Ch.BONUSEpilogue: Daughters – 1

“Morning, Dad!”

My eyes opened automatically at the sound calling me. Despite having just woken up, my eyelids felt surprisingly light as I lifted them to see an adorable little girl sitting on my stomach, looking down at me with a bright smile.

Black bob-cut hair that barely reached her shoulders, pitch-black dark eyes, and a name—’Flora Eleonora.’

She was the daughter between me and one of my wives, Olivia Eleonora.

“What is it, my princess?”

When I opened my arms, Flora smiled broadly and hugged me tightly. Her cheeks, still slightly chubby with baby fat, nuzzled against mine.

While patting Flora’s back, I discreetly checked the time. 8 AM. Considering I usually woke up precisely at 6 AM, this was clearly late.

The fact that I woke up two hours later than usual, despite no longer needing sleep after transcending the very concept of humanity… I examined my physical condition carefully, making sure Flora wouldn’t notice.

‘As expected.’

There were traces of sleep magic affecting my body.

This was likely the doing of this tiny little devil who was now happily rubbing her cheek against mine with a delighted smile.

Fortunately, it seemed I hadn’t been subjected to anything particularly strange while under the sleep spell. If that had been the case, I would have had no choice but to scold Flora with tears in my eyes.

“Should our princess be using magic on Daddy, or not?”

I had to at least give her a hint. As I sat up and said this, Flora, who had naturally wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, grinned mischievously.

“Flora didn’t do anything though?”

Her attitude suggested she was completely innocent. I couldn’t help but smile at her brazenness. How should I put it—these children were so precious that even when they acted like this, it was really hard to scold them.

They were also incredibly perceptive, so they never did anything that would warrant serious punishment.

“Now, let’s head to the kitchen~!”

Flora showed off her childlike innocence as she pointed dramatically toward the door. However, despite her appearance suggesting she was around 10 years old at most, Flora’s actual age was nearly 100 years.

It wasn’t just her—all the other children were the same.

My wives, not wanting to lose to each other, had given birth to such “perfect” children that their physical bodies inherited abilities beyond imagination, causing their growth to be extremely slow.

According to Olivia and Charlotte, it would take about a thousand years for my daughters to reach physical adulthood. Well, a thousand years is hardly significant for us anyway.

“Let’s go, let’s go~!”

With the idle thought of wondering how long this innocence would last, I carried Flora out of the bedroom.

There was only Flora and me in the bedroom, which meant my other wives and daughters were somewhere else, each doing their own thing.

“Faster! Your blade is too slow!”

“Haaah!”

For instance, crossing wooden swords in the garden.

We paused briefly on the terrace to observe the two women in the garden. One was my wife, Serena Elizabeth, and the other was Serena’s daughter, Sharon Elizabeth.

They were exchanging attacks and defenses at speeds invisible to the eye, creating tremendous air pressure. Grass, water from the lake, and garden trees were all being torn away by the wind.

If not for the automatic restoration magic, the entire garden would have been blown away long ago.

“Can you see them, princess?”

“Yes, I can see them!”

“How many attacks just passed between them?”

Serena had just shouted “Your arm is open!” and swung her wooden sword, stopping just in front of Sharon’s elbow. Flora pondered something carefully before answering with a bright smile.

“Eighty-three times!”

“That’s correct.”

“Yaaay!”

I smiled and patted her head, while Flora, still in my arms, practically bounced with joy.

Yes, 83 times. In that brief moment when Serena and Sharon shouted that an arm was open and stopped their wooden swords just in front of the elbow, they had exchanged 83 attacks and defenses.

Even that was merely Serena “somewhat” adjusting her speed to match her daughter who was still inexperienced with swordsmanship. That’s why Flora was able to see and count the exchanges.

Serena soon withdrew her wooden sword. Sharon, who had apparently detected our presence for some time, silently followed her mother’s lead and dissolved her wooden sword into mana.

“Daddyyy~!”

Then, with a voice as innocent as her appearance, she called out to me and came running at full speed. “Running” is a generous term—she moved so fast she left afterimages behind.

I shifted Flora to my left arm and caught Sharon as she dashed toward me. Sitting on my forearm, Sharon grinned happily and wrapped her arms around my neck. Flora’s cheeks puffed out slightly.

“You’ve arrived, my lord.”

“My lord?”

“That was a slip of the tongue, my dear.”

I exchanged a brief conversation with Serena, who had somehow appeared beside me, both of us wearing faint smiles. This had become a routine exchange. Serena would call me “my lord,” and I would point out the title.

For some reason, Serena seemed to enjoy this brief routine immensely.

“Breakfast?”

“Not yet. And you?”

Although the concept of eating was also no longer necessary for us, I insisted that we must maintain sleep and meals to preserve our identity as humans.

Since I insisted, my wives followed without question.

“That’s good timing. We were on our way to the dining room. Let’s go together.”

“Yes, my dear. I’ll follow.”

Serena gave a short bow and pressed close to my right arm where Sharon was nestled.

“Move 0.000023cm to the side! That’s exactly half!”

“Hmph, I don’t want to! Why should I? If you’re upset, you should have come to Dad earlier.”

Sharon and Flora were bickering over who got to claim more territory while clinging to my neck.

Seeing the daughters who looked and spoke exactly like their mothers squabbling, I silently flexed my arms, and they both immediately behaved. Though their slightly puffed cheeks suggested they weren’t completely satisfied.

“Has Christine eaten yet?”

“No.”

“Then we should call Christine too. She’s probably in the chapel right now, so we should call her…?”

“Were you looking for this humble Christine, my God?”

Before I could finish speaking, a door of light appeared in the empty air, and Christine emerged. Behind her walked a girl of about 10 years who looked exactly like Christine.

“Father God.”

A girl with brown hair and yellow eyes just like her mother’s. Christine Hildegard’s daughter, Daniela Hildegard.

“What were you doing?”

“What else would we be doing, my God?”

Right, probably nothing but prayer and praise.

Directed at me.

“…Christine. I understand how you feel, but Daniela is still—”

“It was my wish, Father God. Please do not blame my mother. If punishment is needed, let me bear it gladly instead of my mother.”

Daniela stepped between us as if to protect Christine. When she went that far, I had nothing more to say. I swallowed the words I was about to speak.

Just as Flora closely resembled her mother Olivia in appearance and speech, and Sharon resembled her mother Serena, Daniela was the same.

Not only that, but she also spent most of her day in prayer and praise when she had no other duties, just like her mother. Since I required 6 hours of sleep, that meant about 15 hours of prayer daily.

The remaining 3 hours were for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

I try to discourage this whenever it comes to mind, but I can’t bring myself to be too forceful when I remember how she tearfully begged me not to stop her from doing what she loves. And Christine looked so proud of her daughter. It seemed that unlike the torture-like prayers she had endured in the past, this was voluntary faith.

“Alright. I won’t say anything. Come here, Daniela.”

I naturally opened my arms and invited Daniela, who was trying to maintain a blank expression despite her twitching lips, into my “empty arm.”

I was already holding Flora in my left arm and Sharon in my right, but creating another arm to hold Daniela by overlapping space was a simple matter.

So with one daughter in each arm, a total of three, and with Christine and Serena flanking me on either side, I went to find the last one—no, the last two.

“Have you come, my husband? Good morning.”

Charlotte, sitting in the study sipping tea, and…

“Welcome, my father.”

Her daughter, Adelina de Gargantua, who was processing documents at a terrifying speed beside her.

Adelina was processing documents at a rate of approximately 9,600 pages per second. She once said her goal was to catch up to her mother, who had recently surpassed 20,000 pages. She still had a long way to go.

Charlotte was watching with a pleased smile. Her black-gloved hand gently stroked the silver hair that so resembled her own.

“How much longer? If there’s a lot left, I should tell Olivia to wait a little longer.”

“Almost done, my father. This is… the end.”

After neatly organizing the last document, Adelina looked over each of my daughters in my arms with a cold smile. The arms around my neck tightened.

Her blood-red eyes finally turned to me. Her lips curled up ominously, and she flicked her middle finger against her thumb.

—Snap!

“Huh? Whaaat?”

“…Ugh!”

“Father God…!”

Simultaneously, Flora, Sharon, and Daniela, who had been in my arms, floated up into the air and scattered. She had forcibly separated the timeline where my daughters were in my arms.

Serena and Christine twitched their eyebrows as they saw their daughters making sad faces and flailing after being separated from my embrace.

Having easily dispatched her competitors, Adelina teleported into my arms. Then, with a childlike innocent smile that matched her appearance, she rubbed her cheek against mine.

“Father’s embrace is truly the best. It makes my body tingle.”

“Don’t say strange things, and release the magic right—”

“Uuuu…”

Before I could finish demanding she release the spell, I heard a whimpering sound right beside me. It was Flora, vigorously flailing her short limbs.

“Waaaaaaaahhh!!!!!! Daddyyyyy!!!!!!”

The whimpering quickly turned into full-blown wailing.

—CRASH!

The space-time caught in the crying sound began to shatter. Nearby time axes mixed chaotically, and void dimensions crept in where space collapsed.

As time twisted, overlapping fragments became visible. The void dimension dyed the surrounding space in pitch-black darkness.

Though the dimensions around us were completely entangled and collapsing, everyone, including myself, maintained calm expressions. This level of incident was nothing special.

Serena and Sharon picked up a pen lying nearby and sliced through space-time, so they weren’t affected at all. Christine and Daniela “miraculously” remained unaffected in the tangled space-time.

Charlotte and Adelina were beyond mention.

“Adelina. Let’s have a little chat with Dad after this is over.”

I forcibly detached Adelina, whose already pale face had turned even whiter, and made my way through the tangled space-time toward Flora.

In the end, the cleanup was my responsibility.

After the commotion, we somehow managed to finish breakfast. Olivia glared at Charlotte murderously when she heard Flora had cried, but the children’s fight didn’t escalate to an adult one.

Adelina was hesitantly eating ice cream with a sullen expression after being scolded by me for claiming that “anyone caught in such a simple space-time spell is at fault.”

Sharon and Daniela were solemnly resolving to cry next time too, while Serena and Christine nodded approvingly at their daughters. Why were they pleased about that?

Flora was nestled in my arms, happily eating ice cream with a content smile. The dessert being ice cream seemed to have helped her calm down faster.

It was a dessert that Charlotte had suddenly created, saying she had a good idea. It preserved the original taste of fruits or food while being cold and sweet, making it the number one favorite dessert among my daughters.

Even Serena and Olivia would secretly take a chunk each during the night. Each time, Charlotte would diligently report to me that the ice cream had decreased and mock the two as they blushed.

Christine was the exception, of course. She had never done such a thing.

“Really now. You’re getting it all over yourself, Flora.”

Olivia looked with a loving smile at Flora, whose cheeks were smeared with strawberry ice cream, and picked up a handkerchief. But Flora turned her head away with a “hmph.”

“I want Daddy to wipe it, not Mom!”

I took the handkerchief with a wry smile and wiped her face. Hehe, Flora smiled happily. Despite being flatly rejected by her daughter, Olivia’s smile never left her face.

Sharon and Daniela were looking at Flora with envious expressions. Even Adelina, pretending not to care, was glancing this way occasionally.

‘Let’s see, I’ll do this for Sharon at lunch and for Daniela at dinner.’

Adelina would be tomorrow morning. After seeing Sharon and Daniela nestled in my arms eating ice cream, she’d come looking for me around midnight, sniffling and saying she was sorry.

“Mom.”

After taking her last spoonful of ice cream, Flora suddenly turned to Olivia. Olivia was still beaming.

“What is it, my princess?”

“You said that our Dad is the best man in the world, right?”

“Yes, I did.”

Flora followed her mother’s example with a broad smile and said:

“Then I want to marry Daddy when I grow up!”

With that bombshell statement, she put the last spoonful of ice cream in her mouth and smiled innocently.

“……”

“……”

“……”

“……”

The handkerchief in Olivia’s hand dropped to the floor with a soft thud. Even Olivia couldn’t laugh this off, as her expression gradually transformed into one of shock.

Silence fell over the dining room.