A Famous Traitor and Treacherous Genius

Chapter 166

166 – Incompetent but Competent, Competent but Crazy (6)

Although my father suffered throughout the vacation, fortunately I was not the only one suffering.

“Noir will come home soon, so please look after Noir now.”

“That doesn’t mean I won’t look at you.”

“Isn’t one hour enough for me? Do you think it would be easy to deal with my father with all my might for an hour?”

“It’s a shame. I was planning to tell you about Gibraltar’s traditions…”

Traditions of Gibraltar.

If you beat it until you get it – just teach it.

My father developed Noir to its current level by following that theory, and now he tries to preach that theory to me on a regular basis.

“Son. Do you hate hanging out with this father so much?”

“You’d rather play chess. I’ll take out two pawns and two knights.”

“I don’t like that because it gives me a headache. If you’re a prosecutor, let’s talk with your sword like a prosecutor.”

“Do you really like it when you try to defeat your son somehow?”

“What if the son tries to beat his father by choosing only the battlefield where he can win?”

“Ha. That’s it. Just one hour a day.”

I thought the argument would be long, so my father and I eventually agreed to an hour.

‘Now that it’s like this, I have no choice but to use my mother.’

Even if my father is no longer persuaded by the all-powerful mother argument, I still have 50 ways to use my mother to prevent him from waking up.

“I’m going to go say hello to my mother.”

“Okay. I’ll clean up after a while and then go.”

Although he said he was going to clean up after himself, my father is probably staying in his study to control his mana and reminisce about our sparring with me.

My father is strong.

Although he is relatively weak compared to the thin wolf who sharpened his blade for revenge every 24 hours except when he was sleeping, like his father before his return his, this does not mean that his current father his has become much weaker. ＞

If it was before the regression that you could deal with 8 masters at the same time, now it would be about 4 to 5.

It feels like the number of masters I can face decreases with each child, but I am improving my skills at the same time by making up for the loss of skills by sparring with masters and reviving swordsmanship.

‘I hope this helps.’

If it wasn’t of any help to my father, I also had no intention of sparing with him directly.

However, as I can see that my father is getting stronger through ‘sparring with various masters’, and although it is not as strong as the emachiated wolf, it is clear that he is gradually becoming stronger, so I am hitting him with all the power I can.

Will the day come when I overcome my father?

‘Then we are going straight to attack the imperial palace.’

That day is the day to pluck the Habsburgs.

In many ways, it is unfortunate to ask my father to do it, but Habsburg is also a human being who knows the extent of it.

‘I showered my mother with gifts, but I never did anything to offend my father.’

The Habsburgs would never act like an ‘incompetent king’ who made his father his suddenly pull out his sword and storm into the imperial palace, causing his father to abandon his duty as a guardian and take the path of treason.

Rather, as Gibraltar is now developing and growing, Habsberg is showing off well to his father his, just as he secretly sent an architect to build the Caroline House, which can be called an imperial castle.

No matter how much it is the eldest son’s request, he cannot ask his father to risk his life and kill the emperor.

I could say that, but I can’t say it’s because it’s not feasible and the risk of failure is high, but it’s because I know that my father won’t come forward if I say something like that.

If.

If the Habsburgs even send assassins against his mother to kill her.

If you even decorate it like that-

“Ha.”

Nonsense.

Even if Gray is a traitor, he is not a traitor, so I have no intention of going to that extent.

Although he may have caused strife and self-destruction in other people’s families in that way, if someone else did it, he would be a brat, and if I did it, wouldn’t it be immoral?

‘After investigation, my father will realize that I did it.’

The blade pointed towards the Habsburgs will fly towards me.

I don’t want that.

Above all…

‘Astasia will be disappointed if you do something like that.’

It doesn’t end just by killing the Habsburgs.

In the process of killing, ‘how to kill’ is also a question that needs to be considered, so I have to be careful when making a choice.

In the end, killing Habsburg is for Astasia’s happiness

Even if they succeed in assassinating Habsburg, Astasia will not be happy.

For Astasia, our Gibraltar is-

“Sister! Wow, it’s amazing!”

“Really? I’ll show you more…Hmm!”

Because it became a place, a ‘family’, that I had never felt in the imperial palace.

“Are you done with the story?”

“Yes.”

“Oppaaa!!”

As soon as I could get close to Astasia, a white rabbit ran towards me with all its might and hugged me.

“It’s been a while, Lettar.”

“Oppa! Why are you here now?! It’s been four months!”

Who is this 11-year-old girl who wraps her arms around my waist and clings tightly to me?

Letarda.

“Oppa!”

“Come…Bernie?”

“Geez!”

And who are the children clinging to each other after that?

As you can immediately tell from the hair color and eye color, they are Ruby-Sharpie-Marine in that order.

Little sisters.

A new history of Gibraltar that existed before the Letharja return, but grew as family love gradually emerged in the Gibraltar family.

“Yeah, yeah. It’s been a while. Are the cookies delicious?”

“Yes! It was milder than the ones imported from the empire, but it was a traditional taste!”

“Oh, yes.”

I think I’ve heard that it’s not good to feed children too many sweets, but children don’t eat or wear anything unless it’s what they like.

It’s scary, empire.

Since the tastes of even children have already been influenced by the empire, more Nostrum children will show an empire-friendly attitude in the future.

“Hey, guys…?”

Astasia, who had her younger sisters taken away at once, approaches with a smile.

It would be nice if it was just a smile, but it looks a bit displeased somewhere.

Where did you see that expression?

In the academy before the return and in the social circles after the fall of the kingdom, the facial expressions that traitor daughters made when they flirted with me were similar to those.

‘Why?’

They’re younger sisters, but do they make that kind of expression?

You sure don’t think so, do you?

“Astacia.”

“Yes, yes?”

“There is no need to be so jealous. They are younger sisters…”

“That’s right! Because my brother is my sister’s!”

“What, what?”

At Lethar’s words, Astasia opened her eyes wide and was surprised.

“Well, what do you mean by that?”

“Huh? No?”

Lettar looked at me and Astasia in turn, as if he was confused for a moment.

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“Didn’t you bring me here to get married?”

“What, what!”

Astasia jumped and was surprised when she heard that she was getting married.

“What are you talking about? Ms. Letard, that is!”

“Dad said that when her brother brings a girl home and looks upset, she says that she is going to be his wife and tells him to look after her.”

“I have a relaxed expression right now?”

“Yes. No?”

I looked at the mirror.

There was no change in facial expression at all.

‘Is it because there’s no reason to just come home and act?’

Now that I think about it, I usually go around smiling to distract others, but that’s not the case at all now, so you might think that way.

Or maybe Lettar and other younger siblings feel comfortable with me.

“Well, marriage…”

“Lettar. “Excuse me.”

“Uh, huh? Excuse me…?”

“Even if you know that, you have to pretend not to know. Unless I introduce it first.”

“…Oh, is that it? I didn’t know you hadn’t done it yet!”

“It’s not that I didn’t do it.”

We spoke several times, either in passing or directly or indirectly.

“Everything is a no-count until you become an adult and do it officially.”

“Is that so?”

“It’s like that.”

“It’s complicated.”

“There is a significant difference in weight between a confession made before becoming an adult and a confession made after becoming an adult. The former may be considered just a child’s play, but the latter is a sincere marriage proposal.”

“Hmm… I see.”

Lethar frowned for a moment, then opened his arms wide towards Astasia.

“But congratulations in advance, sister!”

“Yes, yes. Thank you, Lettar.”

“I was curious about what kind of woman my brother would marry, but if it’s my sister, I agree!”

“Admit it?”

For a moment, it was absurd.

“If you hadn’t approved it, would you have stopped the marriage?”

“Of course! I wasn’t going to approve if a girl who was n’t prettier than me became her brother’s wife!”

“What about Astasia?”

“Umm, ummm…! I hate to admit it, but I have no choice but to admit it…!”

“You should be thankful, right? Haha…”

Astasia’s thoughts seemed to be complicated in many ways by Lettar’s liveliness, but she still did not lose her smile.

“Thank you, Lettar. For praise me.”

“But not yet! If my sister cheats on me, then the recognition will be canceled again!”

“That doesn’t happen.”

When Astasia spoke firmly, to the point of being somewhat harsh, Lethar hiccuped and paused for a moment.

“Cheating is like saying you’re going to die. Of course, it’s not just me…”

“Me too.”

“Hmm, I see… Ah!”

Lettar pointed behind me.

“Daddy!”

“…?!”

Just now, what?

“Oh my. Was everyone here?”

As if he had just finished his recovery, his father was slowly walking towards him.

“Baaa!”

Not only Lettar, but also my younger siblings who were clinging to my legs all ran towards their father at a brisk pace.

‘It’s a big deal.’

Father, I don’t think you’ll like it when you rush at me like that-

“Be careful.”

“…!!”

The father got down on his knees.

As soon as he got down on one knee and spread his arms out to the left and right, his younger brothers immediately jumped towards their father as if they were used to it.

“Oh my god.”

Lethar rode the horse behind his father’s neck his and his and Ruby, Shapi, and Marin all sat gently on his father’s arms his his, as if on a swing.

“Hold on tight, Lettar.”

“Yes!”

Lethar even held his father’s head with both hands, and the father lifted himself up, supporting the three children with both arms.

There was no shaking in that posture.

It was clear just by looking at the man flowing outward.

The father was holding four children at the same time, but instead of just lifting them, he was holding them accurately while channeling mana throughout his body.

Never shake, never let children feel anxious.

“Why are you doing that, Gray?”

“…No. I’m just surprised.”

“It must be surprising. Even though it’s a child, it’s holding four people like this.”

I was just saying that it was surprising that my father was holding his younger sisters like that, but it seems like he took it quite differently.

“Follow me. …Astacia too.”

“Ah…!”

My father even called Astasia by her first name

“There is no reason for Caroline to be the imperial granddaughter in the mansion. Well, if you want to be treated with respect as the imperial granddaughter… “

“No, it’s okay! That…!”

Astasia crossed her arms and shouted in a stern voice.

“Think of me as your daughter-in-law and treat me comfortably!”

“Okay.”

My father smiled softly and nodded.

“Think of this as your home and live comfortably. …Of course, asking the servants to treat you like that is torture to them, so be a little careful there.”

“Yes…!”

As Astasia bowed her back, her father nodded slightly and took her children to the room where her mother was.

“…Ha.”

It was a truly shocking scene.

At the same time, there were some parts that made no sense to me about the current situation.

‘That’s why, with each additional child, the skills don’t improve as much as expected.’

Before regression. The child was even Lettar, and she was an avenger who had no interest in her family, even her wife, and only wanted to sell the country to make a living.

If you compare him with her current father, he may be weak as a ‘changer’.

“…Ha.”

My father, as a father, is becoming stronger as the years go by.

For some reason, I didn’t just dislike it.

“Grey.”

Astasia quietly whispered next to me.

“No count, okay?”

“I know.”

I was distracted by my father for a moment, but I focused on Astasia again and whispered softly.

“Until I formally propose…”

“Let’s call it accumulation, not invalidation.”

Until a formal proposal is made, it is not invalid but accumulated.