Chapter 3

Becoming a Genius Father in the Game - Chapter 3 (3/109)

Seymour Mausoleum (2)

The Dragon Roar incident was resolved without much trouble.

It was never an incident that could have escalated significantly.

‘After all, the collateral line was the one who acted rudely first.’

No matter how much they were the elders of the family, it was not proper to barge into someone else’s bedroom.

To the nobles of this world, who used multiple rooms, the bedroom was the most private space.

‘If they cause a fuss in public again, I can remind them of this and tell them to be quiet.’

It was just that kind of minor incident.

I didn’t want to hear that Lucis was a troublemaker because he couldn’t control his Dragon Roar.

"Lucis, you shouldn’t use that recklessly."

After driving away the collateral line, I sat Lucis on my lap and began a disciplinary session.

"Really?"

Lucis tilted his head and asked with a lisp. The angle of his tilted head was artistically adorable.

Even the faint fear that had arisen from being within the range of the Dragon Roar’s influence vanished in an instant due to his cuteness.

"Yes. Humans are weak, and seeing such things too often might kill them."

I didn’t want Lucis to be called a murderer, or worse, a murder dragon.

"Instead, I’ll teach you a spell that’s good for dealing with humans."

"Ooh."

"Come, repeat after me."

I cleared my throat a few times and spoke in as low a voice as possible.

"Human scum."

"Human scum."

"Lowly one."

"Filthy one."

"Know your place, mongrel."

"Know your place, m...bean?"

"Mongrel."

"M...mongrel."

His mimicry was so cute that I stroked his cheek in praise, and he giggled, pulling back his neck.

"…What exactly are you teaching, young master?"

The butler had entered at some point and was looking at me with a blank face.

"Good timing. Come, Lucis, let’s practice."

Lucis’s eyes sparkled as he started spouting off to the butler.

"Human scum, filthy one. Know your place, peanut."

"Mongrel."

"M...mongrel."

The butler’s expression turned miserable, being demonized by an angelic child.

"…What is that?"

"What do you mean? It’s the sentence that makes humans feel the most intimidated when dragons hear it."

"…."

Incidentally, this was also the opening line for the second phase in the original game, where Seymour absorbs Lucis’s Dragon Heart and becomes half-dragon.

The butler, about to say something, shook his head and brought up his business.

"Dinner is ready."

I realized it was already time to be hungry.

I picked up Lucis and headed to the dining room.

When I tried to put him down, he clung to me, preferring to be carried.

"An aristocratic meal… I’m looking forward to it. Lucis, what kind of food do you like?"

"Food?"

Another tilt of the head.

"Lucis, have you ever eaten food before?"

"Um…?"

Lucis had been sealed for a thousand years.

He might have been sealed right after birth.

‘Not just me, but this is Lucis’s first time eating in this world too.’

I hurried my steps with great anticipation.

* * *

The Mausoleum family is very wealthy.

While being a duke’s family helps, the main reason is that they have been a corrupt family, amassing wealth through nefarious means for generations.

‘A duke, but his territory is as vast as a marquisate.’

Not only the money, but with such a vast duchy, they have vast plains, deep forests, and the sea, making it easy to obtain fresh and delicious ingredients.

‘How many steaks on the breakfast table?’

At a glance, there were at least three chunks of steak from different parts of the animal. There was even a fish steak and a large grilled shrimp.

‘And this is a simplified meal right after a funeral?’

The breakfast table was so impressive that I couldn’t help but marvel. I didn’t refuse and took a large bite of the steak.

The warm, moist meat filled my mouth with a rich, savory juice.

"Mmm…!"

It literally melted in my mouth.

The quality of the steak was such that on Earth, a single serving would easily cost tens of thousands of dollars.

I ate with great enthusiasm, marveling and marveling again.

‘Indeed, being a black幕 (black curtain) requires money.’

And all this money is supposed to be mine.

If I don’t waste it and use it solely for myself, combined with my knowledge of the future, I could live a life of leisure for generations.

‘A wealthy life of leisure is the best!’

While eating enthusiastically, I lifted my head to check if Lucis was eating well.

"The meat is all cut, Dragon sir."

The butler had just finished cutting Lucis’s meat into small pieces suitable for his small mouth.

Lucis stared at the mountain of cube steaks in his bowl.

"Here, use the fork."

But Lucis still stared at the meat without moving his hands.

It seemed he had no intention of eating.

‘Why is that?’

Dragons are born after a certain amount of growth in the egg.

Right after birth, they can converse with their parents and tear and eat raw meat.

Black dragons, in particular, are known meat lovers. They are said to be fed whole roasted orcs from a young age.

Indeed, Lucis’s eyes were filled with hunger. His large eyes made his desires transparent.

‘But why isn’t he eating?’

After a moment of thought, I quickly realized the reason.

I moved my chair next to Lucis and said,

"Alfred, please bring a new steak."

"Yes, sir."

I cut the freshly served hot steak myself, just like the butler, into pieces Lucis could swallow in one bite.

"…"

He still didn’t speak, but I could see his short legs fidgeting under the table.

It was the same as during bath time.

A dragon’s pride doesn’t allow them to eat food offered by just anyone.

‘So small, yet his pride is so full…’

It made me smile, as if I were looking at a noble princess.

I cut the meat and handed Lucis the fork.

He held it awkwardly and missed the meat a few times, but on the third try, he successfully speared it.

"Hmm."

His face was filled with pride.

He looked very pleased with his success on the third try.

"Hehehe…"

While I secretly chuckled, Lucis moved the fork to his mouth and took a bite.

His cheeks puffed up, and his eyes widened.

"Oh…!"

His golden eyes sparkled.

It was so delicious that he even touched his hand to his cheek and opened his mouth wide.

"Oh wow…!"

He soon forgot his high pride and started eating the meat hurriedly.

Eventually, he began to eat with both hands, literally inhaling the meat.

‘I thought his white hair might be a sign, but his love for meat clearly shows he has black dragon blood.’

I quietly told the butler,

"Make sure steak is always included in Lucis’s meals, whether it’s breakfast or lunch."

"Yes, I will inform them."

A moment later, Lucis finished his meal with a satisfied, bulging belly.

I wiped the oil from his hands with a handkerchief I had prepared.

"Hehehe."

Lucis kept twitching his fingers, finding the touch ticklish.

"Just a little longer. Your clothes will get dirty."

I folded the handkerchief after cleaning Lucis’s fingers, and my eyes met those of my two younger siblings across the table.

"…Huh!"

"…"

My younger brother quickly lowered his head, looking frightened when our eyes met. But not my younger sister.

‘The first person I met after possession was my younger sister.’

I recalled their backgrounds. Actually, there was no need to recall.

‘I designed all the characters related to the Mausoleum family. But these two were not part of the original work.’

They existed only in the setting and had already passed away by the original timeline.

Seymour, a psychopath who purged the collateral line as soon as he became a duke and dissected his adopted daughter as a tool.

It didn’t take much imagination to guess the fate of these two in the original story.

‘Simon and Sia, right?’

My younger brother, Simon, twenty-two years old.

He managed a business inherited from his father and ran it excellently despite his young age.

He looked similar to Seymour, but his drooping eyes, narrow shoulders, and cautious demeanor made him appear quite weak.

My younger sister, Sia, seventeen years old.

She inherited the strongest magical talent among the three siblings and had never lost the top position at the imperial academy.

Most impressively, she had Seymour’s face modified to fit a female’s features, making her look exactly like me.

‘The atmosphere is different, so the impression her appearance gives is also quite different.’

While Seymour’s black hair and golden eyes gave an impression like a black panther, Sia’s gave a subtle warmth in the coldness, like a star in the night sky.

‘What am I saying?’

She’s beautiful.

Her face glows.

This family is full of face geniuses.

‘She must be quite the heartbreaker at the academy.’

Come to think of it, Simon also had a good face.

Unlike his strong-looking older brother and younger sister, his drooping eyes gave him a warm, rather than handsome, appearance.

‘Seymour mk.2 and mk.3, I guess.’

As the designer of the original Seymour, I found this scene quite delightful.

While I was thinking, Sia cautiously spoke up.

"Um, Seymour-nii."

Sia, who was sharing a glance with her second brother, had a look of hesitation, determination, and a bit of fear on her face.

"…About Uncle."

A sudden change of topic at the dinner table.

It must have been a topic she felt strongly about.

"Uncle? What about him?"

Uncle, or rather, the uncle.

From what I heard, he was the leader of the collateral line trying to take the duchy from me.

Sia swallowed and spoke.

"I’ve told him many times, but Simon-nii and I have no interest in the duchy. Whatever he says, it’s just his opinion."

The collateral line seemed to have several plans in mind.

If they couldn’t become the duke themselves, they might try to put a more controllable younger sibling in the position.

I smiled and replied.

"Don’t worry. I’ll take care of Uncle."

I had already thought about various approaches.

To gain control of the family, I would have to confront the collateral line again.

"Ah!"

"Burp!"

The reactions of my siblings were strange.

Fear was evident in Sia’s eyes as she looked at me. Simon even burped and knocked over his water glass.

Sia, upon realizing Simon’s presence, instinctively extended her arm to protect him from me, even though it was out of reach.

"…Take care of him?"

Sia asked, her voice trembling.

"Do you mean you’re going to kill Uncle?"

"…."

Silence fell over the table.