I’Ll Protect My Tyrant Dad! [EN]: Chapter 30

Delphia’s Appearance

March 14, 2023

He glanced at Leonhardt and Acid, then called the maids in a seemingly gentle, low voice.

“Prepare a generous evening dessert for Cien’s fri…ends as well.”

“Huh? Then who am I eating with?”

“Cien, you promised to eat delicious things with Daddy.”

“Huh? With Appa [Dad]…?”

“Yes, Cien. You promised to eat with Daddy.”

I was swayed by Dad’s tearful and innocent expression.

“Okay! Baby, Leonhardt! Friends! See you later!”

‘Still, Leonhardt and Acid have made up! I should create opportunities for them to meet and make them both my close aides.’

I smiled happily and firmly grabbed Dad’s muscular arm.

‘Did Dad eat a lot of chicken breast and sweet potatoes?’

It was a sturdy arm that even the muscle-bound maids would envy.

However…

I sighed deeply, looking at Dad’s lovely eyes.

His body is as strong as a knight, but he looks too kind.

I need to become a worse person than I am now to protect Dad.

***

Leonhardt and Acid were left alone.

From Leonhardt’s perspective, he no longer intended to bully Acid.

‘When I think about it, why did I do that? It’s like jealousy.’

Was it from the moment the maids introduced that Acid guy as a keychain that follows Nighty around?

He had presumptuously raised his voice, thinking he would be the only one by Nighty’s side.

‘…It was a pointless thought. It’s not like I’m close to anyone.’

Such a thing doesn’t exist.

That Nighty, Cien, he just thought she looked smart, so he was only planning to get a little closer.

Leonhardt vehemently denied his feelings and stared at Acid.

Anyway, he was willing to show generosity as Cien’s fri…end.

To be honest, at first, he felt strange seeing Acid sticking by Cien’s side… Of course, he still feels a bit that way…

But now there’s a common enemy.

He called Acid as if giving a warning and whispered in a low voice.

“That person is Matthias Mirmord.”

“Yes?”

Acid tilted his head with a bewildered look.

“He’s the strongest here… and he’s not interested in children.”

“But he was looking at Cien with such loving eyes-”

“No.”

Leonhardt had never received a ‘loving’ gaze from anyone in his life. The boy was that insensitive to emotions. So, Leonhardt whispered quietly.

“He’s threatening Cien. I heard it directly from Cien.”

Cien would be dumbfounded if she heard this, but Leonhardt firmly believed it.

Acid’s face turned pale at those words.

“What, what could possibly threaten a little baby princess?”

“Right. It’s scary.”

Leonhardt looked at Acid with narrowed eyes.

“Cien… is walking into a death trap for our sake.”

“…Excuse me?”

“She left so we wouldn’t become Matthias’ prey!”

“Th, that’s…”

Just as confusion clouded Acid’s eyes, Leonhardt’s gaze sharpened.

“So, if you’re going to be in this mansion, protect Cien. When I can’t see her.”

Acid looked at Matthias and Cien, who had entered the mansion.

Then… just like Cien saved him, could he also be of help to Cien?

Acid carefully clenched his fist and nodded forcefully.

“Yes!”

It didn’t take long for his slumped shoulders to straighten and his expression to harden.

The two’s resolute gazes met in the air.

And-.

“Um, it’s not like there are only two of you here, we’re here too.”

“I know, right? Like we’re just standing here for show.”

…The maids yawned widely and whispered to them.

“Now it’s the young master’s and the little kid’s turn to go to the tea table.”

The muscle-bound maids began their escort, showing off their solid forearms.

And so, the four of them headed to the mansion’s drawing room.

***

At the same time, I left the two of them and went to Dad’s study for tea time.

For some reason, Dad, who was in despair, was picking at his cake, making me worry.

“Dad, what’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing… I just don’t have an appetite…”

“Huh? Why don’t you have an appetite?”

“Well…”

Thinking I should tell him a good story to boost Dad’s appetite, I smiled brightly.

“Oh, right. Dad, I made a friend!”

At those words, Dad put down his fork altogether. I tilted my head at his more haggard expression than usual.

Dad quietly lowered his eyes and said.

“But Daddy is still the best, right?”

I smiled bashfully and affirmed to Dad.

“Yeah! Daddy can be the best if you become just a little bit worse!”

“…”

“Become worse and let’s defeat this bad family!”

Dad looked shocked again and said.

“Cien, I said I would make the family members kind…”

His voice even cracked, so he really seemed shocked.

‘Dad is still very resistant to becoming a bad guy.’

Just as I was thinking so hard that my little head was about to explode, Dad whispered softly.

“Ah, right. Cien. I have something to tell you.”

I had almost finished my cake, so I had to take off the uncomfortable bib. Dad, who was looking at me, said solemnly.

“Let’s go to the Meloang Infant Academy Happiness Course together with Daddy.”

“…What?”

In an instant, my face turned pale.

Meloang Infant Academy Happiness 1-Day Course.

To be exact, this is like Cheonghakdong [a traditional Korean village emphasizing Confucian values], a temple stay. It was a place where etiquette education was conducted to make bad babies good and good babies calm.

Whenever I caused trouble when I was staying in the village, Dad would go to that academy with me.

If I went there, kind adults and children with good scents would gather around me…

‘Cien, you’re so lovely. Cien was born to be loved.’

‘The world is beautiful. Everyone is friends.’

‘Now, let’s practice emptying our bad hearts.’

I absolutely didn’t want to go to that place where my soul, full of ingrained grime, would be bleached.

I looked at Dad and shouted loudly.

“No! I’m going to become the worst of the worst!”

Seeing me so horrified, Dad smiled softly.

“That’s why we have to go, Cien.”

I sighed deeply and shook my head.

Becoming good is absolutely opposed.

I looked at Dad with blazing eyes.

The fire blazed in my heart, which had been determined to give up on Dad’s conversion for the time being and become strong on my own.

‘If direct brainwashing doesn’t work, I’ll at least give him indirect villain training.’

Incidentally, it would also be necessary for me to become the strongest villain and secretly protect Dad.

I sighed inwardly and clenched my fist.

Dad doesn’t seem to have any intention of becoming a great villain, so it was time to change the plan.

***

The next morning, Delphia Mirmord returned to the Mirmord family.

Contrary to the public’s usual assessment that she was psychotic, she returned rather quietly in a carriage.

She headed to her mansion, which was separately prepared within the Duke’s residence, and pushed the bewildered maids away as if they were annoying, and locked herself in her room.

One of the maids, who had barely overcome her fear, cautiously asked Delphia.

“Shall I prepare a bath?”

“A bath, my ass. Ask about the soldiers’ training and inspection first. That’s the duty of my maid, isn’t it?”

The maid, whose liver was too small to be a Mirmord family maid, asked cautiously.

“Wh…what about the inspection…?”

“I swept away all the annoying guys and left it to the adjutant. Ah, my mansion still has splendid taxidermied specimens left, right?”

“Y, yes…”

Delphia smiled as she looked at the various taxidermied specimens hanging on the wall of her bedroom.

The taxidermied specimen of the pure white snow leopard monster, which she cherished the most, was a top-quality product with not a single hair damaged. Delphia had a bizarre hobby of killing and taxidermying things she liked in perfect condition.

“I’ve roughly checked the taxidermied specimens, so that’s enough…”

First of all, I’m here because of Matthias. And also because of the little girl who seems to be Matthias’ weakness, Cien.

It’s a bit unethical to target Matthias Mirmord first, so should I target the child first?

“I told you to gather information about Cien Mirmord before I came, right.”

“Ah, yes, yep!”

Delphia elegantly gazed at the well-trained maid and slumped down on a chair, crossing her legs.

“Who in the family has contacted Cien Mirmord?”

If she doesn’t provide proper information about Cien Mirmord, she’ll be killed by that ‘mad dog of the wasteland,’ Delphia Mirmord.

Firmly reminding herself of that fact, the maid poured out information as if she had been waiting for it.

“The children of the vassals… Leonhardt Mirmord, and Duchess Rukella.”

Duchess Rukella, huh. Delphia’s brow furrowed.

To be related to ‘that’ Duchess Rukella.

“The kids are fine. What about Leonhardt Mirmord…”

Leonhardt Mirmord has potential that others don’t know about.

Delphia knew that fact well, but anyway, he was just a baby weaker than her.

It doesn’t seem like that potential will properly bloom in this family anyway.

More important than that was the big shot, Duchess Rukella.

Even though her power has waned, she’s said to have waned it herself, so she’s by no means an easy opponent.

“What is the relationship between Duchess Rukella and that runt?”

“Wh, runt?”

“Yeah. I mean Cien Mirmord.”

Perhaps because it was a short time to obtain information, the maid’s forehead was covered in fine cold sweat because she didn’t have time to figure out the Duchess’s mood.

“Well… it must be a superficial level. Duchess Rukella hates children and has no affection for Young Master Matthias either.”

“Really? Is that so.”

Delphia immediately got up.

“Y, yes. Delphia, what, why are you suddenly getting up…? I prepared a bath…”

The maid was sweating at Delphia’s sudden attitude.

“Why are you so obsessed with the bath?”

She shrugged her shoulders and exclaimed to the maid.

“What’s the problem? I’m going to visit Duchess Rukella.”

I should go to Duchess Rukella and bring up Cien Mirmord.

“I can’t stand being curious.”

Delphia stretched her legs as if stretching and laughed. She didn’t even listen to the maid saying, ‘You’re full of dirt…’

Well, to be honest, Cien Mirmord, that girl, is just bait.