My Daddy Hides His Power - Chapter 3

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Father Conceals His Strength
Chapter 3
“L-let me go, please!”
It was better than being hauled up by the scruff of my neck, but being grabbed by the waist like a piece of luggage wasn’t exactly pleasant either.
I thrashed about with all my might, screaming.
“Please, let me down!”
“Where is Enoch Rubinstein?”
“Who’s that…!”
Dizzy from being jostled about, I couldn’t think clearly, but hearing that name made me pause—and recognize it with a start.
‘Why is that name being mentioned here, now?’
Enoch Rubinstein (Protagonist)
1. Commander of the Dos Holy Knight Order—the most formidable military force in the novel “Rebellion of Dos.”
2. A Dos—the highest rank among Ability Users.
3. Holy Knight, Sword Master, and Duke.
4. Adoptive father of Cheshire Rubinstein, another male protagonist.
5. The strongest being in the entire world, by canon.
6. In his youth, he lost his young daughter at the hands of the imperial court, and afterward he sharpened the blade of vengeance.
So he was a man who, after losing his daughter and swearing revenge, had taken in and raised Cheshire—one of the two top protagonists.
The novel is called “Rebellion of Dos” precisely because he and his adoptive son Cheshire, both Dos-ranked, strike down the imperial court and ultimately seize victory.
‘If they’re looking for Enoch Rubinstein and his daughter, then we must be before the original story begins—back when she’s still alive.’
But what about me?
It has nothing to do with me.
“Excuse me, sir! Wait a moment! You’ve got this terribly wrong!”
“What?”
The commander’s eyebrows shot up as he looked at me.
“W-well, first of all… the blood’s rushing to my head, and I feel dizzy. C-could you please seat me properly…?”
“…….”
After a moment of silence, the commander repositioned me on the horse so I faced him directly.
Meeting his distinctive violet eyes, I felt an uncanny sense of recognition.
‘Black hair and violet eyes… I feel like there was a character who looked like this, but who was it?’
Oh, right. My nose is bleeding like a faucet.
I shook my head frantically and asked in a panic.
“You mean Duke Enoch Rubinstein, the Holy Knight and Sword Master? The one with silver hair and blue eyes?”
“That’s right.”
“I think you mistook me for him because I have silver hair and blue eyes, but my father’s name is James Brown, not Enoch or anything. I’ve got my hair color and eye color from my mother, who left home long ago.”
“…….”
The commander blinked slowly at me, then let out a soft snort.
“You’ve been taught your lessons well.”
“Sorry?”
“Lilis!”
That’s when a familiar voice pierced my ears.
I turned around to see my father standing there, holding a fire poker.
“Dad!”
“What are you doing? Let my daughter down, unless you want to die.”
……?
I was taken aback.
‘Oh no… has Dad lost his mind? Does he not know who these people are?’
The Dos Holy Knight Order, commanded by Ability Users—and the highest rank of them at that—consisted entirely of high-ranking nobility.
In a world where only Ability Users could hold noble titles and non-Ability Users weren’t even considered human, the food chain hierarchy was absolute.
As a non-Ability User at the very bottom, my father had just committed a capital offense simply by speaking casually to these people.
And as if that wasn’t enough…
He was threatening them with nothing but a fire poker and asking if they had a death wish?
‘Oh my God. Dad’s lost it.’
My spine went rigid, and I quickly flattened myself against the horse’s neck, bowing apologetically.
“S-sir. My father is someone who cannot survive without me, so he must have momentarily lost his composure. I would be eternally grateful if you could find it in your heart to forgive him!”
I deployed my cute appearance to full effect, flashing a coquettish smile at the commander as I pressed myself against his waist.
Then I pointed at my father with my small hand.
“See! The gentleman who just arrived is none other than my father! A symbol of the common folk—brown hair and brown eyes!”
“…….”
The commander simply stared down at me with an impassive expression.
Cold sweat dripped down my back, soaking my shirt.
I swallowed hard.
“Look, however you slice it, I’m just another common citizen passing through. A twenty-seven-year-old single father scraping by in Mountain Village, cutting wood to feed my young daughter.”
……
“U-um, sir? Sir? Waah!”
The knight commander tossed me to one of his subordinates like a piece of baggage, then leapt from his horse and strode toward my father.
“No, please! Don’t do this to my dad!”
Pinned at the waist, I could only flail my arms uselessly.
The knight commander glanced at the box of Macarons lying beside my father with a contemptuous sneer.
“What a pitiful sight.”
“Why did you come?”
Informal speech again? Why is Dad like this?
One slash of the knight commander’s sword and my father’s head would fly clean off.
Oblivious to—or perhaps ignoring—my mounting terror.
With an expression of fury I’d never seen before, my father leveled the Fire Poker at the knight commander.
“Release my daughter this instant.”
“Enoch Rubinstein. His Imperial Majesty commands your immediate return to the Order to fulfill your duties.”
“But I keep telling you—our dad isn’t Enoch or whatever—!”
I cried out through my sobs, and my father’s eyes met mine from across the distance.
Seeing me helplessly captured, his jaw clenched so hard it trembled with rage.
“Seven years. Surely that’s long enough for your… leave of absence.”
……
“As you know better than anyone, deserters face execution under the martial law of the Pavilion. Should you flee, you become a wanted fugitive until confirmation of your death, classified as a Class 1 Criminal.”
No….
“Yet His Imperial Majesty, in his mercy, has valued the devotion and abilities you once demonstrated. Despite your clear violation of military law, he has issued no warrant for your arrest, nor has he confiscated your titles and holdings.”
Um….
Why is this knight commander even bothering to waste his breath on incomprehensible speeches while holding some background extra from a mountain village?
“All the unlawful acts you have committed thus far have been overlooked as we waited. Now the time has come for your return. Disobedience means death. I shall relay His Imperial Majesty’s words once more.”
The knight commander lowered his voice and fixed his gaze on the wrong person entirely.
“Enoch Rubinstein. As of today, you shall return to the Order and fulfill your duties.”
“Heh.”
My father laughed—a bitter, hollow sound. My spine went cold.
“His Majesty’s tongue has always been quick and silver, hasn’t it.”
I clamped my mouth shut in horror.
W-whose tongue are we talking about?
Surely you’re not referring to His Imperial Majesty—the apex predator of absolute imperial authority?
‘Dad’s completely lost it….’
Deceiving nobles, defaming the royal family—my father’s already crossed every line there is.
“Perhaps it’s time you were a little more honest. You’ve left the kennels empty, waiting for a dog that may never come home.”
After that insult, my mind went blank and I could barely hear what came next.
All I could think was that I had to stop that reckless mouth and escape.
I bit down as hard as I could on the hand of the knight holding me.
“Ugh!”
His grip instantly weakened, and I tumbled off the horse, rolling across the ground.
“Lilis!”
My tailbone ached sharply from the fall, but that wasn’t my concern right now.
I sprinted toward my father on my short legs—
“Daaaaaad!”
—only to be caught mid-stride.
The knight commander’s hand seized me by the scruff of my neck, and I dangled there, choking and gasping.
My father’s face went white and he screamed.
“Damn it! Let her go!”
“Ugh, wait… Dad, pl-please be quiet.”
Fortunately, the knight commander possessed at least enough mercy toward children to adjust his grip and cradle me gently.
“Cough, cough. Um, sir?”
I pressed my palms together and begged like a desperate fly.
“I’m… I’m so sorry.”
……
“I really am sorry. Please, save my dad. My hair color is why… yes. I understand the misunderstanding. I’ll go. I’ll go with you, okay? I’ll submit to the investigation. Then you’ll see it’s not true. And….”
Suddenly, sorrow overwhelmed me. And with it came a bitter hatred for the protagonist of this tale.
Why on earth does Enoch Rubinstein have to look like me of all people?
“N-no… I, I actually know that Enoch person very well. Really well. I hear he’s hiding somewhere right now, so I can help you find him. So if you could just let my father go, just once, I’ll, I’ll come with you….”
It felt like I’d become a traitor, selling out the independence fighters’ secrets under torture, but there was nothing I could do.
Because the most important thing to me right now wasn’t the protagonist’s safety or anything like that—it was my father’s life.
“Please, I’m begging you….”
That moment.
The Knight Commander flinched and drew his sword.
But his gaze wasn’t on me—it was fixed on my father behind me.
I turned around on instinct.
‘…Father?’
A terrifying expression I’d never seen before.
Over my father’s worn Fire Poker, which he held pointed like a blade, a blue aura began to ripple and flow.
I rubbed my eyes and looked again.
‘What… what is that?’
A strange current swirled around my father alone.
Without a whisper of wind, my father’s hair and collar began to flutter.
And the next instant.
My father’s brown hair and brown eyes—the very mark of an extra, a background character—
began to shift.
Slowly transformed.
Into dazzling silver hair and brilliant blue eyes that screamed ‘I’m the protagonist!’ for all to see.
My tears dried up instantly.
The very moment my mouth, which had been weeping so hard trying to convince everyone I’d gotten the wrong person, became mortifyingly aware—
‘Wait, excuse me? The 27-year-old unmarried father raising a lone daughter in Mountain Village….’
…Is that you, James?

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