My Daddy Hides His Power - Chapter 6

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Dad’s hiding his true strength.
Chapter 6
I stared at the knights outside with my mouth hanging open, though it seemed I was the only one surprised.
…Was I really the only one shocked? Why does everyone else look so calm?
“I told you to put up a Shield. Why are you standing there gawking?”
Dad returned as if he’d merely taken a leisurely stroll, rolling his shoulders carelessly as he snapped at Axion.
“That Enok Rubinstein drew his sword, but it would’ve been over in seconds anyway. No point wasting Mana.”
“This bastard, I swear.”
Dad’s face darkened, and he grabbed Axion by the collar where he sat mounted on his horse.
“Tch.”
A sharp breath escaped Dad, and he sheathed the sword back into Axion’s scabbard before climbing into the carriage.
“A-ah, Dad…”
“Princess shouldn’t be looking at things like that.”
As the carriage began moving again, the bodies of monster wolves lined the road outside the window, but thankfully Dad covered my eyes and drew the curtain.
I swallowed hard and slowly lowered his hand from my face.
‘What… what did I just see? He’s even more incredible than I thought. James, hiding his true power…’
Dad had decimated thirty monsters in a single stroke, yet his expression remained as indifferent as if he’d merely swatted away a fly.
‘I see now. This is why he’s the protagonist.’
There was an enormous gap between reading about the world’s strongest power as mere text and witnessing it firsthand.
Only now, watching Dad’s display with my own eyes, did I truly understand.
An Ancient Nobility from a Noble Family that had produced only elite-tier Ability Users.
The Empire’s sole Sword Master.
The Silver Wolf of the Battlefield, undefeated in a thousand battles…
The true depths of the protagonist—described as an “out-of-specification existence” at least five thousand times—were beyond anything I’d imagined.
“Princess, my daughter—why do you have that look? Were you very frightened?”
“N-no, I was just… a bit startled.”
“It’s alright. Dad’s here. Come here.”
Held precious in Dad’s embrace as if I were a treasure, gently patted on the back, I swallowed hard once more.
‘Isn’t my rise in status too sudden?’
Having witnessed Dad’s hidden power firsthand, my heart raced wildly.
I’d become the daughter of the world’s strongest being, all in a single day…
* * *
An instant ascent in status!
“Wow. So soft.”
The sensation of wearing premium clothing for the very first time!
This was the Warp Gate Chamber in the Elphasha Temple in the south.
Upon arrival, I changed into a pristine white Priestess Robe with a cloak—the kind worn by the youngest priests.
‘I can’t enter the Temple dressed as a Commoner.’
To repeat myself: though called a Commoner, I’m treated little better than a slave in this wretched world.
Since the Temple housed many Nobility, the priests had hurriedly provided me with the Priestess Robe before we departed.
“Little one, little one.”
“Yes?”
Philip, the orange-haired Holy Knight, called out to me.
“How old are you?”
“What kind of stupid question is that? It’s been seven years since Enok deserted, so I’m seven.”
“Well, you look too small to be seven, so I was just checking.”
Philip and Ben—my uncle and another uncle—bickered back and forth.
While waiting for Dad at the Gate Chamber, I’d grown quite close to these two.
“I am seven.”
“Did Enok starve you?”
“No.”
I shook my head.
“Ever get punished? Aren’t you afraid of your father?”
“When Dad gets angry, what’s it like? Have you ever been hit?”
The two of them showed great interest in me, though their questions were remarkably similar.
Whether Dad frightened me, whether I’d been hit, whether I’d been scolded…
“When I got in trouble with Dad?”
I searched my memory for a time I’d been scolded, struggling to find one.
“When I hid broccoli under my chicken, and when I got caught sneaking chocolate after bedtime…”
“Wow, and you’re so young too? Those things happen, right? He really does raise her strictly.”
“Of course not. Would Enok Rubinstein, of all people, simply accept his own child without question?”
“…No, I had to say he shouldn’t.”
At my addition, Philip and Ben’s eyes widened.
“That’s all?”
“He didn’t hit you?”
“No. My dad isn’t scary. I’ve never been hit or scolded.”
They both looked skeptical.
“Um, uncles… is my dad really that frightening?”
As I asked, Philip and Ben seemed to recall their father from seven years past, their bodies trembling.
“Well, Enok…”
Philip crouched down, swallowed hard, and whispered near my ear.
“…tears bears apart with his bare hands.”
“What?”
“Have you ever seen a bear?”
No.
Ben looked puzzled as I shook my head, face pale.
“Not once? I mean, Zenon is ideal for hiding out, but it’s quite dangerous. There are mountains, wild animals everywhere—it’s been notorious since way back.”
“Huh? No, it’s not like that. Our village isn’t dangerous at all. It’s actually really nice to live in…”
In the middle of speaking, I suddenly recalled something Joe had said in passing.
“Ha! James and his daughter are pure blessings, pure blessings! You have no idea how much better life got after they arrived! Winter used to be a nightmare because of the bears, but after James came, they just… disappeared, like they dried up. Not even a whisker in sight anymore.”
Could it be… did Father tear them apart beforehand?
I swallowed, entertaining what was actually quite a reasonable suspicion.
“Anyway, your father is truly terrifying. Tears bears with his bare hands, takes down Demon Beasts with his fists—everything.”
“Right. The Demon Beasts recognize him from five thousand paces away and flee for their lives. He didn’t earn the title ‘Silver Wolf of the Battlefield’ for nothing.”
As I listened to Philip and Ben trading stories, I tried to imagine Father on the battlefield.
I’d read about it in texts dozens of times, but seeing him in person would surely be far more intimidating…
“He was so stoic—I mean, how stoic can one person be? A commanding officer hard to get close to.”
“But didn’t you two get along a bit better than the others?”
The two exchanged glances and glanced back.
Not far away, Axion stood watching over the Warp Gate.
“Was Enok really trying to kill the captain back there?”
“Yeah. One wrong move and there would’ve been a murder for sure.”
They continued muttering.
“Even so, there’s such a thing as camaraderie—wasn’t that too much?”
“Hey, in that situation, would you see reason? When he’s being blackmailed about his daughter?”
“That’s what amazes me.”
Ben swallowed and studied me intently.
“I mean, even if she’s his daughter, it doesn’t make sense that ‘that’ Enok Rubinstein would lose his composure and rampage like this.”
“Exactly. Honestly, with our strength, we never even expected to bring him back from where he was. That’s why—”
Philip gripped my hand tightly.
“We’re really grateful to you. If we’d come back empty-handed, it would’ve been a disaster.”
“That’s right. We would’ve either died at Enok’s hands or come back with nothing and died before the Emperor instead.”
“Oh, it was nothing.”
For some reason, my shoulders rose.
Ben reached over and patted my head as if I were adorable.
“If you’d seen Enok from back then, you’d understand why we’re like this.”
“Right, right. Those days when there wasn’t a single woman alive who could command that Enok Rubinstein…”
Just as the uncles were about to launch into reminiscence again.
The Warp Gate Chamber door opened.
Father had arrived.
Philip and Ben, who’d been sitting in front of me, turned around and quickly scrambled to their feet.
And I, about to rush toward Father with joy—
‘Wow.’
Was struck dumb.
Seeing Father changed into his formal wear, seeing at last the true ‘protagonist’—Enok Rubinstein.
“Ah… ah.”
A muscular frame wrapped in holy Silver Armor.
The knight’s symbol—a Blue Cloak—draped over one shoulder.
Silver hair and sapphire eyes reclaimed, matching perfectly with…
‘The sheer… presence?’
A Holy Knight in the flesh!
The fierce gleam in his eyes and the set firmness of his lips radiated such presence that I heard phantom music playing.
A grand, sweeping orchestral score—the tension of battle mingled with sacred majesty—seemed to bloom unbidden in my ears.
‘I didn’t even need to read the novel to know he’s the protagonist.’
Maybe I hadn’t been deceived for seven years at all. Maybe I’d just been oblivious.
“Lillis.”
“Mm?”
I swallowed hard and shuffled backward as Father approached, the strangeness of it all catching in my throat.
He stared down at me without once looking away, and then—
He slipped his hands under my armpits and hoisted me into the air like I weighed nothing before he spoke.
“…Thousand? …Saints?”
“What?”
“No, this can’t be. This is impossible. You were an angel…. You were an angel all along, weren’t you, my little princess?”
“Oh.”
I glanced down at my Priestess Robe and understood at once.
Father’s embarrassing behavior was about to begin.
“Oh, Father—wait a moment.”
Please don’t do this!
Before I could stop him, he’d already settled me in his arms and began fussing about, peering over my shoulders.
“Little angel, where are your wings? Hmm? Where have you hidden them?”
“Oh….”
“Good heavens. Lillis, my princess. My treasure. My angel.”
Father’s eyes glistened. His mouth trembled and pulled downward as he mumbled on.
“My daughter looks this beautiful and Father’s had you in rags all this time…. I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’ve failed you.”
“No, rags might be an overstatement….”
Father pressed his forehead to my cheek and nuzzled me shamelessly.
In that moment, every eye in the room was fixed on us.
‘Gods, this is a disaster.’
Their faces hung slack with disbelief and shock.
Mouths hung open as if unhinged, pupils trembling helplessly.
‘The terrifying, taciturn, coldly stoic silver wolf of the battlefield…. All that just crumbled away.’
Trapped in Father’s arms as he practically devoured my cheeks with kisses, I couldn’t resist—I just hung there limply.
“P-please stop….”
Off in the distance, even Axion—who’d shown almost no expression until now—had his mouth hanging open.
He shook his head slowly, then turned away as though he’d seen something he couldn’t unsee, muttering to himself.
“That’s… a bit much.”

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