Chapter Index

    “Mites! Mite! Mite!”

    The sound of a newborn baby filling the mansion of the Karsic duchy.

    As soon as they heard that sound, Mark and Boris jumped up in a huff.

    “Master. Your son is very healthy!”

    The one holding the baby was his grandfather, Duke Karsic.

    The baby’s father stroked the baby’s face for a moment and then hurried into the birth room.

    “Olivia. Is Olivia okay?”

    “Honey. Wipe the crumbs off your mouth and come in.”

    Olivier Karcic raises his head while sitting on a delivery chair.

    Although he was wet with sweat and looked tired, there didn’t seem to be anything wrong with him.

    Mark awkwardly wiped the corner of his mouth with his steel prosthetic hand.

    Duchess Leona Karcic clicked her tongue when she saw that.

    “Tsk tsk. Mrs. Ji is bleeding profusely from trying to warm up, so she goes down to the restaurant to fill her stomach even though she can’t wait… ”

    “Don’t be so harsh, mother. He probably didn’t know it would end so quickly.”

    “… Well, I’ve never seen a woman give birth as easily as you.”

    The duke family members were eating breakfast together when Olivia felt her baby’s stomach.

    Since she was a first-time mother, everyone thought that the baby would be born tonight, or, if we were unlucky, tomorrow or the day after.

    So Boris sent Mark to a restaurant to have lunch because it was going to be a long game…

    It was unexpected for the Duke of Noh that his daughter-in-law gave birth to a child in just three hours.

    “Honey. Show me my kid.”

    Mark took his son from his father and showed him to his wife.

    “It’s my son.”

    “Oh my. Your eyes look just like your father… ”

    “… You promised at the beginning of your marriage, right? When a child is born, you decide to name your first child.”

    A provision for division of custody in case of divorce.

    But now it has turned into a cute promise to name the child.

    “Daedalus. In short, this month.”

    “… I don’t think that’s right.”

    “Reflect your opinion on the next child.”

    “Don’t get too ahead of yourself. My body isn’t fully healed yet, so what…”

    “If the birth is this easy every time, you can give birth to ten babies.”

    The couple’s smile.

    But soon, as the child began to whine, the smile turned into embarrassment.

    “What should I do? Crying.”

    “… Is it because my arms are cold?”

    Mark rushed to hand the baby to Olivia, but she shook her head.

    “If that’s the case, keep holding it.

    The baby will have to adapt too.

    The feel of dad’s arm… ”

    The Duke and Duchess leaned against the door and watched contentedly as the new parents comforted their baby.

    The old woman picked up her handkerchief and wiped her tears.

    “Ugh. I am also the main policyholder. It’s not even sad, but I’m crying.”

    “Isn’t it sad?”

    “Why?”

    “Now, when people call me grandma, I can’t refute it – Ouch!”

    Intense back smashing.

    Boris Karsic is a warrior whose entire body is like a wall, as his dozens of scars clearly indicate.

    But he also had something to fear –

    “Inspiration. Can’t you tell what to say and what not to say to your wife?”

    “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. It was just a joke… ”

    Boris is sweating in front of his wife’s burning anger.

    Fortunately for the Duke, there was someone else to divert Leona Karcic’s attention.

    “Have you already given birth?

    nephew! Show me your nephew-

    Ouch!”

    Mina, who was running hurriedly and making a fuss, was immediately grabbed by her mother’s earlobe.

    “Mina Karcic!”

    “Mom- No, mother. Please let go of this!”

    “How many times do I tell you that girls can run around the house until they are 7 years old!”

    The Duchess began to discipline her daughter for the hundredth time.

    “Really! I barely taught them some manners, but they forgot everything at the academy!

    Look at your sister-in-law! Don’t scream even while giving birth!

    This is the posture of a real lady!”

    “Ahh! Mom really! Let go of this!”

    “Who do you really resemble that makes you talk like this!”

    The same thought ran through the minds of everyone there.

    I think it’s obvious who I resemble…

    ————————————————– ——————-

    “Ouch… I look like I’m losing my hearing… ”

    A few hours had passed since the baby was born, but Mina was still playing with her ear as if it was in pain.

    “Would you like me to give you an ice pack?”

    “It’s not that much, Indira.”

    “… Have you thought about a gift to give to the newly born Little Daedalus?”

    “Gift.”

    This is the custom of the Karsic duchy.

    When a child is born, relatives give each child a weapon as a gift.

    If war clouds are in the air, you will be given practical armor and a bayonet.

    In times of peace, a ceremonial sword or a pen, a ‘writer’s weapon’, is handed over.

    So, the gift Mina will give to her nephew now is-

    “I decided. These are all the romantic era models I will paint so far!”

    “Lady?”

    Indira opens her eyes wide.

    “Why? My brother and sister-in-law also like the romantic era.

    And just like Graven said-”

    Mina clears her throat and shouts.

    “Holding the shield of model! Let’s take out the sword called dice and face it!”

    “But you want to gift more than just one or two models, and all Red Horse units?

    What are you planning to do next semester? no way. Now stop playing games and focus on studying-”

    “That can’t be possible. There is no way I can study.”

    A duke’s daughter who casually says things that would upset her mother if she heard them.

    “Look at my real sister.

    I studied well and became a scholar, but I was so busy that I couldn’t come when my nephew was born.

    I just feel most comfortable living like this.”

    “Then… ”

    Smiling, Mina took out a small booklet.

    Catalog sent by Priestley Wonders.

    “I thought a new crew would be appropriate for the new semester.”

    “Ah! New factions have appeared!”

    “Yes. Which one would be better… ”

    It is difficult to choose based on performance.

    The in-game mechanics are clearly revealed in the Phantom Thieves and the World’s Worst Circle, where the leader of Uruk gathers all the models together and attempts a battle.

    For the remaining three, the models were only revealed in fragments at the Festival of Romance, and it is unknown how the gameplay takes place.

    In other words…

    “Let’s choose something that appeals to us!”

    Mina quickly ruled out the phantom thieves.

    I don’t want to play a game that focuses on psychological warfare where you just move around without fighting.

    The world’s worst crew… It’s too extreme. If my mother caught me using a crew like this, I wouldn’t be able to tell her anything.

    All that’s left is-

    “The Great Lake monsters are so disgusting.”

    “What about the underground guardians?”

    “It’s not bad. It’s not bad… ”

    Does that mean I’m not that attracted to it?

    Mina started looking through the catalog.

    Golems, crystals, and a mysterious secret society.

    Umm. Would it be fun to paint and collect?

    “Huh?”

    As she turned the pages, a picture caught her eye.

    A flowing cape and a scarf covering the mouth.

    A rough beard and sorrowful eyes.

    A sniper armed with a state-of-the-art firearm.

    The name is-

    “A member of the Romelo village militia, a lone gunman… ”

    She held the booklet close to her eyes.

    To see even a little bit of the detail of the model.

    “Lady.”

    “I know. My eyes are getting worse. But just a little… ”

    “You are drooling.”

    uh?

    Mina wiped her mouth furiously.

    Indira laughed and asked a question.

    “So you decided to join the militia?”

    “Umm… I don’t know. Other than this, I don’t really like the militia… ”

    On average, I actually like the underground guardians.

    Because terracotta warriors are cooler than commoners who can’t even use magic.

    It would be perfect if they just added a lone gunman to the Underground Guardians!

    Mina thought for a while and eventually made up her mind.

    “Indira.”

    “Yes.”

    “Romelo Village Militia Starter Pack. Order.”

    “Okay!”

    ————————————————– ———————————

    Dinner had just ended, and Duke Karcic was sitting in his study.

    The family’s laughter can be heard through the crack in the door.

    I feel like I can’t wait to hug my grandchild.

    But what you can’t do is…

    I’m sorry, Boris.

    I don’t think it will be possible to suggest any more compromises.

    The majority of the replacement faction are those who say that Lilac Bonnet is not qualified to be a princess.

    I underestimated the Director of Intelligence’s influence.

    Of course, the probability of a coup or rebellion is still low.

    but… I think it’s a lack of power, not a lack of respect.

    Please be careful. I hope we both make it out of this turmoil alive.

    The duke tapped the letter sent by Elk Knizia with his finger.

    The influence of the Director of Intelligence.

    Of course, this does not refer to the new Director of Intelligence.

    More than two months had passed since he submitted his resignation, but Hermann Jorowicz was still known as the head of the intelligence service.

    Olivia’s uncle doesn’t have any title anymore, but he doesn’t seem to care and is moving behind the scenes of the replacement faction.

    The thing that bothers me most of all is… It is a questionable flow of funds.

    Through banks and chambers of commerce, reports are coming in that Replacement aristocrats are delivering slush funds to Hermann.

    Are you gathering an army? Or contact with foreign countries?

    The Duke, who had been considering various possibilities, shook his head.

    A military cannot be raised with money alone. Producing weapons and training would leave too much evidence, and the emperor would not be willing to tolerate that.

    And the Director of Intelligence is a fanatical patriot. We won’t join hands with foreign countries.

    … So what is it?

    Boris suffered so deeply that his wrinkles appeared, but no answer came to mind.

    ‘Well, I don’t have the personality to be a strategist like an elk… ‘

    “Father! welcome! Daedalus laughed!”

    “Oh my, look at his bright eyes.”

    “Coming soon!”

    The duke put the letter from the other duke in a drawer.

    I guess I can rest for today.

    Maybe these harmonious days… Because it might not be long…

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