My Daddy Hides His Power - Chapter 99

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Father hides his strength
Chapter 99
“That’s… what on earth…?”
“Shh!”
I pressed my index finger to my lips.
Then, keeping a nervous eye on Father, who was hammering away in the distance, I mumbled timidly.
“I should only tell the priest…”
“Yes? Only to me? Oh, what in the world is this. Just a moment. How am I supposed to… ah.”
Zadkiel grabbed his head and paced back and forth helplessly, until finally.
“Young lady. This way, please.”
He took my hand with a solemn expression and led me out of the barracks.
* * *
Inside the carriage heading back after temple service.
Father stroked my head affectionately.
“My little princess, you worked hard today.”
“No way. It wasn’t hard for me at all. You worked much harder, Dad. You’re amazing. The temple looks so pretty after just one day.”
“Aha! Well, of course. Father’s strength is totally amazing, isn’t it!”
“That’s right! Hehehehe, you’re the best, Dad!”
“You’re the best too! Our little angel! Mmmmm~!”
Father, now in high spirits, grabbed me and peppered my cheeks with kisses.
I’m not particularly fond of this kind of kiss that squashes my face like a bun, but I allow it.
Because right now, I feel as amazing as Father does!
‘This… this means the revolution moves forward by at least five years because of me, doesn’t it?’
I grinned to myself.
This visit to the temple brought an utterly unexpected harvest.
“Oh, that’s right, princess!”
“Mm?”
“Father has to go to Axion’s place today. Because of Cheshire’s training.”
“Really? Can I come too!”
“Won’t you be tired?”
“No, no! I want to see Cheshire!”
It had been a while since I’d seen him! I bounced with excitement, clenching my fists and swinging them enthusiastically.
“…what’s wrong? Why are you like that?”
But Father was looking at me with half-lidded eyes.
What was with that sly grin?
“What’s wrong…?”
Did I get too excited talking about Cheshire?
Embarrassed, I quickly lowered my eager hands and gazed out the window.
* * *
Libre Duchy.
I sat quietly in one corner of the Training Grounds, watching Father and Cheshire train, lost in thought.
‘When will Cheshire become a Swordmaster like Father?’
Cheshire is strong enough as it is, but he needs to grow even stronger.
More precisely.
‘Strong enough to defeat Father.’
Just then, Cheshire approached me, wiping sweat from his brow.
“Cheshire!”
I quickly handed him water with a bright smile.
“Drink up! You’re working hard today too, aren’t you?”
“Thanks.”
“Hehehehe.”
I rested my chin in my palm and gazed affectionately at Cheshire as he flopped down beside me.
“…what? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Hehehehe. Nothing, nothing.”
The only being in existence capable of severing the neck of the final villain—the Emperor.
The protagonist who will ultimately bring a happy ending to this world.
“Hehe. I like him.”
Suddenly I linked my arm through Cheshire’s and clung to him.
“Ah.”
Of course, he pushed me away cleanly in exactly one second.
“…Sorry. I reek. I sweated a lot.”
“You don’t!”
“I…”
Tch. You just don’t want to spar with me.
I thrust my lips out in a pout.
“You said Dad makes you train too much, but why are you working this hard?”
“……”
Cheshire flinched at that, then answered a beat slower than usual.
“…I have to work hard. He came all this way on purpose.”
“Hmm.”
Well, training with Dad would help him reach Swordmaster faster, so that’s a good thing.
“But, Cheshire.”
“Yeah?”
“How does someone even become a Swordmaster?”
“Like… like him?”
“Yeah.”
“I don’t really know much either.”
Cheshire turned the question back on me.
“That’s what he said when we first met. Don’t you know?”
“What? A Swordmaster?”
“Yeah.”
“Really?”
My mouth fell open.
So Enoch Rubinstein was the very first Swordmaster in this world — the one that always shows up in fantasy novels.
‘I had no idea about that.’
Figures. The story showers the protagonist with everything good — stats, spotlight, all of it.
“I see.”
I rested my chin in my hand and watched Dad there in the Training Grounds.
After spending all that time drilling Cheshire, he still had energy left over to watch sword forms with Axion’s soldiers.
Even though he’d taken care of every task at the Temple, he showed not a trace of fatigue.
That… monster!
‘Will Cheshire ever be able to beat Dad?’
The thought suddenly weighed on me.
In the original story’s ending.
It’s our father who draws a blade against the Emperor first.
The Emperor has no choice if he wants to live, so he drains every last drop of his life force to brainwash Dad.
And in one blow, he ages catastrophically.
‘It was all a setup by Dad.’
He had to exhaust the Emperor’s life completely so Premera couldn’t cause any more trouble.
In the end, the brainwashed Dad and Cheshire fight each other.
Once Cheshire subdues Dad safely and kills the Emperor, it’s over.
That’s precisely why Cheshire has to become a Swordmaster.
He needs to grow as strong as Dad so he can fight him — and pin him down without killing him.
“Sigh.”
But Dad is just too strong.
Watching him show no sign of exhaustion, I couldn’t help but shake my head inwardly.
“…?”
I felt a gaze on me. When I turned, Cheshire was staring straight at me.
“What?”
“Do you like being strong?”
“Huh?”
“I mean, like him.”
“Oh. Well, being strong is nice, obviously. Dad’s amazing.”
“…Yeah.”
The bland conversation lapsed into silence.
Then, after a long pause, Cheshire spoke again.
“But you can’t marry him.”
“Huh?”
“Family can’t marry family.”
“…? I know that already.”
What an absurd thing to say.
“Since you don’t seem to know, I’m telling you.”
Cheshire spoke with the stern gaze of a teacher genuinely instructing a student.
I was baffled.
“Why wouldn’t I know that? I’m not an idiot.”
“You said you were going to marry Father when you grow up.”
“……?”
What was he talking about? I stood there slack-jawed and thinking before it hit me.
“Oh!”
“I said I’m going to marry Father when I’m older!”
―It was just the sort of playful banter that fathers and daughters exchanged as a matter of course.
Father and I did it all the time.
‘Ugh, this silly father of mine. There he goes again, teasing me and then telling everyone the princess said she’d marry him, what a fool….’
He’d certainly been broadcasting his foolishness all over the neighborhood.
I shook my head firmly.
“That’s just a joke! I know family can’t marry each other, didn’t you know? I’m really not stupid!”
“…….”
For some reason, Cheshire rose to his feet with a sullen expression.
“Where are you going?”
“Training.”
“But you’ve barely rested at all.”
“I’ve rested enough.”
“Huh. Don’t go yet—let’s eat pudding with you first. Marta asked me to have pudding with you before you left.”
“No. You eat it yourself.”
Cheshire straightened the Wooden Sword in his grip and fixed his gaze on something in the distance.
The direction where Father and the soldiers were.
“I’m going to get stronger.”
“What? Ches, Cheshire! Wait!”
But he was already gone, rushing back to training before I could catch him.
“Sigh. The pudding….”
I’d have to eat it alone.
I’d been hoping to spend a cozy dessert hour with him after all this time, but here we were.
“I’m going to get stronger.”
Well, getting stronger quickly is a good thing, I suppose.
I stopped in my tracks at the entrance to the house, smiled to myself, and turned back to look.
Beyond the low stone wall of the estate, stretching into the distance.
The Imperial Palace towered at the center of Jedo, vast and grand.
‘Things are about to get chaotic, aren’t they?’
A Divine Revelation descending upon the lowest of places.
The Emperor’s teachings—that commoners and the powerless should not even be treated as human—would be refuted.
Those who had revered the Emperor as a god would fall into confusion.
With this as a catalyst, cracks would form in the Emperor’s absolute power, and soon it would slowly crumble.
I turned my light footsteps back toward the house.
‘Hmph. Am I the only Premera?’
I’m a Premera too.
* * *
Four days later.
The Emperor’s office.
“A Divine Revelation has been received, Your Majesty.”
The Emperor Nicholas, busy scribbling across documents with his pen, was informed by his Advisor Ramon.
Nicholas did not look up, continuing to move his hand.
“A Divine Revelation?”
An unfamiliar word, ancient and dusty.
The sort of archaic ghost story that hadn’t been heard in hundreds of years.
“All of a sudden?”
Nicholas chuckled softly and continued scribbling with his pen.
“Does the High Priest need to resort to outdated theatrics now? Is he that desperate?”
“That is… the Divine Revelation did not come to the High Priest, Your Majesty.”
The pen that had been moving steadily across the paper stopped dead.
Only then did Nicholas lift his eyes, and Advisor Ramon’s face was deathly pale.
“What is this?”
“It appears a Divine Revelation was received by a young priest of the Seraph Temple named Zadkiel.”
“The Seraph?”
The Seraph Temple—a gathering place for vermin.
Those Old Faith Sect dogs who dare not obey the Emperor’s will with proper deference.
Always spouting their petty notions of justice and sacrifice, forever grating on the nerves….
In other words, quite simply.
A cesspool filled with the likes of Enoch Rubinstein—righteous-sounding fools.
“What sort of revelation? How did it come down?”
“H-here it is, Your Majesty.”
Ramon trembled as he placed a single sheet of paper upon Nicholas’s desk.
[The faith of my faithful servants has reached the holy temple above the heavens.
Upon the servants of Seraph, who have quietly upheld my will even through persecution, I bestow my blessing.
When the moon of heaven grows full for the first time since my departure,
all the sick whom Seraph’s servants have cherished and tended shall be healed as though washed clean, and rise from their beds.]
Nicholas’s eyes sharpened as he read it.
“A-according to the Grand Temple’s interpretation….”
Ramon added cautiously, gauging the mood.
“The final day of this month. That is to say, when the full moon rises….”
…….
“…all the sick currently being cared for at the Seraph Temple will be miraculously healed all at once, according to this revelation.”

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