I’Ll Protect My Tyrant Dad! [EN]: Chapter 54

The Tyrant Father I’ll Protect! Episode 54. The Woman Called a Villain (54/140)

54. The Woman Called a Villain

2023.06.06.

Meanwhile, in the Merci region, Matthias opened a gate between the Demon Realm and this world, and demons poured out.

Axel Mirmod would have charged madly at those demons, as would the crazed troops who followed Axel, reveling in slaughter.

But they wouldn’t know that these demons were their end.

The moment all the demons were dead, the gate to the Demon Realm would fully open.

And Axel Mirmod would be dragged inside.

Even if he survived in the Demon Realm, he wouldn’t be able to return for about ten years, stuck in the mire. Even if he returned after losing all his abilities, he could be easily crushed.

Matthias smirked and propped up his chin.

It could be called a cruel act. But….

In his mind, a small child wrapped in a blanket, Sien, appeared.

Not like now, chattering away, but five years ago.

The small baby who couldn’t even cry easily and stifled her sobs.

And Axel Mirmod, who mocked Sien in his arms.

‘Why don’t you just throw away that worthless little thing?’

‘Shut up.’

‘That’s the blood of a cursed one. Getting close will kill you.’

Matthias wanted to crush Axel Mirmod, but having just returned from the trial, he had to focus solely on taking care of Sien.

That was because of the request from that woman who had been branded a witch and executed in the trial.

A woman who was called a villain, falsely accused of summoning a demon to the empire.

Sien’s mother, Yuela.

Now, no one knows her name, but Matthias still hadn’t forgotten.

Matthias recalled Yuela’s last words, her pink hair and green eyes exactly like Sien’s.

‘This child’s name is Sien.’

Even if she died, she asked him to raise her into a kind and gentle child, healthy and strong.

Until he heard those words, Matthias didn’t say anything.

He didn’t have any particular affection for Sien.

However, the moment he met Sien’s innocent green eyes, gazing at him with a clear gaze, he abandoned his title as heir as if drawn by a predetermined fate.

After summoning him, insulting him, and killing the judge who branded Yuela as a witch, he abandoned his rightful place as heir for Sien’s happy life and left.

But even then, he kept pondering what Yuela had said.

There were people who plotted to kill Yuela and Matthias; she was wronged… long stories.

The moment he recalled those stories, Matthias’s lips twisted.

He had been biding his time for five years to take revenge, and now it was time to draw his sword for real.

Matthias clenched his teeth and asked quietly.

“Take care of it as quickly as possible.”

The day to throw Axel Mirmod into the Demon Realm’s pit was not far off. Seeing his cold expression, his aide carefully opened his mouth.

“Yes, but there is something more important.”

“What is it?”

If there was something more important, there would only be one thing.

“Lady Sien has established a trading company.”

Yes, Sien.

“What?”

That five-year-old, country bumpkin?

My lovely daughter?

“Is someone trying to use Sien?”

He was puzzled by the unexpected news of Sien for a moment.

“Yes. Moreover, something not so good seems to have happened….”

The aide began to whisper in Matthias’s ear.

His expression distorted terribly.

There was no doubt that his daughter’s small trading company had fallen into a trap.

***

“We need a patron to support the trading company. They say her father, Matthias, isn’t allowed, and direct family members are difficult.”

“A patron…?”

At my question, Deedri unnie [term of endearment for older sister or female friend] sighed deeply.

“It’s originally a nominal system, but anonymous reports are flooding the Imperial Palace. They say it doesn’t make sense for a 5-year-old to create a trading company, and isn’t it child exploitation?”

The Imperial Palace official didn’t come in person, perhaps afraid of entering the Mirmod family, and notified us in writing. I looked at the notification fluttering in the air and sighed, “Phew.”

“If we don’t have a patron within a week, we’ll be shut down.”

“Gasp.”

“Heeck.”

The exclamations didn’t come from me.

I just scratched my cheek with a very stiff, mochi-like expression.

“Huum.”

“It’s called unfair child labor exploitation. In reality, there are cases where people pretend to run a trading company under a child’s name to evade taxes.”

“Good law.”

It’s not good for me, though.

Anyway, what’s more important than that is that someone dug a trap targeting me.

Axel Mirmod is busy quelling the riot right now, so the culprit is roughly narrowed down.

I looked at the paladin Ted, who was standing steadfastly, and said.

“Ted.”

“Yes?”

I looked at him and asked innocently.

“You know, Gabriele doesn’t like me, does she?”

“Ah……”

“The temple people don’t like our family either, do they?”

Ted bit his lip as if he couldn’t bring himself to speak.

“……I’m sorry.”

That word alone was enough to convey his intention.

I shook my head and waved my hand.

“Why is Ted sorry? It’s okay.”

‘I’m the kind of person who hates joint responsibility.’

Let’s think carefully. The person who plotted this scheme is probably from the temple.

To be exact, Gabriele, who sees me as a thorn in her side. And the Melodia Saintess, who is behind her.

There was a story that she would be inaugurated as a saintess tomorrow.

I wondered how Melodia, who had gained power, would act in the future.

‘Around the time of her inauguration as a saintess, will she try to mess with Mirmod?’

I propped my chin with my small hand.

As I was silent, the voices of the worried maid unnies began to be heard in my ears.

“Who should we ask to be the patron……? I don’t know if it’s possible since it’s late.”

“It’ll be difficult, but should we try to step forward from our family?”

“Your family isn’t bad. Because we have some connections with the information guild.”

At those words, the maid unnies nodded.

It was definitely a good thing for the Pute family to come forward, as they said, but I was thinking of refusing.

“No. It’s okay.”

At my firm words, the maid unnies stopped all their movements.

They had now reached the point where they would believe me even if I called a bean a red bean. Their crystal-like, sparkling eyes stared at me.

“Do you…… have a way?”

Instead of answering those words, I stuck out my small front teeth and smiled like a rabbit.

“I have a way.”

The maids opened their mouths wide at my words.

What is it, that expression as if they believed it!

“As expected!”

“I believed in you!”

Wince.

I blinked and thought.

‘Is it possible that our thoughts are being shared?’

While I was having such a futile thought, their sparkling gazes collided with me.

Just as I was getting more burdened and shivering, Ted carefully asked me.

“What, what kind of method is it?”

I quietly opened my mouth.

“Just find a patron.”

“Do you have someone in mind? Maybe a socialite you know.”

“Hehe, I think we need a strong person, right?”

I had a good idea.

A good idea that would surprise even the villains who were trying to trap me.

‘If I do well, I can also promote our trading company, right?’

I always think that the best opportunity is when you are in a pinch.

The rising air current that you ride after enduring adversity is something that cannot be easily blocked by human power.

I patted the still sturdy shoulders of the gloomy maid unnies.

Oh, their shoulders are so stiff that my hands hurt.

***

A week later, I was still staying inside the Mirmod family’s mansion.

I played rabbit-catching games with the maid unnies, took poison studies classes with Leonhardt and Grandma – still filled with only the desperate words that I had no mana – and learned about divine power with Acid and Ted.

Also, I was boobi-boobied by Delphia unnie…….

Even in the midst of all this, the Imperial Palace was constantly sending letters urging me.

The gist of the letter was to register the trading company’s business license if I didn’t register a patron immediately.

Soon after those letters arrived, aggressive messages began to fly in the newspaper two days ago.

Was it because the Mirmod family and I were silent about the closure threats disguised as demands?

It seemed that people thought I had now been abandoned by Mirmod.

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[Page 1] Sien Mirmod Trading Company, sinking like this?

The magic tool trading company ambitiously launched by Sien Mirmod (5 years old) of the Mirmod family is facing a crisis even before it starts.

She failed to find an adult patron who could be a strong supporter of the trading company.

It is known that Sien Mirmod spent her childhood in the countryside, so she does not have deep ties with the social world or even the direct family members.

Moreover, the conditions for the patron are quite strict.

They must be the same gender as the child who will become the head of the trading company, not a direct relative, have two or more people, and be an authoritative woman.

It is expected that there will be a considerable crisis in finding a patron because her father, Matthias Mirmod, also stays out of the social world.

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It was such detailed news that even my eyes popped out.

Since the Mirmod family didn’t say anything even at this level, the gossip magazines that were watching the Mirmod family’s mood also joined in the ‘Sien Trading Company bashing’.

Thanks to this, not a single magician applied for a job at my magic tool trading company.

But despite this, the atmosphere of the Mirmod mansion where I was staying was very calm and quiet.

Only one thing, Father’s anxious letter arrived.

[Sien, I’ll send a few patrons. I know someone. But why did you establish a trading company? Did someone tell you to establish a trading company? Contact Father quickly. Or should Father go right now?]

It was written so scribbled that I narrowed my eyes to read it.

“I think I’m going to get presbyopia [age-related farsightedness].”

After deciphering, no, reading Father’s rambling letter, a sigh came out involuntarily.

“You’re going to send a reply, Lady Sien, right?”

“You have to find a patron soon….”

“Don’t worry. Lady Sien has a plan.”

The maid unnies spoke in unison from the side. I nodded and replied.

“Yeah, that’s right. And I’m going to send a letter.”

I wrote a letter to Father diligently. With precious feelings.

[I don’t want to see you, Father. Don’t come! Go away!]

When I wrote this and had it checked by the maid unnies, their complexion turned pale like the dawn light. I tilted my head in confusion.

“If I write like this…….”