Raising the Grand Duke of the North as a Farmer Behind Dad’s Back - Chapter 2

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Episode 2
Ch. 1 The Circumstances of a Child Who Resolved to Grow Up Early
[ Have you seen it? This is the sin of Dantelion Klein. ]
“What—what in the world did I just—?!”
What have I seen?
My head felt as though it might split from the deluge of information.
When I came to my senses, I found myself alone in a space of pure white, having been “injected” with truth.
‘But where is this? I was dead. At ten years old!’
Could this be the space of souls, a one-on-one meeting with God, something like that?
No, wait—that’s not the important part.
“Is this real? My father has really been repeating Regression to save me?”
[ Yes. ]
A chill ran through me.
I was certain my blood had drained away entirely.
The luminous mass hovering before my eyes—the divine being itself—spoke.
[ Dantelion Klein has turned back the world’s time ninety-nine times. To save his only daughter. ]
……I know. I saw it myself.
Of course, I hadn’t witnessed all ninety-nine lives he’d lived. I saw only fragments, fleeting glimpses of memory—yet the shock was beyond words.
[ Now then, your hundredth life is about to begin…… child. ]
“……What?”
[ Will you truly stand by and watch his ruin unfold? ]
“What? Of course I don’t want that!”
[ As the price for committing a Taboo, Dantelion Klein’s Holy Power has already been corrupted to its limit. ]
“……!”
[ If things continue as they are, the hundredth life will unfold exactly as before, and his corruption will spiral out of control—and he will die. ]
Every hair on my body stood on end.
I’d heard of it somewhere before.
‘The Fate of a Fallen Holy Knight.’
It was truly horrifying.
A Holy Knight whose corruption ran rampant would eventually transform into a monster.
Losing all reason, he would destroy everything around him and himself in mindless rampage, meeting the most agonizing death imaginable.
‘With Holy Power like Father’s—half the empire wouldn’t be out of the question.’
And beyond that, his soul would be torn asunder, left to eternal suffering…….
“No!”
Nothing less than annihilation itself.
Terror washed over me suddenly, and tears spilled from my eyes.
With trembling hands, I begged the divine being.
“P-please, Goddess! Teacher! Just—just this once! I p-promise in the next life I’ll teach my father more carefully! So please!”
[ It is not something that can be overlooked to that degree, which is precisely why I have called you here. ]
“S-sob—please…… My father did nothing wrong. It’s my fault…… I kept dying!”
Tears and snot streamed down my face. I was in complete panic.
That the most noble father would have to face the most shameful death because of me…….
This was truly a terrible breach of filial duty.
I could not let it pass.
The divine being let out a long sigh.
[ I warned him repeatedly, yet it was Dantelion himself who continued to make choices against the natural order. Humans must bear responsibility for their choices. ]
“B-but adults don’t always take responsibility, so—shouldn’t my father be allowed to as well? Please…….”
I clung to the divine being’s abstract pant leg, sobbing uncontrollably.
[ ……Enough of that. Why do you think I called you here? ]
“……!”
[ There is not entirely no way to save him. ]
My tears stopped at once.
“What is that method?!”
[ He must not repeat the same mistake. In other words, he must live a different life from now on. ]
“……!”
In other words.
“Father would have to—in the next life—not commit the ‘sin of Regression’ again? Go back to being a model Holy Knight and live diligently……?”
[ Perceptive. ]
“I understand…….”
A sliver of hope flickered before me.
But at the same time, something inside me seemed to go dark—like a light switched off.
Father’s Regression was because of me.
Every time I died, he kept rewinding time, over and over.
‘The most certain way to solve the original problem is to eliminate the cause.’
I raised my hand carefully and asked just to be sure.
“Um, is it… are you healing my illness so I don’t die?”
[ I’m sorry, but that’s difficult. Your soul was always meant to be born in the Divine Realm. The fact that you can speak with me like this is precisely because of that. ]
“Wait—am I a god?”
Father! I’ve made it!
[ To be precise, a Divine Messenger. ]
“A what?”
[ Not that kind of messenger. In other words—yes. In the Divine Realm, we also call them angels. ]
The god continued speaking.
[ Such a soul was wrongly cast into the Mortal World and thus has no place there. Most children who die before reaching adulthood are in this situation. This is caused by the Divine Spirit Overflow phenomenon in the Divine Realm, you see…. ]
The god rambled on with various explanations.
I hung my head, looking deflated.
‘I kind of knew it wouldn’t work.’
I’d always been quick to understand reality. I’d always adapted well. Living with an ailing body teaches you resignation naturally, inevitably.
More than anything, if Father—who was so impossibly strong—had failed ninety-nine times, then it was simply impossible.
Which meant the conclusion was clear.
In this hundredth life,
I must not live as Father’s daughter.
Father rewinds time entirely because of me.
If I simply disappeared from Father’s life, he would have no reason to commit that Forbidden Act.
‘It’s sad, but what can’t be helped can’t be helped.’
I rose from where I sat and wiped away the tears that threatened to fall again. My resolve crystallized instantly.
I took a deep, solemn breath. Then I spoke.
“All right. Then in the next life, I’ll live as a stranger to Father! So please, erase all of Father’s memories!”
At my resolute declaration, the god fell silent for a moment. Then I felt a warmth bloom across my cheek—as though the god were gently caressing me.
‘I can’t repay the grace of raising me by causing a Divine Spirit Overflow.’
My life was painful and short. But I never once thought of myself as weak or unhappy.
Because Father was always there, appearing like a hero from a fairy tale whenever I was about to falter, holding me close.
Thanks to that tender love, I was abundantly warm and full of happiness.
‘So now….’
it’s my turn to repay him!
‘Father, thank you for loving me.’
Thank you for making me your daughter ninety-nine times.
Because of you, I think I won’t be so afraid even if I’m alone again!
I laughed as though Father were right before me.
“This time, I’ll be the one to save you!”
The moment my words ended,
a brilliant radiance bloomed.
Light unlike anything I’d ever seen enveloped my entire body.
* * *
Again, the slums of District Z.
“Bread! There’s bread!”
“It’s mine, get back!”
Adults were shouting at the top of their lungs.
‘Hot—here again…!’
My eyes snapped open at the commotion.
And in the same instant, it came flooding back.
‘The memory from my past life—!’
Heavens above!
I’d returned. To that moment where Father always reappeared!
‘My hundredth life… has begun!’
[ #@%$ㅇ!$%@#&ㄹ%#$…@#%!$# ]
“Hm?”
But then, in the corner of my vision, I saw a white fragment floating about—something I couldn’t quite make sense of.
As if it had something to tell me, it kept circling around me.
‘Hmm? It feels somehow… similar to the god…?’
A sacred gnat like this.
Just as I was about to examine it more closely, wondering if it was a new species,
“Hey, you little pest, stop getting in the way and move!”
“Ugh! I’m still trying to figure out what’s happening!”
My body flipped over hard.
Tumble, tumble, tumble. A six-year-old’s unremarkable body rolled without gaining a single scrap of bread.
“Whimper, it hurts…….”
I picked the stone fragments embedded in my palm.
My short limbs were covered in raw red scrapes. I quickly rubbed away the tears that were welling up.
‘No, I can’t cry.’
There’s no one to comfort me now that Father is gone.
I had to forget quickly those memories of the past life, when Father had cherished and protected me.
Growwwwl.
My hungry belly, empty for days, jolted me back to reality.
‘I promised myself I’d eat well and live well on my own this time!’
I lifted my head. Clarity flooded through me.
‘Bread!’
To live independently and with spirit from now on, I first had to fill my belly.
I took a deep breath, trembling but determined.
“Let’s do this!”
I clenched my fist tight and threw myself between the adults’ legs. Shouts, curses, and fists flew from every direction.
‘D-don’t be scared!’
I forced strength into my shaking legs and held firm.
That’s when I spotted the man who’d knocked me to the ground earlier.
‘Wait?’
I hadn’t noticed before, but both his pockets were bulging.
‘Everyone’s supposed to get just one loaf!’
I hesitated for a moment. But I didn’t waver long. Before hunger, morality and dignity meant nothing.
“Huh? What is this little rat doing now!”
“Ow!”
I quickly snatched the bread from the man’s pocket and bolted. His reflexive swing caught me across the forehead, but at least he didn’t grab me.
A violent shout echoed behind me, but…….
‘I wasn’t scared. Not scared at all!’
I tore through the village, shoving the bread into my mouth. My forehead throbbed with a swollen lump, but I bore it.
Before the Regression, I’d been so cautious that I let the older boys steal all my bread, but I wouldn’t make that mistake again.
I kept running.
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The white gnat I’d seen earlier kept chasing me, but I figured it was just because I was filthy, so I decided to ignore it.
I chewed the dry bread roughly and thought to myself.
‘I have to live well on my own.’
I would live very, very well by myself.
There’s no Father coming to save me anymore.
“In my next life, I’ll live as a stranger to Father. So please erase all of Father’s memories from me!”
That’s how I had begged.
[ Your wish is granted. ]
“Sniff, hic…….”
The bread caught in my throat.
It was probably because of the tears.
But now I truly couldn’t cry anymore. I wasn’t an ordinary six-year-old, after all.

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