Chapter 2

I became a genius father in the game - Chapter 2 (2/109)

Seymour Mausoleum (1)

Three hours later.

After being escorted by the knights who arrived, I found myself sitting in the bathroom of the lord's castle.

To be precise, in front of the full-length mirror in the bathroom.

"A face that looks kind... a face that seems to think good thoughts... a face that absolutely doesn't look like a villain..."

Every time I moved my facial muscles, the man in the mirror awkwardly smiled.

It seemed as if the muscles used for smiling had never developed, but even that awkward expression was incredibly handsome.

"Whoever designed this, it's really impressive."

I had become the character I designed.

I thought this was an absurd situation, but the various torturous experiments I endured in the carriage over the past three hours proved that this was reality, not a dream.

'Now, I almost wish this were a dream and that it would never end.'

I sat astride the large bathtub, looking at the reflection of 'me' in the mirror.

Seymour Mausoleum.

His face, fitting the name of a villain, looked cold and ruthless. Especially his black hair and golden eyes reminded one of a leopard lurking in the shadows, ready to pounce.

'What does that mean?'

It means he's handsome.

It means he looks good no matter what expression he makes.

Just gazing at the night sky, he would be described as 'counting the stars with a dreamy gaze. Is that shining star his golden eye or a star in the sky?'

"It's worth it."

It was a face that I had worked on meticulously, receiving dozens of revisions.

At the time, I cursed the art director for constantly rejecting my designs, but now I could bow to him. After all, this face is now mine.

I stroked my chin, admiring my reflection in the mirror, and muttered.

"Indeed, being handsome is the best. Every time I look in the mirror, it's always fresh and thrilling."

I thought my face on Earth was also decent, but it couldn't compare to the character in the game.

When I slightly lowered my eyes, I saw a well-toned body, not a worn-out one from late-night work and junk food.

"Wow..."

I looked in the mirror and repeated the sentence I had thought about countless times over the past three hours.

"Being given a handsome appearance and a perfect body without any effort."

What a beautiful sentence.

Even though I have a deep appreciation for literature, no book has a more beautiful sentence than this.

Even more beautiful is that this sentence has a second verse.

"Being given enormous wealth and power without shedding a single drop of sweat."

Just saying it made my tongue tingle. It was sweeter than the words of love whispered by my first love in my ear.

I wondered if I would get diabetes from all this.

"Hehehehe...!"

I couldn't control the villainous laughter that kept bursting out.

- How did I possess the world in the game?

That's not important. In fact, I wasn't really interested.

There are countless principles and rules in the world that I don't know, so I just assumed one of them was at work.

- Then why did I possess the world in the game?

Yes, the real question is 'why?' And I know the reason.

The prayer I made like a last will before dying on Earth was answered by God.

- In the next life, please let me be born as a landlord. Please let me live a life of leisure without doing anything.

And I did.

I became the richest man in this empire.

And I have a young, handsome, and healthy body!

"Hehehehe...!"

On Earth, I was a low-paid workaholic, but in this world, I became a top 0.001% handsome platinum spoon.

What an absurd story, like the title of a novel, happened to me.

"Ahahaha!"

Villain? Antagonist? Standing against the protagonist? Why do that?

I will live a peaceful life without doing anything.

Congratulations.

A villain who does nothing.

An unprecedented strike by the villain.

This way, I am sure that both I and this world will have a peaceful happy ending.

* * *

After finishing my bath, I came out of the bathroom and waited for Lucius.

Lucius, who had returned to the mansion with me, also went to the bathroom with a few maids.

While admiring the furniture, I waited, and Lucius, who had finished bathing, entered the bedroom.

For some reason, the maid who was with him was drenched in sweat and bathwater.

I found it strange that the Mausoleum family, being a wealthy family, would have a single maid attend to the bath, but the butler whispered in my ear.

"The other maids were too scared to attend to the bath."

"Ah..."

Indeed, it made sense.

If asked to attend to the bath of a dragon, especially a young dragon whose sanity is unknown, one would feel fear.

"Even touching him was firmly refused, making it very difficult to attend to him."

This was probably because dragons are a proud species.

Especially before they become harmful in old age, they only allow a select few whom they trust to be near them.

'If he were a vicious hatchling, he might have been angry just at the thought of a human trying to clean him.'

The maid, having completed her task of guiding Lucius to the bedroom, bowed and left the room.

As I approached, Lucius looked up at me with a blank expression.

'He looks even cuter after a bath.'

He was already a child with a sacred aura, a mix of cuteness and nobility, but after a bath, he looked even whiter and more radiant.

I squatted in front of the child and asked.

"Lucius, can I pick you up?"

"..."

"Wouldn't it be more comfortable for you to sit on the bed and talk?"

The child looked at me silently.

Looking into his large golden eyes, I felt as if he could see into my soul.

'Is this a power of the dragon species?'

I thought no one could lie while looking into this child's eyes.

Thinking about it, Seymour, who eventually kills this child, might be a remarkable person in a different sense.

Then, the child extended both arms to me.

I didn't understand what it meant at first.

"Ah!"

I realized it was a positive response to my question.

I carefully slipped my hands under the child's armpits and gently lifted him into my arms.

I didn't feel any weight, whether because the child was light or because Seymour was strong.

Sitting on the bed with the child in my arms, I tried to put him down beside me.

"Huh?"

But the child clung to me, showing no intention of getting down.

Unlike the maid who couldn't touch him, the child seemed to enjoy being in my arms.

'Might it be because of the Mausoleum blood flowing in me?'

The Mausoleum family began with a dragon of the same name.

The family started when the dragon Mausoleum polymorphed into a human and had a child with a woman.

And the child in front of me is the daughter of that Mausoleum.

'So we are distant relatives.'

I looked at the child in my arms, and he looked back at me.

Looking at each other, the butler chuckled.

"You two really look alike."

Well, that's to be expected.

We are set as relatives, and I designed us to look alike.

'Especially these golden eyes, a symbol of the Mausoleum family.'

The child seemed to like my eyes, looking at them intently.

The child's arm moved. It was a plump, sausage-like arm.

As I watched his hand slowly rise to my face, he began to touch my eyes and cheeks.

I gently stroked the child's cheek with my index finger.

"Wow..."

I couldn't help but exclaim.

How should I describe it? It felt like touching cotton candy, soft and about to melt.

The addictive sensation made me absentmindedly stroke the child's cheek, and he giggled, apparently ticklish.

Even his neck crinkling and giggling looked angelically cute.

The child looked up at me with slightly sparkling eyes and spoke.

"...Dad?"

Dad.

Hearing that, my heart felt suddenly heavy.

The child's father, Mausoleum, died a thousand years ago, sealing his daughter Lucius in his mausoleum as he died.

The child's new father, Seymour Mausoleum, kills him in the original story.

"..."

I was momentarily speechless. The child tilted his head at my sudden silence.

Then, it happened.

Bam!

The bedroom door was roughly opened without a knock.

* * *

I was momentarily stunned by the sudden outburst of voices.

"Seymour! What are you doing?!"

"Entering the family's sacred ground without permission?!"

"Even if you are blinded by the desire for a barony, how dare you break the family's tradition?!"

"This is not something that can be easily overlooked! The Black Dragon Society will also have a problem with it!"

It seemed the family members had come to find me.

'Remember, my brother at the mausoleum said the collateral branches would cause a commotion.'

Seymour's background includes information about the collateral branches.

But since it was a minor setting and not particularly important, it was only briefly mentioned.

- The first thing Seymour Mausoleum did after becoming a baron was to purge all the collateral branches.

It was a setting to show Seymour's cruelty, but...

Seeing the people shouting in front of me, I understood.

'These people are trying to take my barony, aren't they?'

The previous baron, Seymour's father, died ten days ago.

According to the law, Seymour should have become the next baron, but the collateral branches were not going to let that happen.

'After all, they are a villainous family.'

Mad Dragon, Void Dragon, Betrayal Dragon, Massacre Dragon.

All the derogatory terms for dragons in this world exist for the Mausoleum family.

Fitting a family that worships such a dragon as its ancestor, the Mausoleum family has historically engaged in countless villainous and behind-the-scenes activities.

There was no way they would hand over the barony to Seymour, who couldn't use magic.

'Seymour must have entered the mausoleum to make a contract with Mausoleum to change the situation.'

The family's sacred ground, Mausoleum's mausoleum.

Seymour took the gamble of entering a place that even dragons don't enter freely.

'The problem for the collateral branches is that the gamble succeeded.'

Seymour not only obtained magic power but also successfully awakened Mausoleum's daughter.

If this continues, the barony will be Seymour's. So they are barking to try to make the situation favorable for themselves.

"Seymour, hand over that hatchling to us now. We will try to calm the situation."

"I have connections with the dragons, you know. A single letter will make the Black Dragon Society overlook this."

"So just listen to us. You are still young and don't know anything."

I listened to the collateral branches without responding.

It was amusing.

'When people are desperate, their emotions become so transparent.'

I could read countless emotions in the eyes of the collateral branch elders, who were spouting nonsense to me.

In the sudden situation, their experience and tact seemed to fail, and while they tried to persuade me with words, their eyes dripped with desperate desire.

'Those who almost had it in their grasp but lost it make such expressions.'

It was a very unique experience.

I, an orphan who never received an inheritance, had never experienced such a situation.

I was interested in seeing how far this conversation would go.

"Umm."

But the child had a different thought.

"Shut up."

One word.

Silence fell in the bedroom.

"..."

"..."

"..."

I tried to swallow.

My throat, frozen solid, took several attempts to finally swallow.

...Swallow.

It felt as if I had swallowed acid instead of saliva, and my parched throat only felt pain.

'What was that?'

The sudden silence, like being dropped into space.

Even the faces of the collateral branches were pale, as if they had seen something terrifying.

Thud.

A noblewoman fainted.

Squish...

An old man had an accident while standing.

Only then did I realize.

'Dragon aura.'

No matter how young, small, and cute.

The child in my arms was a supreme being.