NOVEL NEXT My Daddy Hides His Power
Chapter 241
“Ha… You’ve made a lot. When am I supposed to eat all of this…?”
“….!” Oscar sighed as he transferred my special stew, which was filled to the brim in the pot, onto a plate. “Master, don’t you trust me? I swear it’ll be really delicious! We’ll eat the leftovers for breakfast tomorrow. We can finish it in just two meals!” “Yeah, that’s right.” Is it because the visuals look like hell? Oscar didn’t seem to believe me at all. ‘But once you take a bite, you’ll be crying like Mr. James Brown!’ As we sat at the dining table, a plate of stew was placed in front of each of us. In front of me were two sandwiches that Oscar had made separately. “Whoo.” Oscar, with an enormous water jug beside him, took a deep breath, looking as serious as a commander preparing for battle. “Hehehe, don’t ask me to make it every day because it’s delicious!” “That won’t happen, though…” “But if you want, Master, I’ll gladly become your chef who takes responsibility for all three meals of your life!” “….” Oscar stared at me, my chin resting on my hand, eyes sparkling with excitement. “Master is good at cooking, but I’m also very good at it. We’ll have to divide up the roles when we live together later, so I’ll cook.” “….” “What will you do, Master? Cleaning? Laundry? You don’t have to bring in any money. I’ll cover the living expenses since I can go back and forth between the capital.” “Hey.” “Have you ever been to Zenon, down south? No, Master, you’re a Jedo native, so you wouldn’t know?” “….” “I lived there with my dad before coming to the capital. It’s a secluded valley with only a few people, just perfect. Everyone there is kind and simple. You’d probably like it too! I miss Aunt Susan and Uncle Joe.” “Hey.” Oscar, who was trying to cover my mouth as I continued to babble, afraid that I might start another depressing story, said. “Are you serious? Can you leave everything behind and live with me?” “Yes, of course.” “I can’t live loudly since I shouldn’t draw attention. I have to shake off the habits of living as a noble and do everything myself, from start to finish. I can’t even use servants?” “Huh? You’re still living like that, Master?” “Ah, I don’t like being around other people and it’s annoying!” “I don’t mind at all, though? And I’ve lived like that in the mountains for half of my life? Doing my own laundry and cooking my own meals?” “What will you do if you miss your Dad?” “I can just visit the capital sometimes. You’ll wait for me, right?” “Your Dad will be upset.” “Dad will understand.” “Haa.” Oscar let out a long sigh at my repeated answers. “…Yeah.” “Oh! You just said, right? You’re going to live with me, right?” “Why should I care if you’re asking for trouble? What good would it do to try and stop you any longer?” “Wow! Then promise me you won’t run away, okay? After three years, let’s find a nice house in the countryside with fresh air and beautiful scenery and leave!” “….” Oscar snickered and filled his water cup with water and picked up his spoon. “Let’s start with this hellish stew.” “What do you mean by hellish stew! That’s a bit harsh! Don’t ask me to make more!” “Yeah.” Oscar, with his eyes tightly shut, took a spoonful of the stew and had a taste. And then, as expected. “….” As expected, his eyes widened as if they would pop out, and his hand holding the spoon trembled uncontrollably. “You’re surprised, right? It’s different from how it looks?” Gulp, Oscar, who had been savoring the stew for a long time, gulped down the water glass. “Wow, ha. Hoo. Haa… . Ha!” “Ahahaha!” Such an intense reaction! I felt shy and twisted my body. Tak. Oscar, who had put down his glass of water with a loud noise, asked with an angry expression. “Did you make this to kill me?” “It tastes so good that even if one of us dies while eating, we wouldn’t even notice, right?” “No wonder you never tasted the seasoning while cooking. You already knew this flavor! And you still made me eat it, you little rascal!” “Huh? No. The chef says that a cook shouldn’t taste his own food first in the kitchen.” I explained the proverb that was said in the hometown of our chef, Mr. Kunyak. “So, while cooking, if you wish really hard, the devil steals your wish. When I made this, I wished to live happily with you forever… so I can’t let the devil take it away.” “Wow, what a bunch of nonsense, seriously.” Tears had gathered in Oscar’s eyes as he ground his teeth. “Ah! I see tears welling up in your eyes, Master! Haha, I told you, right? Dad cried after eating it too?” “Ah, right! Now I know why! That guy cried!” Oscar gritted his teeth and took another bite of the stew. And then, Bang—! “You startled me!” He slammed his fist on the table. “Aaagh!” “W, what on earth, how delicious is that? Can you express it in words instead of just exclamations?” “You try it yourself!” Oscar shouted, filling his glass again and gesturing to the stew in front of me. Hmm, I’m finally getting to taste it. I looked forward to it and took a big spoonful with meat and vegetables― “Ha—am.” ―I put it in my mouth, “Uwwweeek.” I ended up spitting it out again. ? ?? ??? “Puahahaha!” Oscar laughed and pushed a glass of water toward me. I quickly gulped it down. “…O, oh my.” The taste… The taste was shocking. In another sense. Even after quickly rinsing my mouth with water, my tongue was so numb that I could barely feel anything. ‘This, this, what is this…?’ I didn’t make a mistake. I had followed the exact recipe I used to make for Dad just the other day. Then? The stew that Dad put in his mouth tasted exactly like this? “What did I… do…?” “Yeah, you need to know the reality too.” Oscar nodded and took another bite, writhing in pain. “Ah! Master?!” I felt my vision go white, so I quickly walked around the table to stop Oscar. “Why do you keep eating this? Stop! Don’t eat it! Give me the spoon!” “Forget it!” Oscar stood up, holding his plate, avoiding my hand that was trying to stop him. “Don’t eat it! Master, you’ll die if you do that!” “Ahahahaha!” I was crying too. I wasn’t sure if it was because I felt sorry for those who had to force themselves to eat my cursed cooking or if it was a reflexive reaction from being shocked by the taste. “What? Division of roles~? You’re in charge of the cooking~?” “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry…” The reactions of Chef Kunyak, the maids, and Dad flashed through my mind like a panorama. Is it not enough to lack talent in cooking? Why must I also lack common sense? I finally realized the meaning of the sandwich he had made for me in advance, as if Oscar had anticipated this taste. “Ugh. Master… Please… Please don’t eat it… I beg you…” I kept trying to take the plate away out of guilt, but Oscar kept dodging me and continued to empty the stew. “Haa. It tastes so good I’m going crazy.” “Hnng…!” I felt sorry, embarrassed, and a bit pathetic knowing that Oscar was determined to finish it all. “I’m sorry, Master… I’ll just… I’ll just do the laundry instead… I’m good at laundry… sniff.” What do I know about cooking? Just wash some underwear… * * * Deep night. South, Argonia. Commander of the invasion force, Imperial Swordmaster Cheshire Libre was preparing to return with an expressionless face. The shoulder straps honoring numerous achievements shone on the chest of his black uniform. The aide wrapped the red cloak around Cheshire’s face, looking at his indifferent face. What was he thinking? “Take this.” The moment he accepted the sword offered by the aide. Cheshire recalled many things. Enoch, Axion, countless comrades… And, Lilith. Finally, the Emperor. He imagined the Emperor’s face. Cheshire was just one day away from the end of the long wait. As he imagined beheading the emperor, a strange shiver ran through his entire body. “…..” Soon, Cheshire, with his sword at the ready, stepped forward with a sharp glint in his eyes. “Let’s go.” Finally, to offer the head of the demon as a sacrifice to my angel. * * * At the same time, the Capital. Marquis Ludendorff’s residence. In a room where not a single ray of light entered, Marquis Ludendorff, Felix, secretly prepared his son. “Father… Where are we going?” Kyle asked with a trembling voice. In the deep night, his father came looking for him in thick robes as if trying to hide himself. The newborn baby, his younger brother, sleeping in his arms, oblivious to the world. He himself, dressed similarly to his father. The whole situation was unstable. “…Kyle.” Felix, looking at his son who was afraid, asked after a moment of hesitation. “Do you want to follow Mom?” “….” Kyle knew what his father’s question meant. Tomorrow. He had heard from his mother what he had to do in the Capital since he had been exempted from the invasion force. “No.” Tears welled up in his eyes. Only then did Kyle start to tremble. “Father, I, I don’t want to…. I, I can’t do it…. I don’t want to…. I, I don’t want to kill people…” “That’s right, Kyle. It’s okay. Don’t cry. Don’t cry, it’s alright.” Felix, holding his son, also shed tears with a tormented expression on his face. “Let’s go. If you don’t want to, you don’t have to. You can leave together with Dad. It’s okay. You’re right. You…” “F, Father… Hwaaa…” Finally, the man holding the child in his arms took his son’s hand and quietly left the Marquis’s residence. A fleeting sense of regret crossed the man’s eyes as he glanced at the mansion, but it was only for a moment. War, and rebellion. That day, the day before the Empire’s transformation. The pitch-black darkness swallowed the silhouettes of the two as they departed. Next chapter will be updated first on this website. Come back and
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