chapter 8,9 and 10
My Daddy Hide His Power – Chapter 8 – Readhive
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It's a pity that the empty eyes seemed to have died, but the boy had a beauty that could be described as special.
'I'm sure! Obviously, the impression is getting clearer as you go up to the lead role!'
That's how I naturally realized the laws of the world.
I'm also too cute to be an extra, so didn't Aunt Susan compliment me so much that her saliva dried up in her mouth?
'It turned out that I wasn't an extra either. What the hell is extra. I'm—'
Suddenly, my head hurt because of my existence. I tried not to think about it on purpose.
'Ah. First, let's set my worries aside.'
That's right. My feelings were saying that this child is Cheshire.
Black hair and red eyes.
First of all, this child's appearance was like the description of Cheshire's appearance. If I look for a child with black hair and red eyes, of course, there will be other kids like him.
However—it was the situation in which 'Enoch Rubinstein', the 'main character', found a 'handsome child' with 'black hair' and 'red eyes'.
This is no coincidence.
It must have followed the progress of the original story 100%.
"W, what's your name?"
"…."
The boy didn't answer the question that I had asked him so suddenly.
Well. He seems to be on guard, so there's no way he will open his mouth easily.
"Kid, does it hurt a lot? Can you get up?"
When Dad reached out his hand, the boy watched it for a moment and woke up alone. Then he limped past us.
"Wait a minute. You."
Tak—!
My dad's hand, which was trying to hold the boy's hand, flew out.
The boy took turns looking at me and my dad once more, then slowly disappeared with empty eyes.
"Hey, wait!"
"Lilith."
The boy took turns looking at me and his father once more, then slowly disappeared with empty eyes. Dad smiled bitterly and said.
"You know, princess. There are many people who don't like aristocrats."
"Ah, ung."
"He's uncomfortable, so let's just help out until here."
Even as he said that my dad kept looking at the boy's back as he came out of the alley, I laughed to myself as I looked at my dad, who seemed to be attracted to him for some reason.
'This is inside of the novel, for sure. The original work is progressing well, step by step.'
Perhaps this was the first meeting between Enoch Rubinstein and Cheshire, who met by chance.
"Let's go, princess."
"Ung."
Dad was silent as he grabbed my hand and started walking again. My dad's head, which seemed to have a lot of thoughts, could be seen for some reason.
Even though it's been 7 years since he returned, the truth about this rotten country is still not pleasant. Moreover, he was worried about his daughter, who would eventually have to get used to living here.
And his heart is strangely drawn to the boy I saw a while ago.
Well, he must…be thinking about things like that.
"Dad."
I used strength on my dad's hand, which I held carefully.
"Ung. Princess. Why?"
"You know, can't I make friends as I want?"
"What do you mean?"
"I'm an aristocrat. Then… I can't make friends with commoners, right?"
My dad was silent for a moment when I asked him.
Enoch Rubinstein. A righteous revolutionary who was skeptical of this insane imperial hierarchy. Perhaps it was a question that was boiling in the blood of the revolution, which had already been filled in him even before he lost his daughter.
"That's not true. Lilith."
As expected, my dad had firm eyes.
"It doesn't matter who you want it to be. Noble or commoner, powerful or powerless. As long as you like it, you can be friends with anyone."
"Really?"
"Of course."
My dad smiled and pinched my cheek slightly.
"Dad, Dad. You know that kid from before. Are you sure he's gonna be okay? Can I leave it as it is?"
"Hmm?"
"He was injured a lot, but would he get proper treatment? No, more than that… I don't think he even says hello because he doesn't like nobles. What if he gets hit again?"
"…I know."
"Where did he go…"
"Does it bother you that much when it's the first time you meet him?"
"Yes!" I looked up at my dad. "I don't know why, but I keep thinking about it. I think…I want to be friends."
My dad looked a little surprised.
That's right. He must have thought of that boy with a strange feeling, but his daughter suddenly says the same thing.
"Can't Daddy find him again later and help him? I wonder if he got treated, and I'd like to talk to him, but…."
"Ha, haha."
Dad stared blankly at me and soon began to laugh.
"I…"
Then he held me up and murmured, rubbing his forehead against my cheek.
"…I gave birth to an angel."
"Are you going to find him and help him?"
"Yes, let's do that. Of course I should. Has Daddy ever not listened to my Princess?"
"Hahaha. Dad is the best. Thank you."
I hid my bitter expression as I dug into my dad's arms.
'According to the original story, Cheshire must be living in the Marquis of Onyx by now.'
According to Cheshire Rubinstein's setting number 6—
Originally, he was abused as an illegitimate child of a certain noble family, and by chance, he caught Enoch Rubinstein's eye and was adopted as an adopted child.
– He is an illegitimate child of a noble family, and he must have had a very poor childhood.
Of course, the unhappy childhood wasn't described in the book.
It is explained later that he was the illegitimate son of the Marquis of Onyx.
'I know where you are now, because I know….'
The story of Cheshire's abuse, which was meant to make him rebel against the nobility, was too sad to bear. Not like a child, anyone who saw Cheshire's empty expression must have the same feelings as me.
'Wait, Cheshire. I'll find you as soon as possible.'
****
There was no last name, but the first name was Cheshire.
After living with his mother, who was a maid for 11 years, he was abandoned in front of the Marquis of Onyx half a year ago.
His father, Marquis Onyx, who he didn't even know existed, was a great man.
A noble of the Quarto class.
He was second only to Dos.
"Jonathan, have you finally lost your mind? What are you doing by leaving him outside?"
Cheshire stared blankly at his father, Marquis Onyx, and his half-brother Jonathan, arguing.
His half-brother Jonathan greatly despised his father's illegitimate son, Cheshire.
Today, he secretly dragged Cheshire out like a dog, left it in the middle of the capital, and went home alone.
"I can't see that insect in this house!"
"Shut up! Then you tell me what to do! What will you do if I throw him away and get a sudden inspection of a people with power by the Imperial Army!"
The Marquis Onyx breathed heavily.
"If they find out that he's a person with power, they will question his parents. It's only a matter of time before the bloodline is revealed and then I'll not only have an illegitimate child, but I'll also be a person who threw him outside like trash."
"But you're not even going to let the world know about that illegitimate child! That insect is mixed with low blood!"
"That's why I just lock it up and raise him without anyone knowing!"
"If you're going to do that, just kill him without them knowing it. I hate just being in the same space with him!"
"…."
The Marquis Onyx was silent at Jonathan's words.
What that silence meant was hesitation.
Even though it makes him look dirty and hurts his reputation, he can't kill him because his own blood is still flowing.
The hesitation that comes from good conscience and self-blame.
"Don't ever do anything like today again. Don't meddle in anything else."
Marquis Onyx looked at Cheshire, who was sitting on his knees and left the room coldly.
"Hey, insect bastard."
Jonathan's fists were stretched over Cheshire's head as if he were waiting.
Instinctively, Cheshire blinked once.
Then the world slowed down. Very slowly, as if someone had done some magic.
He'll probably have to wait 10 minutes for that fist to touch his cheek.
Is he making time go slowly, or is he tricking his own eyes?
Cheshire didn't quite know what kind of strange ability this was. He was only vaguely guessing that it was the ability he had because he was a person with power.
"W, what's your name?"
Suddenly, he remembered a little girl in a priest's uniform that he encountered in an alley.
If it were a young priest, of course, she would be a high-ranking person with ability. He doesn't know such people. The lives of countless powerless people and low-class people under their feet—.
'I'm sick of it.'
Cheshire thought.
The nobles are both arrogant and cruel. Like his father and half brother.
'Ah."
At last, his head returned to his fist. The world has slowed down, and the punches are slow, but the pain is still there. The reason why he could avoid it but didn't do it was that he shouldn't raise his brother's anger.
Because that's right.
The people in the lower class shouldn't dare to look up to the people in the higher class, and they shouldn't go against their mood.
'Just get it over with and get lost!'
Cheshire closed his eyes.
Then the world found its time again.
He quickly got used to the fists and kicks that were now being used.
'It would be easier if I died. Is that scary again?'
Chesir crouched down and endured the kicking in the air, helping himself.
Even if he knows how to die, he can't do it. But, as he was hungry, he didn't run away and just returned to the Marquis.
He felt so disgusted with himself.
He doesn't have the courage to kill himself, so it would be nice if everything would disappear naturally.
"Cough! Cough!"
Cheshire, who was left alone, slowly blinked while looking up at the ceiling. Then, suddenly, his hand went into his pants pocket.
A handkerchief was handed over by a noble girl.
"I, I'm sorry… I'm sorry I suddenly touched you. I'll leave it here."
Cheshire couldn't understand why he brought this.
He looked at the handkerchief with the rabbit on it, then grabbed it tightly in his hand and muttered in a dry voice.
"I want to die…."
My Daddy Hide His Power – Chapter 9 – Readhive
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I finally arrived in the Capital townhouse. As soon as I saw my dad's original house, I exclaimed with admiration.
"Whoa, it's really, really big."
The first thing I see beyond the grand gate is a full green garden with a marble fountain and an angel statue holding a water bottle. Beautifully maintained landscape along the arch decorated with spring flowers.
And after that, a magnificently built white mansion in a D(ㄷ)-shape—.
'Does this make sense? A mansion of this size on a small capital?'
I have a feeling that it will be amazing, but the majesty of Duke Rubinstein was much beyond anything that I could have imagined. Anyway, I was curious as to whether or not my dad, who had lived in the countryside for 7 years, would also be surprised; however, his expression said nothing to me.
Dad immediately pulled the rope on the gate to announce the arrival.
"Huh? D, dad! Wait!"
"Hmm? What's wrong?"
"I need to prepare my heart—!"
"Ahaha! Hey, there's nothing to be nervous about, princess."
Doesn't Dad tremble? Because he probably hasn't seen his family members in 7 years. It didn't appear a few times in the original, but there are definitely people who exist here.
The butler uncle who was really nice to my dad's adopted son Cheshire, the cheerful soldier who sparred with Cheshire every day, and—.
'Grandfather.'
Nordic Rubinstein, Enoch Rubinstein's father, whose force was no joke every time he appeared. Grandfather, who was noble to the bone and a powerful person with a Dos Class, gave off such a sense of dignity that I could see it in the type.
The reason why I am worried about meeting such a grandfather is that he was a very good person for Cheshire in the original story.
Why? Because he pretends to be indifferent on the outside, but he takes care of everything
'I wish he would also be nice to me. It must be hard, right?'
I was a little nervous.
I think I waited for about three minutes?
The butler uncle, accompanied by about ten maids in maid clothes, rushed in and opened the gate.
"Y—Y, Young Lord. R, r, really… you're really back."
"Yeah, Rem. It's been a while."
Yeah! The butler, Rem Uncle!
Rem, who made a good impression, looked at my dad for a long time, even with tears in his eyes. Then he found me and jumped.
"Oh. Oh my gosh! T, t, this person is the Young Lord's—! Oh, no way!"
I swallowed my nervousness, unfolded the skirt of my priest's uniform, and greeted like a lady.
"H, hello. My name is Lilith."
"Oh! H, hello. Lady Lilith. My name is Remion Santos. Please feel free to call me Rem."
Rem shook his hands like he had tremors, then turned around and looked at the maids behind him.
Some were covering their mouths, and others held their heads. Everyone had a similar expression.
"Oh my. Y, you are like an angel."
"I think she looks just like the Young Lord?"
"S, she's so cute—hmph!"
I looked into their eyes and felt relieved. I was a little worried, but it seems I got a more favorable reaction than I thought.
"How long are you going to keep us outside?"
"Ah, look at my mind! I'm sorry Young Lord. I'm sorry, Lady Lilith. I've never seen such an emotional moment in my 50 years of life."
"Don't make a fuss."
My dad smiled, took my hand, and then followed where Rem led us.
It took a full five minutes to walk through the huge garden.
"We received the news that the Holy Knights had gone to meet their Young Lord, but to be honest, neither of us, nor the Great Lord, were expecting much."
"Then my father would be shocked to see my face."
"Of course. He will be very happy. Uh, I…I never thought I would be able to see my Young Lord before I die, really."
Rem tightened his lips and snorted as if he were crying.
"That's right. Lady Ordia is also here."
"Nunim too?" (t/n: the formal way to call older sister. I will just use Nunim in dialogue)
My head went blank at my dad's surprising question. If it's Nunim, it must be Dad's older sister.
She was my aunt.
"Yes. Just in case the Young Lord is back. She has been staying with the Young Masters for two weeks already."
I knew that my dad was the second child of a family with one daughter and one son.
But his sister never appeared separately in the original story, so this is the first time I've heard her name.
'Ugh, so this is reality.'
Those who have been mentioned in a flash before are now appeared in front of me as "real" people, not as print types.
As soon as I heard my aunt's name, whom I didn't know, that sense of reality touched my skin.
"I'll order the kitchen to prepare dinner grander than ever before. This, my will rose up."
Rem clenched his fists and said, bringing my dad and me into the grand mansion.
'Oh my.'
This time I didn't want to look like a fool, so I only let out an exclamation inwardly.
'I, it's a palace. It's a palace.'
It was incredible. There was no other way to express it other than that.
The white exterior of the mansion made it look a little cold, but the warm wood tones inside made it feel cozy. A luxurious-looking carpet was laid in the spacious interior, and wide stairs on both sides drew a round curve and boasted a majestic figure.
As I raised my head until my neck was bent, I could see each floor, and each hallway was decorated with expensive tapestries, paintings, and jewelry frames.
Even the golden candlesticks hung between them looked expensive.
'I, is that really gold? Is it real gold?'
For some reason, I felt a little intimidated because I felt like I was in a place that didn't fit me.
When I gave strength to the hand that was holding me, Dad looked down at me.
"Why, Princess?"
"I, it's nothing."
James Brown, who hid not only his strength but also his wealth—.
"We will go to the Great Lord first—"
"Ah, enough. I'll be there on my own. He is in his room, right?"
"Yes."
"Okay. Go do your work. Good job."
My dad took my hand and went up the stairs on the right without hesitation.
'I'm nervous! Help me!'
I bit my dry lips.
When we arrived in the first room on the right side of the second floor, my dad simply opened the door.
"D, dad! Wait—!"
I didn't even have time to prepare myself when the door opened wide.
Grandfather sitting in front of a luxurious mahogany desk and a woman standing next to him and talking for a while.
Their heads turned towards us.
"Oh, no way. Oh my. Enoch."
The startled woman covered her mouth with her wide-open eyes.
Her silver hair and blue eyes were raised like a lady. No matter who sees it, it's obvious that she's my dad's sister. And it's clear that she's my aunt.
"I am here, Father."
My dad talked as if he had left home yesterday and come back today.
To that absurd greeting, Grandfather responded with an expressionless expression.
'T, the force is no joke.'
Even though he was sixty years old, the grandfather, who looks just like my dad, had a strong look. His neat appearance, not even a single strand of hair, exuded the dignity of aristocrats even when he was just sitting.
'I'm scared.'
My grandfather was scary because he didn't show any emotion, unlike my aunt, who covered her mouth and looked at me with tears in her eyes.
He got up slowly and walked over to my dad and me.
As I got closer, I could see my grandfather's expression more clearly, and I realized.
His trembling jaw and eyes stared as if to kill him.
And he doesn't even look at me.
Only grandfather didn't seem happy with us, unlike the people of the Duke family.
"You punk, now—"
I'm sure he'll be angry. Of course, there will be joy, but there will also be anger.
Whatever the reason, my dad forgot where he was and irresponsibly left the house without contact for 7 years.
"You are very old. It hurts."
"This punk!"
"Father, there's a kid next to him!"
The moment my grandfather's hand went up as if it were going to hit my father, my aunt behind me shouted.
Then the grandfather stopped with his arms up in the air.
Soon, the gaze of my grandfather, who had never touched me, came down.
As soon as I made eye contact with my grandfather, I instinctively lowered my head and held my dad's pants tightly as I trembled.
It—was just like a tiger.
If a tiger turns into a human, maybe this is what it feels like.
"Is this your daughter?"
"What do you mean 'this'? To my princess."
"You raised her well by yourself for seven years without contacting me if she lived or died."
I could feel it in a cold tone.
Grandfather— was blaming me, just as I was causing him to worry.
'As expected… He thinks he's been away from his son for seven years because of me.'
Wealth, power, aristocratic life— it was not difficult to predict Enoch Rubinstein's intentions, who had abandoned all of them and disappeared suddenly.
Because he disappeared with his newborn daughter.
He doesn't want to raise his daughter as people with power. So it's just for the sake of his daughter.
'Even if I am a grandfather, I would hate a child like me. Well, to be honest, I expected a little bit of this reaction, right?'
A granddaughter who made his son, who was in his prime, live alone for seven years and cut him off from his family.
To my grandfather, of course, my existence wouldn't be pleasant.
'Lilith, you idiot. Don't be disappointed. It's natural. It's natural. Even though I don't want to be hated.'
I felt like I had to say something, so I just opened my trembling lips and muttered.
"I… I, I'm sorry… ."
My Daddy Hide His Power – Chapter 10 – Readhive
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"…Princess? Lilith? What are you sorry about, my princess?"
I heard my father's bewildered voice. I couldn't even lift my head for fear of seeing Grandfather's scary eyes, so I grabbed Dad's pants.
"Father, please relax your face. She's scared."
"Noisy."
However, Grandfather only answered coldly. Soon, a shadow fell over me as I bowed my head. When I lifted my eyes, I could see my Grandfather's face with his knees bent right in front of me.
Then he reached out to me with an expressionless face.
'D, don't tell me, will he hit me?'
He approached me slowly to the point that I could have avoided it, but I just closed my eyes tight.
'…Huh?'
Then I opened my eyes again with the warmth that gently touched my cheek.
'W, what is it?'
Pinch.
I looked at Grandfather with a stupid face and blinked at the pinch on my cheek, which didn't hurt.
Grandfather stood still and stopped pinching my soft cheeks. He was trembling for some reason, even though it was a very small movement.
"Ah…"
As I looked into the blue eyes of my Grandfather, who looked just like my Dad, I realized.
These eyes, and these trembling—.
I knew it!
When Jimmy's tricolor cat gave birth, this was the response that made my body tremble as I looked at the adorable kittens!
"Ugh."
I could hear my dad's little laugh above my head.
'Ha, does Grandfather think I'm cute?'
I quickly cleared my throat when I finally regained the sense I had lost because I was nervous.
"G, Grandpa!"
Grandfather, it's a tongue that's matured enough to pronounce things easily, but— I purposely twist it cutely.
"I am Lilith! seven years old!"
I greeted him shyly.
Grandfather swallowed his saliva. His neck was seen to be shaking very loudly. I smiled shyly, approached my grandfather timidly, and dug into his arms.
"Grandpa…nice to meet you."
"…."
Grandfather, who had become stiff, finally hugged me and helped me slowly get up.
My Grandfather, who was as tall as my Dad, gave me a big hug, looked at me closely, and said.
"…Yeah. I'm your grandfather."
I swallowed a laugh and hugged my Grandfather's neck.
It smelled just like my dad.
* * *
After seven years, the three people got together again and talked for a very long time. But, maybe that wasn't enough, so I went outside with my aunt while my dad and grandfather said they had something to talk about separately.
Now on the way to my aunt's room.
"Whoa."
I grabbed my aunt's hand and eagerly followed her with my short legs until she stopped.
"Oh my, my. I'm sorry."
"Yes?"
"I walked a little fast. It's because I'm so excited right now."
"No, it's not true!"
I admired my aunt, who smiled kindly.
'Wow, she's really pretty… She's not the main character, but is it the main character's sibling buff?'
My aunt, Ordia, who married the Duke of Antrace, was a noble lady of elegant beauty and flowing grace.
My aunt stared at me and then suddenly burst into tears and covered her mouth.
"Oh, Lilith. How could there be such angelic babies?"
"No. Aunt is much prettier like an angel…."
"What?"
My aunt rubbed my cheek with her hand and smiled at me. Then she mumbled bitterly.
"You know, actually, I worried about you more than Enoch. Such a small, cute, and weak child—"
"…."
"…I can't believe you had a hard life. From now on, wear only good clothes in good places and eat only good things. you absolutely have to. Because you're Rubinstein."
No, I mean— living in a hut in a small mountain village with my dad wasn't that bad. It's because my dad said that I did the laundry for nothing.
It seemed that my aunt thought I was chewing grass in the corner of the countryside and working hard.
"Ah, look at my mind. Let's go, Lilith. Let me introduce you to your cousin brothers."
"Brothers?"
"That's right, my two sons. They're twins. I'm worried because they're so playful, but they're still good kids. They always talk about wanting Dongsaeng. They will like you very much." (T/n: 동생 here means younger brother or younger sister.)
The moment I heard the word twins, I stopped walking in surprise.
'T, that's right. If they were my aunt's sons, they would be the Young Master Antrace.'
The twins of the Duke of Antrace.
They are Enoch Rubinstein's nephews, one Paladin, and one Magic Swordsman.
'And…'
I gulped down my saliva as I glanced at the happy aunt's face.
'…In this novel in which people die every now and then, both of them are going to die.'
The twins were one of the few people to whom my dad's adopted son, Cheshire, opened his heart. So when people who followed him, like his own brothers, died, Cheshire almost went crazy.
"Well, our Theo is a bit weak, so I'm worried."
"Ah, I, I see."
When my aunt added that she was worried, I was dazed.
Theo. Theo Antrace—.
It was the name of the one who died first.
"Everyone, look who's here!"
My aunt, who arrived in the room, opened the door wide. Then the two boys, who had been lying on the table as if bored, raised their heads.
'Huh, it looks like it was actually copied and pasted.'
Although I expected it because it was often explained that it was a look that the naked eye could never distinguish.
The two were identical.
"Wow! Are you really here?"
"What is this? Why is she so small?"
The two of them got down from the chairs, came up to me, and tilted their heads with wide-open eyes.
One to the left, one to the right.
'The behavior is the same—'
With blonde hair like honey and blue eyes similar to mine.
The twins, dressed in fine clothes, looked elegant and like nobles even though their face was full of mischievousness.
"They really look like each other, right? It's embarrassing to say, but if the kids are determined to deceived me, I can't tell the difference even as their mother."
My aunt shook her head and introduced me to the twins.
"Leon, Theo. Your uncle came back a little while ago. This cutie is your cousin. She says her name is Lilith."
"Wow, Lilith? Nice to meet you. I'm Theo Antrace. I'm 12 years old."
Theo, wearing a blue earring on the left, put his face close to me with a rather excited expression.
'So it's you….'
Theo, a Paladin (to be), had a friendly personality as described in the original. Theo, who was angry like it was his own business whenever someone talked about Cheshire's unclear origin— and whenever Cheshire was depressed, Theo noticed like a ghost and gently comforted him—.
'Even if you were like me, you would have no choice but to follow me like an older brother.'
Theo died of a rare congenital disease in the spring of the following year when he was appointed as a knight. So in terms of the number of years, it's probably less than four years away.
"Nice to meet you too, brother! I am seven years old, Lilith!"
I grabbed Teo's finger with a small hand and greeted him kindly with pity.
"Ah… hmm."
Theo looked at my aunt, who was standing next to me, and wiggled the corners of his mouth as if he was both embarrassed and happy.
My aunt nodded with a smile, and Theo patted my head awkwardly.
"Whoa, it's pretty—"
"Ahahaha."
"Whew…Leon, you should say hello to Lilith too, right?"
My aunt, who was happy to watch Theo and me, said.
Leon, wearing a red earring in his right ear, was half hiding behind my aunt and looking at me curiously.
"…She's seven and she's very small. Stupid. I was really big when I was seven."
"What? Are you calling your sister stupid?"
Leon pulled my aunt's skirt for no reason, maybe because he was embarrassed.
"Lilith, your older brothers look the same, but their personalities are completely different. Theo is sweet and kind. I'm worried about Leon because he's playful."
"What about me? Ouch!"
Aunt gave the naughty boy a light hit on the head and rubbed her forehead like she was tired.
"Leon, be quiet. Please say something nice. How many times did Mother tell you that Ladies doesn't like you? How many days has it been since you caught a spider and made fun of Young Lady Valerin? Do you want to get in trouble again?"
"That's because Erica Valerin said she likes spiders."
"She said that because she wanted to get close to you because you said you liked insects, but there's no Lady who really likes furry giant spiders!"
It must be hard to raise a son—.
I smiled awkwardly as I watched my aunt sigh deeply.
Leon, a Magic Swordsman (to be), was playful and talkative, so he fought with Cheshire in everything.
Of course, he doesn't mean it because Leon cares more about Cheshire than anyone else.
Leon glanced at me in the middle of being scolded by my aunt. Our eyes kept meeting.
'Phew, this crazy novel that kills half of the characters is now a true story….'
When I saw Leon, a mischievous 12-year-old boy, I couldn't help but think of one corner of the original story.
「Blood was constantly pouring out of the wound. Cheshire held Leon, who was breathing heavily, in his trembling arms.
"L, Leon. Brother…you can't die like this. Please wake up."
"Ugh. you idiot. Are you crying? Don't cry…You're such a loser."
"Haa, ha. P, please hang in there. Brother, please…"
"This punk, you call me brother when I'm about to die. You bastard, I saved you… Don't die like an idiot."
"B, brother—!"
"…Please, you must come back alive."
With the last request, the light of life faded from Leon Antrace's eyes.」
'Wow, I think I'm going to cry again.'
A large-scale beast subjugation battle that appears in about two volumes of the original.
Leon dies there.
While blocking the front of Cheshire, who was about to be attacked, he was attacked instead.
The part was written so well that I remember using two rolls of toilet paper as I read it.
'A crazy novel with no happiness to the supporting role!'
Before I knew it, I approached Leon and grabbed his pants.
He seems like a nice and pitiful brat.
"Brother…I'm really happy to meet you. Let's be friends. Let's catch spiders together."
"…."
"Hehe, I like king spiders…."
I shyly grabbed Leon's hem and said. I want to be friends with him. However, for some reason, Leon just stared blankly at me who approached me first.
"B, brother?"
Then.
Leon, who was looking at me with a dangerous expression on his face for some reason, suddenly stretched out his hand. Then he grabbed my chubby cheeks and—.
"….?"
—Pinch!
"Ah, ack!"
Hard enough to make me cry!
"O, oh my! Leon!"
"Ugh! Hey, Leon! What should I do if you pinch her so hard!"