Chapter 47

Duke Enoch Rubinstein, listen!

Abandoning your beliefs is not the only way to protect your daughter.

Are you going to submit to the old snake's cunning just like this?

Is this truly the future you desired?

Imagine, Enoch Rubinstein!

The world you so desperately wished for in your childhood!

This country must change!

You can do it!

Only you can do it!

Find ‘Joseph Ryutman’.

You must have heard of him.

You can meet him at the gambling house in the city of Valtelac, the central fief.

The first step of a great revolution!

I am certain he is the one you need.

-L-

“What is this…?”

Enoch's eyes wavered. The letter contained an astounding message.

After a long daze, Enoch quickly found the letter he had received from L before and unfolded it.

The handwriting was different. L was thoroughly concealing his identity. It would probably be no easy task to find him.

“Just who….”

Enoch, who had been startled, slumped back into his seat and read the letter again.

Are you going to submit to the old snake's cunning just like this?

Are you really going to launch the invasion war demanded by the emperor?

Abandoning your beliefs is not the only way to protect your daughter.

L knew that Enoch had decided to act according to the emperor's will for his daughter's sake.

This country must change!

The first step of a great revolution!

Enoch, looking around the empty office, quietly folded the letter and hid it deep in a drawer.

“This guy is completely insane.”

If anyone found out, it would cause a commotion.

It was a direct call to rebellion.

“Really, he's insane.”

Is it even possible?

If revolution were easy, someone would have already attempted it.

In the Pavilion Empire, the royal family was the symbol of absolute power.

The great abilities bestowed by the deity ‘Primera’ were only granted to the Pavilion royal family, and the empire naturally promoted theocracy.

The emperor, who claimed absolute power granted by the gods.

It was not an easy task to oppose him. The emperor's abilities were truly comparable to the power of the gods.

“Who the hell is this guy?”

Enoch furrowed his brow. The previous letter was the same, and L was clearly watching him closely.

It didn't feel good to be under surveillance….

“Well, yeah. I get why he sent this to me.”

Enoch smirked.

In his childhood.

He had once had the childish dream of beheading the emperor with his own hands.

He could have such a dream because he knew his own strength.

The emperor, who could easily brainwash other ability users….

He was the only one, an outlier, whom the emperor could not control.

“But it was just a childish dream. A dream from when I knew nothing.”

Revolution is not something that can be achieved with force alone.

It requires a just cause.

But Enoch had no such cause.

Most of the nobles who needed to be rallied were beneficiaries of the class system and were content with the emperor's rule.

“Really, he's insane….”

Not knowing anything….

“Telling me this….”

Muttering, Enoch pulled out L's letter from the drawer with a vexed look and unfolded it again.

His deep-set eyes read the letter over and over.

“Who the hell is this guy!”

L, who had caused unexpected confusion.

The letter crumpled in Enoch's hand.

“Don’t hide like a coward; come out and talk to me directly.”

* * *

The cowardly daughter was worried.

‘Dad must have read my letter by now.’

Would this letter ignite the righteous blood in Dad's body….

“Chesier, are you listening to me?”

“Yeah.”

Watching Chesier feed Walter, I pouted.

“You’re lying. I said Morag, didn’t I?”

“Uncle suddenly started talking about Mom, and I said I was worried about him living alone for the rest of his life, even though it doesn’t matter to you without Mom.”

“Hmm? You heard everything?”

“I told you I was listening.”

Sighing, Chesier sat down next to me.

I was still staring at Zephir, too scared to pet him.

“Are you really okay without Mom?”

Chesier asked.

“Yeah, I’m really okay.”

“Then there’s no need to worry. Uncle will do what he wants. If he wants to remarry, he will; if not, he won’t.”

“That’s the thing.”

I opened my mouth to speak but then closed it tightly.

Since the sudden mention of Mom yesterday, I have a new worry.

It’s about… the love of the protagonists.

In this world, where the story has become reality, the protagonists must continue to live after the original story ends.

The world has found peace, so the protagonists should be happy too.

‘There’s no romance here.’

A bloody revolution novel.

<The Rebellion of Doss>, which had no hint of romance, not even an ‘R’.

Since there was no description of the protagonists' romantic feelings in the original, I suddenly felt afraid.

What if the author didn’t put any ‘romance’ when creating Dad and Chesier?

If the author, who poured in revenge, justice, and rebellion, didn’t give them ‘love’?

I pulled my hair.

‘Can he get married?’

Chesier was looking at me with a stern face.

His expression gave off a vibe that he didn’t cultivate romance.

“Chesier.”

“What.”

“Do you need a family?”

“…Again.”

Chesier frowned.

“If you’re going to say something weird like ‘your father needs a son,’ don’t.”

“Ah, no, not that.”

I clasped my hands as if in a dream.

“A family of your own, created by your will.”

“What are you talking about….”

“Imagine you meet someone you love. You would get married, right?”

“…”

“After getting married, you would have a baby, right?”

“What are you trying to say?”

“Close your eyes! Imagine it!”

“…”

“Close them quickly!”

Chesier reluctantly closed his eyes. I whispered slowly into his ear.

“When you wake up in the morning, the house is filled with the smell of delicious food. Your beautiful wife calls you from the kitchen. Honey~ Can you change our son’s diaper?”

Chesier flinched.

“When you go to the baby’s room, you see a cute son who looks half like you and half like your wife, smiling. After changing his diaper and giving him a bottle, he smiles at you. Papa, papa…! He keeps saying that.”

“…”

“So cute. As you hold him and play with him, your wife comes up behind you and hugs you tightly.”

I hugged Chesier’s waist. He flinched again, seemingly getting more into it.

“Honey, the weather is nice today. Let’s pack a picnic and go out.”

“…”

“Bright sunlight. The chirping of birds. The babbling of a stream…. Your son in your arms keeps saying, ‘Papa, papa…’ Your wife, feeling happy, turns to look at you after smelling the flowers.”

For some reason, I was more into it than Chesier, looking up at the sky with sparkling eyes and clasped hands.

“Honey, Chesier. I love you. I’m so happy. Let’s make our family happy for the rest of our lives.”

After finishing, I turned around to find Chesier already with his eyes open.

His expression was peculiar.

“…How was it? What I’m talking about is a family like this.”

“…”

“What do you think?”

“…It doesn’t seem bad.”

“Really?!”

I jumped up, excited.

Chesier, still sitting, thought for a moment and nodded.

“If I can live like that. Sure.”

“You can!”

I squatted in front of Chesier and firmly held his hands.

Is the author watching? Is he seeing my tearful efforts to inject romance into the protagonists, something he didn’t put in?

“Chesier.”

“What.”

“Let’s fall in love.”

Chesier’s eyes widened.

I left the dazed Chesier and stood up, feeling a bit relieved.

I rummaged through the carrot basket and said,

“Of course, it’s good to ride horses, study hard, and swing a sword.”

“…”

“I think the completion of human life is love.”

I instinctively held out a carrot to Zephir.

“People who don’t know the beauty of love are pitiful. So let’s, definitely, fall in love. Chesier.”

We looked at each other.

Chesier finally answered.

“…Okay.”

“Yay, great.”

Crunch—

At that moment.

Chesier’s eyes widened.

Surprised, I turned my stiff head to look at him.

“U, uh?”

Zephir… Zephir… was eating the carrot I gave him!

I stared at Zephir, who quickly finished the carrot, and then turned back to Chesier.

“C, C, Chesier. Did you see? Did you see?”

“Yeah, I saw.”

Chesier quickly approached and opened Zephir’s cage.

“What are you doing?”

“Pet him.”

“What, what? Zephir?”

“Yeah.”

I swallowed and, as Chesier instructed, slowly petted Zephir.

“W, wow.”

Was this the same Zephir who used to be so sharp? He looked the most peaceful in the world.

Moved, I stood there, and Chesier picked up a saddle hanging on the wall and approached Zephir.

“Are you going to ride? Isn’t it a bit early….”

Chesier carefully placed the saddle on Zephir’s back. Fortunately, Zephir was well-behaved.

Chesier, who was rarely excited, suddenly knelt on one knee.

“Step on this and try to get on.”

“Uh?”

“Quickly. Be careful. Hold my shoulder.”

Is this okay? I hesitantly placed my hand on Chesier’s shoulder and my foot on his thigh.

As I lifted my body, Chesier pushed me up and helped me onto Zephir’s back.

“Wow. Wow? Oh. My goodness?”

I covered my mouth.

…It was a success. Zephir was still well-behaved.