My Daddy Hides His Power - Chapter 47

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Father Conceals His Strength
Chapter 47
[Listen, Enoch Rubinstein!
Abandoning your convictions is not the only way to protect your daughter.
Will you simply acquiesce to the cunning of that old serpent?
Is this truly the future you have desired?
Imagine it, Enoch Rubinstein!
The world your younger self yearned for so desperately!
This nation must change!
You are capable of it!
Only you are capable of it!
Find Joseph Lütman.
You must have heard of him before.
You can meet him in the gambling district of Baltarak Territory in the central provinces.
The first step of a great revolution!
I am certain he is precisely the man you need.
-L-]
“What in the….”
Enoch’s eyes wavered. The letter contained staggering content.
After sitting in stunned silence for some time, Enoch hastily retrieved the letter he had received from L before and unfolded it.
The handwriting was different. L was concealing his identity thoroughly. Finding him would not be easy.
“What on earth….”
Enoch, who had jolted upright in shock, sank back down and read the letter again.
Will you simply acquiesce to the cunning of that old serpent?
Will you truly march into the invasion war that the Emperor demands?
Abandoning your convictions is not the only way to protect your daughter.
L also knew that Enoch had resolved to move according to the Emperor’s will for his daughter’s sake.
This nation must change!
The first step of a great revolution!
Enoch glanced around the empty office, then quietly folded the letter and buried it deep in a drawer.
“This man is completely insane.”
If anyone found out, all hell would break loose.
He was openly calling for rebellion.
“Truly insane.”
How could such a thing be possible?
If revolution were easy, someone would have attempted it long ago.
In the Pavilion Empire, the Imperial House was the symbol of absolute power.
The great ability said to be bestowed by the deity Primela was granted only to the Imperial House of Pavilion across generations, and naturally the Empire wielded theocracy.
An Emperor claiming absolute authority granted by god.
Standing against him was no simple matter. The Emperor’s ability was indeed comparable to divine power itself.
“Who in the hell is this person?”
Enoch furrowed his brow. The letter sent before had been the same, and this man called L was clearly watching him closely.
He didn’t much appreciate the feeling of being monitored, but….
“Well, fine. I understand why he sent this to me of all people.”
Enoch let out a short laugh.
In his childhood.
There had been a time when he harbored the youthful dream of severing the Emperor’s neck with his own hands.
The reason he could dream such a dream was because Enoch knew his own strength.
An Emperor who could easily brainwash Ability Users at will….
Yet he was powerless against one exceptional Ability User.
‘But it was merely a youthful fancy. A dream of ignorance, nothing more.’
Revolution cannot be accomplished by force alone.
There must be just cause.
But Enoch had no such cause.
Most of the nobles whose support would be necessary were beneficiaries of the class system and lived content under the Emperor’s rule.
“Truly insane….”
Knowing nothing of the situation….
“Sending such words to me….”
Enoch muttered under his breath as he irritably retrieved L’s letter from the drawer and unfolded it once more.
His deepened eyes read the letter again and again.
“Who the hell is this bastard?”
L, sowing chaos from nowhere.
The letter crumpled in Enoch’s hands.
“Stop skulking like a coward and come out here to say it to my face.”
* * *
The cowardly daughter was full of worry.
‘By now, Father must have read my letter.’
Whether that letter could ignite the righteous blood of a protagonist churning inside him….
“Chesier, are you listening to me?”
“Yeah.”
I pouted, watching Chesier absorbed in feeding the carrot to Walter.
“Liar. What did I just say?”
“That you suddenly brought up Mom and it made you feel bad. You said you were worried about him being alone his whole life, even though you don’t need a mom around.”
“Huh? You caught all that?”
“I said I was listening.”
Chesier sighed and flopped down beside me.
I could only stare at Zephyr, still not brave enough to pet him.
“Are you really sure you’re fine without a mom?”
Chesier asked.
“Yeah, I really am.”
“Then there’s nothing to worry about. He’ll figure it out for himself. If he decides he wants to remarry and finds someone, he will. If not, he won’t.”
“Right, but that’s exactly…”
I started to speak, then pressed my lips shut.
Ever since Mom came up suddenly yesterday, a new worry had taken root in me.
The romance of the protagonists.
In this place that had become reality, the protagonists had to keep living even after the original story ended.
The world had found peace, so the protagonists should be happy too.
‘But there’s no romance here.’
A revolution novel soaked in blood.
The Dos Rebellion—not a scrap of romance, not even the letter R.
Since the original work never spelled out any romantic feelings between the protagonists, a dread had crept up on me.
What if the author hadn’t woven even a hint of romance into Father and Chesier when creating them?
What if she’d dumped mountains of revenge, justice, and rebellion, but given them no love at all?
I wrung my hands in my hair.
‘Can he even get married?’
Chesier was staring at me with that stolid face.
His expression gave off a distinct aura of someone who’d never cultivated anything like romance.
“Chesier.”
“What.”
“Don’t you want a family?”
“…Again.”
Chesier frowned.
“If you’re going to say weird stuff about your father wanting me to have kids, don’t bother.”
“No, no, not that.”
I clasped my hands together dreamily.
“A family you choose for yourself. One that’s truly yours.”
“What are you talking about now…”
“Imagine you met someone you loved. Then you’d get married, right?”
“……”
“And after you’re married, doing this and that, you’d end up with a child?”
“What exactly are you trying to say?”
“Come on, close your eyes! Imagine it!”
“……”
“Close them! Quick!”
At my urging, Chesier shut his eyes, reluctant but compliant. I leaned in to his ear and spoke softly.
“You wake up in the morning, and your house is filled with the aroma of delicious food. Your beautiful wife calls you from the kitchen. ‘Honey, could you change our son’s diaper?'”
Chesier stiffened.
“You go to the baby’s room and there’s an adorable little boy, half your looks and half his mother’s, smiling at you. You change his diaper, give him his bottle, and when he sees you, he just laughs and laughs. ‘Dada, dada!’ Like that.”
“……”
“It’s so precious. You’re holding him and bouncing him gently when your wife comes over and wraps her arms around you from behind like this, holding you close.”
I wrapped my arms around Chesier’s waist. He startled again, though he’d seemed rather absorbed.
“Darling, the weather’s beautiful today—shall we pack a lunch and go on a picnic?”
…….
“Dazzling sunlight. Birds chirping. A stream babbling softly…. Our son nestled in your arms, saying papa, papa…. And you turn to look back at your wife, who’s so happy she’s stopped to breathe in the scent of flowers.”
For some reason, I found myself even more absorbed than Chesier, my eyes gleaming toward empty air as I clasped my hands together in something like prayer.
“Darling, Chesier. I love you. I’m so happy. Please let our family stay happy like this forever.”
As soon as I finished speaking and turned around, Chesier had already opened his eyes.
His expression was peculiar somehow.
“…So? This is exactly the kind of family I was talking about.”
…….
“Well? What do you think?”
“…It doesn’t sound so bad.”
“Really?!”
I leaped up excitedly.
Chesier sat quietly, lost in thought for a moment longer, then nodded.
“If we could live like that. Well.”
“We can!”
I crouched down in front of Chesier and clasped his hand firmly in mine.
Could the author be watching? This touching effort of mine to pump the romance into the protagonists that the author herself had failed to include?
“Chesier.”
“Yes?”
“Let’s love each other.”
Chesier’s eyes widened.
I stood up, leaving him dazed, my heart feeling somewhat lighter.
Then, rummaging through the carrot basket, I spoke.
“Of course, studying horseback riding is wonderful, and diligent sword practice is wonderful, and everything else is fine—”
…….
“But I think what truly completes a human life is love.”
I absently waved a carrot toward Zephyr as I continued.
“People who don’t know the beauty of love are pitiful, you know. So let’s really, truly love each other. Chesier.”
We looked at each other in silence.
Chesier answered shortly after.
“…All right.”
“Excellent, good.”
Crack—
Just then.
Chesier’s eyes went wide.
Startled, I stiffly turned my head back to look.
“W-what?”
Zephyr—Zephyr was eating the carrot I’d given him!
I stared blankly at Zephyr, who had swiftly devoured the carrot, then turned my gaze back to Chesier.
“Ch-ch-Chesier. Did you see? Did you see?”
“Yeah, I saw.”
Chesier quickly came over and opened Zephyr’s cage.
“What are you doing?”
“Try petting him.”
“P-petting? Zephyr?”
“Yes.”
I swallowed hard and slowly stroked Zephyr as Chesier instructed.
“I… I can’t believe it.”
Was this really Zephyr, who’d been sharp and bristling whenever I reached near him? He looked more peaceful than anything in the world.
Lost in emotion, I was standing there dazed when Chesier grabbed the saddle hanging on the wall and approached Zephyr.
“R-ride? Not yet, I think that’s still—”
Chesier carefully placed the saddle on Zephyr’s back. Fortunately, he remained docile.
Chesier, his expression unusually animated and alert, suddenly dropped to one knee.
“Step here, then try to climb up.”
“Huh?”
“Quickly. Be careful. Hold onto my shoulders.”
Was this really okay? I hesitantly braced myself on Chesier’s shoulders and placed my foot on his thigh.
As I rose, Chesier pushed me up and lifted me onto Zephyr’s back.
“Wow. Why? Oh. Good heavens?”
I clamped my hand over my mouth.
…It had worked. Zephyr remained docile.

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