Chapter 173 – Son

A lengthy explanation and an awkward silence followed.

“Is this my future daughter?”

“…yes.”

Ayla, the future daughter of Airi and I, nodded shyly. I don’t know how such a shy girl came out of that lively monster.

“So this child who is still sleeping in this chaos is my daughter?”

“zzzzz…”

The child named Violet, said to have come from the future Camellia and me, was still sleeping. How can a child from under that hearing monster sleep peacefully in this mess? Are quarter elves naturally deaf?

“You mean this child is my future daughter?”

“Yes, you may not believe it.”

The child named Rachel, who was said to have come from Glaceon and me, seemed to resemble her mother at least. If you look at that stiff attitude and courtesy.

“This masked pervert is my future son? Don’t be ridiculous! I won’t admit it!”

“No one has ever begged for recognition from you. I want you to think about the position of someone who is dragged here and suddenly cursed. And shut up because it’s noisy. It gets on my nerves.”

In the case of Damien, the son of me and Lorsha… I don’t think he needs a paternity test. The use of this language and that filthy personality… Anyone can see that it’s a hat. Maybe my personality is a bit mixed.

“Honestly, I’m confused as well, but the evidence is too much to bear… Especially the things those kids have.”

In the case of Damian, I had Enoch, the magic book I was using. And in Rachel’s case, she has a magic sword and an ice sword.

“hahahaha… well, as you said, it’d be quicker to show it. Hey the rest of you idiots, get that out.”

Only then did Violet wake up.

“Uh… what…?”

“Where is the sword your mother used?”

“uh…?”

The quarter elf child named Violet looked around and then began to look back and forth between me and Camellia.

“Ah, I should have shown the sword… but I lost it…”

“You pathetic idiot…”

Damian hurriedly shifted his gaze to Ayla. Ayla looked a little frightened.

“You, too, quickly take out your mother’s ring and show it to me. Seriously, I want you to think about my position as I have to take around idiots like you.”

“Ah oppa… that’s actually…”

“Why?”

“Actually, I lost it too… I must have had it in my pocket… but it disappeared…”

“These stupid assholes in pairs…!”

Damian strode in front of the children in anger…

Chow!

Blood spattered.

Of course, it wasn’t Ayla or Violet’s blood. Unable to bear it, Rachel drew her sword and stabbed him in the hand. Damian, who was looking at his bleeding hand, opened his mouth as he stared at Rachel.

“…what the hell is this about?”

“Do it in moderation. Now you’re going to stab your younger siblings? With what qualifications is your older brother? He’s always out there, and he’s not interested in us… What’s the point of losing some of that stuff? Prove it with the stuff you and I already have.” is over.”

“Haa… Really. That’s why I didn’t want to bring you guys. Losing things on my own… This is why I hate my father. Leave these idiots to me and die.”

Hey, I’m still alive… No, that guy’s dad is me, but since I’m not me, I don’t think he has the right to say anything even if he says that.

“Okay, the proof is over. You guys play your little house here. I have no desire to be involved with this damn place.”

If you say it’s a place to borrow someone else’s house, you feel a bit like the owner of the house. I wish I could correct it, but the person who said that slammed the door and left.

“Now I’m going to hang out with you guys for the last time. I’ll act on my own. So, you guys should play this nonsensical playhouse among yourselves.”

“The only flaw in my life is that people like my brother are my blood relatives.”

“… speak your mind.”

Ah… I don’t know what to do with blood dripping from my hands like that.

Blood all over the carpet.

“That bastard…”

Rachel seemed to hate her brother Damian quite a bit. His eyes were red and bloodshot, staring at the door he had stormed out of.

I decided to ask him as I filled a cup with warm water and handed it to him.

“Maybe… is it okay if I ask why you’re not getting along so well…? Did that kid do anything…?”

After drinking the warm water, Rachel showed a calming appearance.

—–

“Whoa… that’s right.”

It was a very complicated story. Me and all four women died in the future, and Damian said he didn’t even shed a tear at the funeral.

And although he took over the head of the family at the age of seven, he left the work to others and went out. There were relatives who came to worry about the sisters left behind in the mansion… But it is said that Damian, fearing that his power would be threatened, killed all of his maternal relatives.

And since he was young, he wore a mask and got nervous to take it off, and even when his younger siblings were sick, he went outside without giving a glance.

In addition, he said that he was pushing ahead with a plan to marry Rachel to the crown prince of that era… that is to say, the son of the crown prince I serve now.

“I can’t stand that child because I hate him. The fact that my older brother is the kind of person who walks out without giving me a glance even when my younger siblings are sick…”

I was definitely merciless.

“Definitely a piece of trash.”

Lorsha didn’t hear, got up and went out the door. And everyone seemed to agree with that opinion to some extent.

“It’ll get dark soon, so let’s look for it. The nights are cold.”

I thought it was too early to make an evaluation after hearing only one side of the story.

When I came out, the chilly evening air greeted me. Lorsha was waiting outside for me.

“I knew you would come out.”

“Are you trying to find him too?”

“It doesn’t matter if he’s my son from the future or not. I’m just a little curious about what kind of guy he is.”

“Yes, yes, you will.”

“Really.”

“Didn’t you say anything in particular?”

The side was pinched, but it didn’t hurt too much. I’ve been looking for him for hours in the chilly evening air, but I can’t find any trace of him, let alone Damian.

Suddenly, people’s screams were heard from a far back alley. I remembered Rachel’s evaluation of Damian as a homicidal maniac.

And what unfolded in front of us who actually rushed there were the corpses of men and women who decorated the back alley like a garden. And the one who decorated the bloody garden…

“Are you here?”

Damian, holding a black polearm, greeted us with his mask soaked in blood.

“What the hell is this body…?”

“It’s a common story. Trash that threatens passers-by in back alleys where guards don’t usually come.”

“… Did you kill them all?”

“These guys commit crimes like this without looking for work. Even if they cut their limbs apart and keep them alive, they’ll beg for it, and even if they kill them, they’re just killing garbage, so it’s only really harmful to the world.”

“They said they came from the future? Didn’t you think there would be some bad effect by killing these guys?”

It was like I had heard of something called Time Paradox.

“Do you think trash that robs people will produce meaningful results even after 20 years? And don’t worry. You can distinguish between people who can be killed and people who shouldn’t be killed.”

After hearing the story, Lorsha approached Damian.

“Looks like there’s a boy about 15 years younger than you among the robbers, but you killed it well. Don’t you feel anything?”

“…… When you catch pests, do you tend to distinguish between adults and larvae? Pests are pests. No further classification is necessary.”

“And is the story your little sister told you true?”

“I wasn’t there, but I can tell you that he’s not one to lie or exaggerate.”

“I’ll ask you one last time. What do you think about when you kill someone?”

“Do you feel special emotions when you step on pests? The important criterion for killing pests is whether or not they are necessary. It’s not like emotions.”

“I see.”

Fuck!

Lorsha hit Damien’s stomach.

“As expected, I can’t admit that a guy like you is my son. Whatever the truth, I’ll just think you’re a liar.”

“As I said, I didn’t come here hoping for little recognition.”

The voice that Lorsha uttered and the voice that leaked through the mask Damien was wearing was cold.

“Don’t get me wrong. Our parents are you, but you are not our parents. That’s why I don’t need to feel special feelings for you, nor do I want to feel them. To begin with, my parents were liars too. Whatever you say to me, do you want me to feel anything? It’s not even a joke.”

After saying that, Damian threw a sword and a ring at me. The red sword I gave to Camellia and the ring with the red jewel I gave to Airi.

“They’re still at the cafe where they left them. Anyway, they’re like painted assholes… I’m really tired of them. Taking on such assholes makes my life a mess. I just want to send them off somewhere.”

Damian left those words and quietly disappeared.

My head hurt.