My Daddy Hides His Power - Chapter 59

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Father Conceals His Power
Episode 59
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Primela, the gift of the divine.
Every emperor of the Pavilion Empire throughout history had been granted Primela’s authority in full.
All Ability Users are born with Mana, yet without Primela’s permission, they cannot wield Magic.
And just moments ago, the Emperor opened the Core in my heart, and I was reborn as a true Ability User.
No longer am I that utterly powerless seven-year-old girl, Lilis.
“Tee-hee.”
I covered my mouth and giggled to myself.
The Emperor may not realize it, but he will come to regret the day he granted me power.
“Let’s go, let’s go!”
I gave a spirited shout and followed the caretaker to the room where I would be staying.
The Training Institute operated on a dormitory system.
I checked the nameplate on the door first thing.
It bore the names of the girls I would be sharing the room with.
Alicia Meyer
Diane Becker
Michelle Coleman
Gem
Lilis Rubinstein
The nameplate hanging on the dormitory door was the same color as the official badge.
‘What an absurd training institute,’ I thought, grinding my teeth inwardly.
I stepped inside, frustrated.
The room was quite spacious.
There were four bunk beds, each large enough to comfortably fit two people.
Three girls spotted me and rushed over.
“Hi, hi! Welcome! I’m Alicia Meyer. This pretty one is Diane, and this cute one is Michelle! We’re all nine years old, so feel free to talk casually!”
Alicia, with her short pink hair, shone her yellow eyes brightly as she shyly introduced her friends.
The elegant one with long navy hair down to her waist was Diane.
The small, cute friend with light brown hair braided on both sides was Michelle.
I committed my roommates’ features to memory and greeted them warmly.
“Yes, nice to meet you! Alicia, your older sister is Charlotte Meyer, right? She visited our house before!”
“Right! So you’ve met our sister!”
Alicia beamed and linked her arm through mine.
“Diane, Michelle, nice to meet you too. Let’s all get along! But isn’t there one more person?”
At my question, the girls’ expressions hardened.
Michelle turned awkwardly, glancing back.
“Yeah. She shares the room with us, but you don’t have to greet her.”
The children’s gazes pointed toward someone in the corner.
A figure lying on the bottom bunk, facing the wall.
Her hair was cut short like a boy’s in a vivid red, so if this weren’t a girls’ room, I might have mistaken her for male.
‘So that must be the girl called Gem. She must be a Commoner.’
In this world of Survival of the Fittest, she would be at the very bottom of the pyramid.
My roommates all seemed decent enough, but they wouldn’t associate with a Commoner regardless.
‘But why would they deliberately put a Commoner in this room? From how the Training Institute operates, they seem to group girls from similar families together.’
The question was answered soon enough.
“Lilis, aren’t you hungry? It’s afternoon snack time right now.”
Diane asked kindly.
“You get snacks here?”
“Yeah. You just pick them up from the cafeteria.”
All the children’s eyes suddenly turned to Gem, who lay on the bed.
Michelle shouted.
“Hey! You there… go get the snacks right now!”
“No. I won’t eat anyway.”
“What, what’s this? If you’re not eating, what does it matter! Get ours!”
……
Gem said nothing more.
Then Alicia glanced at me nervously, squeezed her eyes shut, and burst out.
“You, you… filthy Commoner wretch! Do you know who this is? She’s a princess of Rubinstein! We’ve let you slide, but now you’d better obey!”
Gem shot upright.
With the sharp gaze of someone whose eyes tilted upward at the corners, Gem looked boyish at first glance.
Though sometimes he appeared far older than us.
“I said I didn’t like it. Who cares who that kid is. If you’re hungry, go get food for yourselves with your own hands.”
Gem was tall and broad-shouldered, with a face that looked fierce.
Frightened by his sharp rebuke, the children all shrank back, their mouths forming small O’s.
‘Ah, so that’s why they assign one Commoner to each room.’
I nodded to myself.
Probably every room in this place had children wearing white Nameplates mixed in.
And their role?
Servants, essentially.
This was how they taught the hierarchy—reinforcing class differences through proximity and subordination.
‘Wow, absolutely. Definitely. This Training Institute is the very first thing I need to tear down.’
This place was nothing but a breeding ground for corruption!
I smiled at Gem, who was watching me with a wary gaze.
“That kid isn’t even a servant—why should he bring us snacks? Let’s all go get them ourselves. Want to come with?”
“Oh my, Lilis.”
“You’re really kind.”
“She’s weird. All the other Commoners in different rooms do what they’re told, but she’s like this….”
“Gem, want to come too?”
I asked, but Gem ignored me and turned away sharply, lying back down.
“Wow, what a nasty attitude!”
“Lilis, let’s just go by ourselves.”
I sighed and headed out with my roommates.
Sure enough….
Children wearing white Nameplates were wandering around carrying bread and milk stuffed in their arms.
‘Is this really happening….’
I couldn’t even grasp where to start fixing this environment.
Then I suddenly froze.
“That’s right!”
“What’s wrong, Lilis?”
Cheshire has a white Nameplate too!
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Cheshire perceived the Training Institute’s reality—a miniature class society—faster than anyone.
Four roommates.
It wasn’t difficult to understand each one’s position.
“Hey, Commoner.”
A casual voice reached him.
Cheshire, who had been sitting on his bed, lifted his eyes.
“What’s your deal with the Rubinstein daughter? You two were talking really friendly after orientation ended.”
Bruce Chamber.
Wearing a red Nameplate.
The highest rank except for the gold Nameplate worn by apex predators.
It meant his parents held high station.
“We’re nothing to each other.”
“Nothing? Talk straight. What are you? You’re not really a Commoner, are you?”
“I am.”
“You are? You’ve got nothing? Then how do you know the daughter?”
Bruce pressed him menacingly.
Then a boy clinging to Bruce’s side like a lackey jabbed him repeatedly.
“Hey, hey. I think it’s, uh, this.”
The boy raised his hand and mimicked dragging it up and down across his own face.
“What? His face?”
Bruce stared hard at Cheshire.
“Ha, yeah…. Guess she noticed him ’cause his face isn’t too ugly.”
“That’s it.”
The boy who was playing along with Bruce like a flunky was named Simon.
Blue Nameplate.
Appears to be the next rank after red.
Bruce was the ringleader of this room.
And Simon was just a lackey catering to Bruce’s whims.
Cheshire finished sizing up the situation.
“Scared for nothing, huh. So aside from that decent-looking face, there’s nothing else to you?”
“Hey, isn’t it snack time right now?”
“Yeah, it is.”
When Simon spoke, Bruce grinned widely.
“Hey, you! Commoner! Go to the cafeteria and grab us some snacks. And fill up the water pitcher with fresh water.”
Bruce pointed at the water pitcher sitting in the room.
Cheshire, watching this, asked a question.
“Is there a separate duty roster for snacks and water?”
“What are you talking about? No such thing exists.”
“Then why should I do it?”
Bruce and Simon burst out laughing.
Bruce then tapped his own Nameplate and Cheshire’s alternately, right over his chest.
“Explanation over?”
“Yeah.”
Ah, so that was it.
He’d assumed that students with Nameplates of the same color would share rooms, but there was clearly a reason he’d been placed with these nobles.
“No.”
Cheshire gave a terse reply and sat on the bed, starting to unpack his things.
“What?”
“I said no. Go grab your own food.”
“What’s this guy saying right now?”
Bruce laughed as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, then glanced back.
“Hey! What should we do about this bastard?”
Indifferent to the hostile atmosphere of the room, there was a boy reading a book from the upper bunk.
Cheshire’s eyes sharpened as he caught sight of him.
“Why’re you asking me, Bruce? I’m busy reading right now.”
“Oh, yeah. Right. Sorry….”
Violet-tinted hair with an excellent sheen, and eyes a shade deeper—violet.
His name was Gerard Schmidt, and his face was as beautiful as a young girl’s.
Watching Bruce, the self-proclaimed leader, whine and plead, it was clear that Gerard was the real power in this room.
…His Nameplate was gold.
“Um, you guys. D-don’t fight. I, I’ll just go get the snacks like I always do.”
The last roommate, who’d been nervously watching the situation unfold, spoke up.
His name was Rom.
He wore a white Nameplate—a Commoner.
The lowest rung in this room’s hierarchy.
“Yeah, yeah. Come here for a second.”
Bruce gestured, and Rom approached.
Smack!
Cheshire’s eyes widened.
Bruce suddenly struck Rom on the head and let out a scream, his face flushed crimson.
“You trying to get hit? I told you to sit quiet as a mouse. I said don’t open your mouth unless I talk to you first, didn’t I?”
“Y-yes. Sorry….”
“Ugh, why do you always forget?”
Simon tapped Rom’s head lightly.
Then, unable to watch any longer, Cheshire stood up abruptly.
His height was considerably taller than the other boys.
He exhaled slowly.
In that instant, Bruce and Simon flinched, shrinking back instinctively.

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