55 – Magic Stone Golem – 4
‘If Priscilla’s father…… Is it Duke Maximilian Agnes?’
Priscilla called her dad very casually, but that was understandable. Isn’t it at least 500 years since she lived as Priscilla?
I also distinguish between my parents in this world and my parents in the original world in my head, but I just call them mother and father with my mouth.
What’s important now is not things like titles.
“Your father me? Why?”
“You told me the core design last time. It turned out to be a lot bigger than I thought. I heard that the emperor himself mentioned the core. So I heard that the work has been accelerated significantly.”
The emperor himself mentioned it, so the efficiency has improved so much.
Even though it was absurd, I was able to understand it. The efficiency increase is a whopping 30%. Anyone with even the slightest interest in numbers and statistics can’t help but roll their eyes.
I didn’t think the imperial palace would pay much attention to such a thing, but it seems that it was a problem that people other than wizards were also worried about. The highest quality magic stone is that expensive.
“So, as the story got underway, it reached my father’s ears as well. “My dad is a duke.”
A duke is bound to have ties to the royal family. Moreover, what if the person responsible for the development was his own daughter? I wouldn’t be able to do that if I didn’t care.
“I received a call last night. “I heard that there was a male student who gave advice on improving the core. I wonder if he is the same male student who has been hanging around the academy these days.”
“What did you answer?”
“I said yes. When asked who she was, she said it was Mira Krait, and she immediately asked again if it was Mira Krait, the youngest son of the Crait family. When I told him that was also true, he said he understood and hung up. Then he asked if he could meet you this morning.”
It wasn’t that we couldn’t meet each other. There would be no means or justification for interfering with me or keeping me in check, and above all, I wouldn’t let Priscilla do that.
“Your father…… So, this is my father. What do you do? There must be something like personality. “Strict, cold-hearted, or something like that.”
Priscilla answered my question by tilting her head.
“Uhm…… “You idiot?”
From my knowledge, fathers who are foolish to their daughters in creative works are largely divided into two types.
One is the one who is not good with her daughter and tries to build a good relationship somehow, and the other is the one who is not good with her daughter and tries to completely exclude men who approach her.
In fact, there was no significant difference in either category. For the former, the conditions for a good relationship are extremely high, and for the latter, if the daughter pushes for it, she will eventually admit it. It was the same as Samsam Jo’s mother.
The type that does not belong to either of the two, and the type that is the most troublesome, is the type that gets angry at the man who tries to take their daughter away, but when she is rejected, she gets angry and asks if her daughter is lacking in something.
Most of the roles are close to comedy characters that get scolded by their mother and get depressed by themselves while hearing that they are disappointed in their daughter, but I’m not sure if that’s a trait that can pop up in a drama like this.
“Dad? Well…… I don’t know much about you except that you care about me very much. “I’ve never brought a man before.”
Priscilla was also a question she could not answer. This was because Priscilla, who had to remain faithful to the original story even while repeating her numerous regressions, had no man at all.
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I have never brought a man with me, so there is no way I could answer the question of how my father would react if he met me.
Furthermore, because Priscilla in the original film was confined to studying and rarely returned home, the Duchess of Agnes was virtually uncharted territory.
“So, Priscilla is going to see her dad today?”
“Well, it just so happened.”
“Is it a meeting ceremony?”
“No.”
Priscilla answered on my behalf. It was a very firm voice. Rosaria blinked as if she had never expected Priscilla to respond like that.
“Why?”
“Because Mira won’t abandon me. I don’t like that on my part either. “What if Mira starts to hate me?”
“Uh…… Hmm. Okay. I see.”
Rosaria answered in a slightly tired voice, ‘Then what…? … With a look on her face, she sat on the bed and saw us off.
Priscilla and I headed to the portal installed at the academy, and soon an old man dressed in a suit appeared from within the glowing blue portal.
“It’s been a while, miss.”
The old man bowed his head towards us and greeted us politely. The old man’s identity was the chief maid of the Agnes family. Perhaps because the person he had to meet was his own daughter, he sent someone with a high position.
“Let’s go right away. “There’s nothing to waste time on.”
“Yes, lady. “I will take you there.”
A carriage suddenly popped out from inside the portal. It was slightly inferior to the one that Alexander had dragged in last time, but it was still flashy enough, just not covered in jewels and gold.
We boarded the carriage following the Chamberlain’s guidance, and soon passed through space with the unique sound heard when passing through a portal. The door opened. It was less than a minute after the ride.
If this was going to be the case, I wondered why they had taken the carriage, but I thought it must be polite, so I got off first and held Priscilla’s hand. Priscilla held her hand up to her shy face.
“Hmm.”
And then, I made eye contact with a guy who was looking down at me solemnly with his arms crossed, looking uncomfortable. Somehow, from the moment she crossed the portal, she felt something unusual.
A man with the same orange hair and light brown eyes as Priscilla, and a huge build that seems to rival Professor Jake. By all accounts, he was Priscilla’s father.
The man’s eyes turned to Priscilla and the hands they were holding together. The expression suddenly became grim. Life flowed from his body. Priscilla, who was about to step forward, was stopped with a glance.
It was a murder that was close to the so-called overpowering strategy. I really have no intention of killing him. A person who doesn’t know anything about fashion might be very scared, but I’m far from that type of person who doesn’t know anything about fashion.
Living to kill a real opponent is something that Geomseong talked about last time.
“Nice to meet you. “Your Excellency Duke Maximilian Agnes.”
Ignoring his life, he bowed his head and said hello. An emotion like “Look at this” Appeared on the duke’s face.
“I’m glad you didn’t call me father-in-law from the first time we met.”
Ah, maybe that was the problem.
“I heard the news. You were the one who advised my daughter when she was devising the blueprints for the new core for the magic stone golem. “I heard that you were the one who provided the basic framework for doing so.”
“I was just lucky.”
As I spoke calmly despite facing my own fate head-on, the duke, who had already gained strength, smiled in satisfaction.
“You are not a very unqualified bastard. Did you say she was a mummy crate?”
“Yes.”
“I heard that the youngest son of the Crait family is very ill. “I also heard that if he tried to go out even for a moment, dozens of doctors would follow him.”
“Aren’t rumors just rumors?”
Because of what happened when I was born, I was always overprotected, so I was never in a good state. I haven’t caught that common cold even once. I tried countless times to say I was fine, but it didn’t work.
“Yes. “Rumors are just rumors.”
The duke’s gaze, which seemed to have softened for a moment, became sharp again.
“Then are all the rumors about you circulating around Bellium Academy false?”
“It depends on what type it is.”
The rumor that there is a crazy person who declared at the entrance ceremony that he would be the top student for all three years is absolutely true. Recently, there seems to be a rumor going around that it really seems possible.
“They say that a candidate for sainthood, a warrior chosen by the holy sword, the warrior’s childhood friend, and my daughter, who won’t hurt even if you look at them, form a club for entertainment purposes and do unspeakable things within it. “The daughter of the Astriar family is also upset that she can’t be there.”
“… ….”
Who on earth started such a rumor? Is he one of those who applied to join the club but was rejected?
When I made a dumbfounded face, the Duke relaxed his expression. It seems that the fact that Priscilla was gritting her teeth while spilling blood right next to her also played a role.
“Was it just a rumor?”
“What did I say, honey? “I said there was no way my daughter would meet a man like that, right?”
A woman with light orange hair who was standing next to him poked the duke’s side with her elbow. Looking at the two of them, fortunately, the duke seemed to be a loving wife.
“I understand. “Welcome to Duchess Agnes, Mira Crates.”
The Duke then extended his hand to me.
He’s not even the head of the Crait family, so he’s asking his son to shake his hand? I looked at the Duke with startled eyes. Seeing that people around him had similar reactions, it seemed like it was an unexpected act that he committed arbitrarily.
“Treat it as your home and rest comfortably.”
“…… Thank you for your hospitality.”
They held hands.
ㅡaaah!
‘Huh?’
And, as I looked at the Duke’s hand tightening like a hydraulic press, I felt something unusual. It was a grip with the intention of completely breaking my hand. The skin began to turn white.
‘Is this why you asked to shake hands?’
He gave me strength. The duke flinched as if my strength was much stronger than expected. Then, with a fighting smile on his face, he puffed up his right arm as if it were going to burst.
It seemed like only then did the people around them understand what was going on. Priscilla’s mother slapped the duke on the shoulder, asking what he was doing to a guest, but the duke seemed to have no intention of relaxing.
‘I guess I should give it a fair amount, right?’
With the intention of doing so, he slightly relaxed his strength, and a look of blatant disappointment passed over the duke’s face. Oh, isn’t this it?
‘Write.’
Seeing that everyone was clearly disappointed, I had no choice but to give them strength again. If this happens, I can’t back down.
I don’t know if that person wants a picture of himself narrowly winning after a fierce struggle, or if he truly wants me to prove myself by defeating him.
But one thing is clear: winning will be much more popular than losing like this. I just put strength into my arms. Harder, and harder.
Around the last time I gave it my strength.
– Crump!
With a very bloody sound, the Duke’s hand shrank inward. There were sounds of astonishment from those around him, but the Duke, who was actually the one whose hands were bowed down, looked calmly surprised.
It’s a bit strange to say that I was calmly surprised, but I was like that anyway.
“… ….”
No, is this correct? Why am I so weak?