?
(I didn’t actually say it aloud, but I wrote about it around the 40th letter)
When I was studying the history of the abolition of monarchy and the establishment of republics, I needed materials on revolution for my thesis, so I read a fantasy novel called “The Rebellion of Dos.”
But the revolution succeeded and the story ended, so I’d been curious about what came after.
And now I’m watching that sequel unfold in real time…!
It’s thrilling!
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With the fall of the Imperial Household, the Magic Tower also entered a period of transition.
A power institution with its master vanished!
…but Oscar had left behind a note of advice to the Advisor—written across thirty sheets of A4 paper in minuscule 8-point font—so the Tower carried on its daily operations without much disruption.
The urgent problem, however, was the vacant position of Tower Master…
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September 8th, 1786—the 103rd letter.
Master lol lol lol lol lol
I’m going to laugh a bit today.
lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol
(That’s laughter)
Today, Robel, the Advisor to whom Master delegated full authority, gathered with the Magic Tower researchers to discuss the Tower’s future.
The discussion topic was “We can’t leave the Tower Master position vacant forever!”—and everyone told Robel to take it on.
But then!
Robel drops this bombshell: “Oscar was like an emperor to the Magic Tower, a small empire! There will be no such autocrat!”
“What good is more money! Stop the overtime! Stop working outside hours!” A principled stance!
“The nation abolished its emperor, so why should the Tower have a Tower Master? I will not perpetuate Oscar’s tyranny!”
lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol
His words were rather harsh, but it seems he found the responsibility daunting.
And so Master’s small empire, where he once ruled as a dictator, has now adopted a republic rather than a monarchy—at least for now.
Ha, the Tower’s “emperor” lol lol lol
How many researchers did you make work on this anyway? ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
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February 18th, 1787. Letter number 247.
Happy twenty-fifth birthday, Master!
Until last year’s birthday, we ate cake together and blew out candles, but I’m sad I can’t be with you this time.
Hmm…….
When I do the math, I think I’ll be able to celebrate your twenty-eighth birthday in person.
Right?
You’ll be back by then, won’t you?
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May 19th, 1787. Letter number 332.
Master, today is my birthday!
I’m fifteen years old!
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February 18th, 1789. Letter number 859.
Happy twenty-seventh birthday, Master!
Wow! Time really flies — I was only seventeen when we first met, and it’s already been ten years!
Already a decade…….
I suddenly got curious — have you tried dating at all in this time?
(Not that you’d care, but my love life is clear sailing, no storms ahead)
What if you got a girlfriend and decided you wanted to stay there forever?
That would be…….
You have to come see me. I’m waiting for you every single day without fail, thinking of you all the time.
Promise!
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Three years had passed since the Revolution and the dawn of a new era.
1789.
The Primera Republic, capital city of Romwell.
Rubinstein Manor.
Tap, tap-tap, tap.
With a playful knock, Enoch called for his daughter.
“Princess~ are you all set?”
“Yeah, Dad! Come in!”
As he opened the door and stepped inside, Lilis, who had been at her desk, set down her pen and rose.
His daughter, now seventeen, looked no different from how she’d blossomed three years ago.
Still beautiful, still bright, still lovely.
“Who on earth raised our daughter to be this pretty?”
Enoch wiped his nose with a newly proud expression.
“You did, Dad~”
His daughter’s affection — kissing his cheek and linking her arm through his — remained unchanged even as an older version of herself.
“Let’s gooooo!”
“Let’s goooooo!”
Father and daughter, unmistakably alike, left the house.
The room fell silent. On Lilis’s desk, a notebook lay open — already four volumes completed, and she’d begun the fifth.
September 4th, 1789. Letter number 1024.
Master, it’s today.
You’re coming to see me now, right? Just one more week from today, and then I’ll finally see you?
I love you.
I miss you.
So much…….

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