The Duke Dad I Chose Can’t (Really) See Well - Chapter 22

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Chapter 22

Even though I said that, the duke was probably weighing things on a scale right now.

Whether my words were trustworthy or not.

‘But it’s not a bad proposal.’

If I’m suspected of being a spy, it would be better to keep me close and watch me.

The duke gets information.

I get safety.

In conclusion, it wasn’t a bad proposal for either of us.

And if trust gradually builds up, the duke might let go of his suspicions about me, and if things go well, he might even sign the adoption papers.

With that thought making my eyes sparkle, I spoke to the duke again.

“I’ll be your living eyes. Eyes from Agnito that move swiftly anywhere.”

“….”

“How about it?”

The duke said nothing.

After seeming to think it over, he slowly opened his mouth.

“Eyes are already alive.”

For someone who seemed a bit tense, it was a playful answer.

But I wasn’t one to back down.

“Then how about walking eyes?”

“That’s disgusting, so no.”

“Then well-behaved eyes!”

“Just answering like this already shows you’re far from well-behaved. Rejected.”

Though he spoke firmly, the duke chuckled as if it wasn’t too bad.

“Well, I’ll give you credit though. The idea about the bullets was pretty good.”

“Hehe. I think I’m a bit of a genius too, don’t you?”

“If you’re going to be my daughter, you should be able to do at least that much. You’re still far from it.”

The duke nodded and said.

“One week.”

“Yes?”

“Find out something I haven’t seen within a week. If you can.”

“Uh… then that means.”

I can do it, right?

My eyes naturally widened and my heart started pounding.

“Yes! I’ll work hard!”

When I answered energetically, the duke chuckled, saying his ears might fall off.

Then, from behind, a voice calling for the duke was heard again.

“Go now. My daughter has a bit of a sparrow temperament.”

The duke replied carelessly and put me down again. Just as he was about to turn around.

“Um, Duke.”

“What now?”

“I’m sorry for touching the gun carelessly.”

Then the duke looked back at me again.

Actually, it had been bothering me the whole time.

The duke’s words about never touching guns.

‘Well, since I’m from Agnito and touched the gun carelessly, he was probably worried I might cause an accident.’

“Magic is sensitive to the flow of nature. I was curious if it’s also affected when it rains. I didn’t mean anything else by it.”

“….”

“I won’t do anything bothersome. I’m sorry and thank you.”

Though he couldn’t see it, I even bowed my head before turning around.

As I was about to move away holding the other misters’ hands.

“My daughter.”

I stopped at those words and looked back.

Though covered by cloth, his gaze that couldn’t see me was definitely fixed on me.

“I won’t let my daughter use guns or anything like that. I’ll make sure such situations never arise in the first place.”

“….”

“I’m going to raise her as a precious princess, comparable to the Imperial Palace. I’d gladly start a rebellion if anyone dared to touch my daughter.”

A smile that showed his dimples slightly, but with a firm voice.

It meant he had no intention of taking me as his daughter.

‘I must have really lost points.’

But he didn’t take back what he said about making me his eyes.

‘I can make up for mistakes.’

“Yes, understood! Never shoot guns, become a princess! I’ll definitely remember!”

When I answered confidently, the duke, who had seemed a bit stiff, chuckled as if absurd.

He waved his hand as if to say that was enough.

After bowing again, I took the hands of the other blacksmiths who were waiting for me and left that place.

* * *

The sound of footsteps on snow gradually grew distant.

Paterre quietly listened in the direction of that sound.

His reason for getting up early in the morning by his standards was partly because of the weapons, but half of it was because of Hanisha.

He was curious about what she would do with the money and adoption agreement he had given her.

Would she go around getting adoption agreements from key retainers like he had done?

Or would she think that getting some money was enough and run away?

Hanisha’s choice was the former.

“The cute young lady helped us with our work.”

“The horses’ speed increased greatly. It’s thanks to Miss Hanisha.”

“She’s very clever. And she looks just like a baby Maltese…”

“And those curly hair is so adorable…!”

Was it because a small child had entered the gloomy Paterre Castle? Or was it because the child’s abilities were outstanding?

The servants easily fell for the child. Even the blacksmiths who had been with him for a long time went so far as to hand her a gun.

‘Is this that child’s ability?’

It wasn’t a wrong thought.

That day, when Hanisha revealed she was from Agnito.

Paterre immediately ordered an investigation into the child’s family.

Because anyone could freely access the nobility records.

However, nowhere in the Agnito records could Hanisha’s name be found.

It meant everything Hanisha had said was a lie.

Since she had lied so boldly, the emotions he had felt from her were also likely to be skillful lies.

Such a child had dared to fearlessly try to touch a gun.

Moreover, she had openly suggested being a spy and declared she would become his ‘eyes.’

He had only agreed to see how far she would go, but he could just kick her out as is.

“I won’t do anything bothersome. I’m sorry and thank you.”

Why did those words bother him?

And why did his body feel so light? Why did he say he would get rid of those soft, squishy cheeks?

“Your Grace?”

“….”

“Um, Your Grace?”

“Ah… This is really bothering me.”

“Pardon? Did I make some mistake….”

“Let’s talk about the bullets again.”

“Ah, the bullets… Yes, understood.”

He must be planning to scold them about what just happened.

The blacksmiths drooped their shoulders as if reflecting on their actions.

Paterre, who had no way of knowing this, muttered to himself.

“…As I thought, being a father doesn’t suit my constitution. Being alone is more comfortable.”

The period was one week.

There was no way the child could figure anything out in such a short time.

Therefore, this proposal was clearly advantageous to me without a second thought.

Even while thinking that.

For some reason, Paterre kept listening to the sound of the child moving away until the very end.

Only after confirming that the child’s footsteps were filled with the crunching sound of snow rather than glass shards did he turn around.

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A workshop where dark smoke was billowing out from somewhere.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The sound of hammers striking something forcefully could be heard from all directions.

“How is it, Snowflake? Is it noisy?”

“No-o-o!”

Afraid of being drowned out by the overflowing sound of hammers, I raised my voice.

Though my ears and eyes stung a little, it wasn’t unbearable.

This place, where I had come holding the hands of the other blacksmiths, was Stukkyia’s blacksmith shop.

Before my regression, I had once accidentally seen Count Agnito’s Weapon Workshop.

Well-dressed artisans were developing their specialized fields and holding meetings. Behind them, finished products were displayed like works of art.

Works that no one should touch carelessly, that had to be handled very preciously lest they break.

Perhaps that’s why.

“We need to tighten this part a bit more. We can’t do it like this, right?”

“This is my field. Doing it this way is more reliable. Did you forget when Riman almost got hurt because he moved wrong that time?”

“Oh my, right. I forgot about that.”

“Haha! You’ve been losing bets and washing my socks so much that you’ve forgotten the manufacturing methods too!”

Compared to Agnito’s artisans who only held very solemn discussions about how to do this or that to kill better, Stukkyia’s people seemed a bit more good-natured.

At least the beginning of their weapon production would have been to protect themselves and their families from Marsu.

Of course, people in the world didn’t know this, so Stukkyia could never be free from that criticism for life.

‘That’s why I need to find that person as soon as possible. Before that incident happens.’

While I was thinking that.

“I like that spirit of yours. Oh, that’s right.”

The mister who had been nodding his head satisfactorily suddenly looked around somewhere.

“Hey, Younger Boy! Come over here!”

Then someone poked their head out from not far away.

It was a boy who seemed to be my age, with arm guards wrapped around both wrists.

“You called for me! You came early today! I thought you’d be a bit later, so I should have gone out to greet you beforehand….”

“Yeah, yeah.”

The mister pressed down on the boy’s head as if he was being noisy. His red hair was messily flattened under the large palm.

“Since you’re so energetic, introduce this little lady to the surroundings.”

“Little lady?”

At those words, the boy slightly raised his head.

I was still being held by the misters. Then that boy spoke in a friendly tone.

“Ah, this must be the granddaughter you mentioned. Nice to meet you! Your skin color, hair, eye color, and appearance are completely different, but genetics can be like that….”

“No, she’s not my granddaughter.”

“Pardon?”

“She’s a new recruit who just joined. She’s our colleague now.”

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