Chapter Index

    “Who is it?”

    asked five-year-old Agnes.

    Deltan answered.

    “Deltain.”

    “Who is that?”

    “You know what to do.”

    “Use your hair up!”

    Five-year-old Agnes put her hands on her hips.

    He had a stern expression, but because of his chubby cheeks, it didn’t feel threatening at all.

    “I am a princess!”

    Is that young thing already trying to wield power?

    It’s so absurd that I laugh out loud.

    Meanwhile, Leah Levadein said.

    “You’re a sick man. You shouldn’t scold me like that.”

    “Does your head hurt?”

    “No, I feel sick. The head… Might it hurt?”

    A playful smile appeared on Leah Levadein’s lips.

    The mother and daughter pair seem to know how to make people angry.

    Deltan narrowed his eyebrows.

    Agnes looked at Deltan with pity.

    “I pity young people.”

    “Who did you learn those words from?”

    “Chef!”

    The chef at the Duke’s residence seemed to be a very compassionate person.

    ‘No, that’s not important.’

    Deltan shook off the random thoughts that came to mind.

    It was not the time to be like this.

    This place was now a dream, and I had to think about a way to get out right away.

    ‘There are no leads right now.’

    Like any other quest, this game rarely gives clues to the quest.

    As such, the purpose must be derived through reasoning, and judging from experience so far, there are three ways to solve this type of quest.

    The first is to destroy the subject of illusion.

    But in this case it wasn’t right.

    Since it is a dream that came through a cup, a jewel, and an altar, and since it is described as a ‘ritual’, it means that clearing it will not destroy anything.

    Then second.

    Performing a specific action within an illusion.

    It was the most common solution to welcome, and to some extent, it was a solution that suited this situation as well.

    ‘Problem number three.’

    In this case, if the solution goes to the third, Delta people will be in big trouble.

    The third is none other than spending time.

    It is a form of simply watching things happen sequentially without any purpose or enemy.

    For Delta people who were pressed for time, it was the most unwelcoming welcome.

    ‘First of all, nothing has been clearly revealed.’

    It is correct to move based on the highest possibility in the second case.

    Moreover, the object to be observed was clear.

    This is clearly an illusion of which he and Agnes are the subjects.

    All you have to do is chase after that 5-year-old cute kid.

    “Honey, daughter.”

    In the meantime, a man’s voice was heard late.

    When the Deltan turned his head, what was reflected in his field of vision was the young Duke Levadein.

    There was a gorgeous man there, with not a single wrinkle on his face, neatly combed blond hair, and impressive facial features.

    This is the younger version of someone I already know.

    Deltan felt strangely awkward about that.

    “Hmm? Who is this person?”

    Duke Levadein asked.

    Deltan rolled his head.

    ‘We have to go after this family.’

    In fact, the most necessary thing to do this was to roast and boil the duke, the owner of the mansion.

    Once again, I am reminded of the background of the times.

    It was 15 years ago, 10 years since the outbreak of the devil, and it was a time when the flames of war were burning all over the continent.

    Among the major events of this period, there was one that Deltans knew about.

    “Meeting with Duke Levadein.”

    Deltan bowed briefly.

    And said.

    “It came from the Eastern Front. This is a messenger.”

    Eastern Front.

    In today’s era, it was a battleground fraught with territorial disputes with different races.

    Although he had not yet ascended to the position of prime minister, Duke Levadein was continuing his work in the imperial castle in the role of collecting the situation on the front at the time.

    Duke Levadein’s expression slightly hardened.

    “… You were a noble person.”

    “Can I ask for a seat?”

    “Let’s do that. Would you like to go straight to the mansion?”

    “Yes.”

    Duke Leviathan nodded and headed to the carriage.

    Leah Levadein looked surprised, and five-year-old Agnes looked puzzled.

    “You were a soldier?”

    “Then?”

    “Oh my, will you only be polite to your husband?”

    “The only ones who have to be polite on the battlefield are their superiors.”

    Leah Levadein looked at Deltan with a ‘hmm’.

    It didn’t seem like he was in a particularly bad mood.

    Meanwhile, Agnes asked.

    “What is a soldier?”

    “The one who protects the empire.”

    “Stronger than your dad?”

    “Dad is stronger, right?”

    “What, then you’re weak.”

    This was a good indication of Duke Levadein’s position within this family.

    Deltan laughed again at that boldness.

    “Why won’t you come?”

    Duke Levadeine spoke from the carriage.

    Deltan immediately got into the carriage.

    *

    Before long, we reached the duke’s residence.

    The Duke who arrived did not differ much from what the Deltans knew, which was only natural if you think about it a little.

    It is a mansion that has been standing for hundreds of years, but it is impossible for there to be any dramatic changes in those 15 years.

    If I had to point out something different, it would be that in 15 years, several magical engineering products made by Deltans themselves will be built here.

    “Hmm, is that telegram very urgent?”

    While Deltan was looking around, Duke Levadein suddenly asked a question.

    Deltan shook his head.

    “I’m here to report the situation. Moreover, there are other things to do in the system, so you have to stay for a while.”

    “Thank goodness.”

    “Is there anything urgent?”

    “Today is the day to eat out with my family.”

    Duke Levadein smiled shyly.

    Deltan pleased him by recalling a rumor he had heard when he was in the archipelago.

    “You are the person who personally realized the romance of the century.”

    “It’s that sound wherever you go. Actually, I’m embarrassed. If you just follow the path your heart follows. Didn’t you throw away your duty because of that?”

    “I don’t think there is any reason to be criticized. If there is someone who criticizes you, you are probably jealous of them.”

    “Jealousy?”

    “Aren’t those who cannot escape the shackles of duty looked down upon out of envy?”

    “Interesting perspective.”

    Duke Levadeine laughed.

    Deltan spoke at that moment.

    “Ah, if it’s not rude, may I take care of you at the duke’s residence? I wasn’t looking for accommodation in particular. Besides, isn’t being a soldier a bit of a low salary?”

    As I joked, Duke Levadein said as if he was surprised.

    “You really were a soldier. Not an officer.”

    “He has the authority to command, but he cannot be an officer. I’m not a noble.”

    “I thought you were a nobleman. Especially the attitude and appearance.”

    “I heard a lot that you look cute.”

    “You’re shameless. You’re a fun friend.”

    Duke Levadeine laughed cheerfully.

    “Good, we have a few rooms for guests, so please ask the head butler.”

    “Thank you for your kindness.”

    It was easy.

    Duke Levadein was one of the people who knew the nature of the Deltans very well.

    “Oh, and did you even eat?”

    “Not yet picked up.”

    “Then let’s go together.”

    “I heard it was a family meal out… Won’t it be a nuisance?”

    “What about it? Your wife and daughter seem to view you quite favorably.”

    “Then I will not decline.”

    “My daughter is into knight play these days. Please have fun.”

    That was the purpose.

    Deltan realized the true intention behind his favor.

    I am truly devoted to my family.

    ‘After 15 years, this person… .’

    I got engaged to my daughter’s friend.

    It was an ironic fate.

    *

    The place we arrived was a restaurant we had already been to several times.

    Of course, this is a story 15 years later.

    The current chef seemed to be the father of the chef from the Deltan era.

    Are they trying to come up with a different dish?

    Deltan sat down with faint anticipation.

    The Levadein couple sat across from us, and five-year-old Agnes sat next to us.

    “Gunin is a knight?”

    “It’s not different.”

    “Then can you use Manacal?”

    It’s a mana sword, it seems to refer to an auror sword.

    It is an art that can be used even by a Commander level player, just below Central, and it is an art that Deltans can also imitate based on their overwhelming amount of mana.

    Deltan picked up the knife and pushed Mana into it.

    Then, blue mana was overlaid on the knife.

    It was roughly about 40 centimeters in size.

    “Wow!”

    Agnes stretched out her hand, her eyes sparkling.

    Deltan hastily collected mana.

    “Dangerously.”

    “Show me again!”

    “It is not a toy.”

    “I am a princess!”

    “Do things like that bigger and bigger, kid.”

    Deltan snorted and broke Agnes’ stubbornness.

    Agnes trembled and the Duke and Duchess laughed.

    “You seem to like children. Handles it pretty well.”

    “It’s not like that.”

    I only knew because of my experience with five-year-old Agnes.

    He is a stubborn little boy.

    Since there is no way to get an answer through coaxing and appeasing, it is better to take a hard line.

    Agnes tapped Deltan’s arm with a sullen face.

    Deltan ignored that and ate the salad that came as an appetizer with his fork.

    “Are you not eating?”

    “I hate grass!”

    “Like that.”

    Deltan tried to put the salad in his mouth.

    Then I stopped at the pungent scent.

    “What’s wrong?”

    “… .”

    There were pickles.

    A very big one too.

    Deltan put down his fork and rummaged through the salad, pulling out all the pickles.

    Agnes puffs! I laughed.

    “Picky eater! dad! He’s a picky eater!”

    “Fucking.”

    Pickles do not fall into the category of food, so they are not picky eaters.

    The Delta man ate only the grass, excluding the pickles, with a look of disgust on his face.

    There was no chewy texture, but the pickle scent was strong.

    There was no second Delta fork.

    “Excuse me.”

    Meanwhile, the waitress brought out the first dish.

    It’s a meat dish.

    The menu was a little different from what Deltans are familiar with.

    It was a heavy start from the beginning, but the chef’s intention was probably there, so he started sharpening his knife with the intention of eating first, and immediately after putting the dish in his mouth, Deltan’s eyes widened.

    “Isn’t it okay? The chef’s cooking skills are excellent.”

    Duke Levadein said with a smile.

    Leah Levadein was giggling too.

    However, there was no sentiment that Deltans reacted shamefully.

    Meat that melts smoothly and doesn’t weigh you down was so amazing.

    “I come here often because my daughter likes it.”

    Deltan looked at Agnes.

    Clearly, Agnes was making a happy face as she cupped her plump cheeks.

    It seemed strange to Deltans.

    Deltan had never seen Agnes eat food so deliciously.

    This is because Agnes has a dull sense of taste.

    I knew this because I had used her body.

    ‘I guess I was fine when I was young.’

    Is the dull sense of taste also due to Mahua?

    While I was thinking absentmindedly, the next dish followed.

    In general, it was the type of admiration, and even then, there were times when Deltans’ eyes turned to Agnes.

    This is why I was so unfamiliar with her enjoying food.

    That kind of time continued for a long time.

    “Aren’t you staring at my daughter too much?”

    Leah Levadeine asked playfully.

    Deltan’s brows narrowed.

    Agnes asked, squinting.

    “Do you look at me a lot?”

    “Yeah, he was staring at your daughter a lot?”

    “What… .”

    “Mister, do you like me?”

    Agnes said something that touched my nerves.

    Deltan opened his eyes grimly and looked at Agnes, but the bold five-year-old regarded the gaze with shame.

    “I know what’s pretty. But I’m sorry, I’m going to marry my dad.”

    Duke Levadein shed tears of emotion.

    Deltan had to seriously consider whether hitting a five-year-old with a stick on the top of his head was discipline or abuse.

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