Chapter 175 – Skewers

After some time, I became somewhat friendly with the children except for Damian. I was still able to have a simple conversation with Ayla. the problem is…

“hi?”

“…yes.”

“So did you sleep well?”

“…yes.”

“So, do you want anything for breakfast?”

“…….chocolate muffins.”

As the conversation progressed in this way, there was no progress at all. Among the children from the future, he was the most difficult to communicate with. It seemed to have crossed the realm of timidity. It’s to the point where I wonder if he’s taking such a younger brother with him. However, Airi was able to do it to the extent of knowing if the situation was better than me.

Violet, who is the daughter of Camellia and I… Communication was both easy and difficult. It sounds like bullshit, but it really is.

“Is it okay if I call you Father…?”

“As long as it’s not outside.”

“Then father…zzzz…”

He fell asleep while talking. Whether it’s narcolepsy or something, it seemed like I was asleep for 19 hours out of 24 hours a day. He said he fell asleep while talking, fell asleep while eating, and fell asleep while washing and almost died. According to himself, he just couldn’t stand his sleepiness. Is there an invisible Conan nearby?

And in the case of Rachel, the daughter of Glaceon and me… the communication difficulty was atrocious.

Some time ago, I was training my swordsmanship, so I secretly approached him and talked to him.

“Hello, you seem to be busy since morning.”

Rachel had blue eyes similar to mine and white hair similar to Glaceon. Aylan, who has yet to take off her child’s shirt for cuteness, and Violet, a beautiful woman with a somewhat calm feeling even though she looks somewhat hazy, were also outstanding in beauty… but they were nothing compared to Rachel, a noble and cold beauty. Of course, that will change as the children grow up.

“Ah, is your father here?”

After wiping off the sweat with a towel, Rachel greeted me lightly. To be honest, it’s uncomfortable to hear the title of father at this age, but it’s no wonder that he doesn’t listen to what he hopes for. Above all, if you look at Korea, what happens if you don’t let your father call you father?

The birth of the country of Yuldo on this continent was a no-brainer, so I allowed it… but I was practicing swordsmanship all day, as if I was dissatisfied with that alone.

“Do you know why he is so devoted to swordsmanship…?”

“Now, there is no more vampire blood left in my body. So, all I have left is this swordsmanship.”

“No, I understand that, but why the hell are you trying so hard to become strong…”

“Because I have to kill my brother when everything is over.

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No, you can call your father daddy and your brother has the right to call you brother, but why are you trying to cut that right in half by killing your brother…

“Does he hate you enough to want to kill him?”

“I was the kind of person who sternly refused and ran outside even when the youngest member, Ayla, asked to go to the festival with me. Even when I was sick, or when my younger siblings were sick, or on my birthday, I didn’t show my face once.”

“…I see.”

I didn’t want to get involved because I didn’t even know. To be honest, I didn’t even have the right to interfere with me.

—–

Well, I tried my best to do as much as I could, but I think I was too spoiled. No matter how small it is, it’s a waste to call it a festival… no. It is said that they are attracted to a festival at the level of a local five-day market. Even if Ayla strongly hoped for it… I was already busy, so I wondered if I should help her with this.

Of course, I tried to politely refuse at first. But even before I came here, I had no choice but to go because I wanted to participate in the festival with my parents.

“It’s going to be expensive, this.”

I had no choice but to take everyone and go to see that snot-sized festival… no, five-day market. Well, it was a festival in its own way, but it was equipped with an assortment. It was a problem because they were all lame.

“I… this…”

Ayla suddenly asked me to buy a festival skewer from a stall. It was chicken skewers that were sold here and there like hot dogs or tteokbokki when festivals were held in the empire… It was chicken and potatoes dipped in a very sweet sauce and then grilled.

As soon as I took a bite, my expression automatically frowned. The sticky sweetness without dignity and the taste of cheap chicken filled my mouth.

“It’s not good either.”

It wasn’t just me, but other women seemed to have the same idea.

“Umm… I’m sure this kind of food…”

Glaceon, who grew up eating only precious things, did not like this type of common people’s cuisine.

“It might be something the kids will like.”

It was a look that didn’t suit Camellia’s taste.

“Master, in the first place, I’m dipping this in a sauce made from cheap honey berries that grow nearby, but it can’t be tasty.”

Well, seeing as even Airi sank, I don’t know why they sell things like this at festivals. However, the children seemed to have different tastes, and everyone was enjoying the sweet skewers.

“Is it that good?”

“…Yeah.”

It was a strange feeling. Originally, I didn’t want to be like a parent, and I hated being like children… but I thought that it might be good to have children like this. But, personally, this is too sweet. It tastes like pouring saccharin, really.

However, Ares, who was in charge of monitoring the children, started ordering more even after eating the skewers.

“Ah, could you pack only about 5 skewers? Ah, I wish you could sprinkle enough salt instead of sauce.”

This alone is grotesque enough, but what kind of grotesque is that, you madman… I know old people often look for salty things, but…

“Werner.”

Camellia suddenly approached me and wiped my mouth with a handkerchief. It’s been this kind of relationship ever since. The kind of relationship where if I get something on my lips, he comes and wipes it and tells me not to treat him like a child.

“It’s still a bitch.”

“… I never thought I’d hear that sound from the threshold of thirty.”

If Lorsha had been there, she would have slapped her on the back for not reminding her of her age. He is also 28 years old, so soon he will be 30 years old.

“Oh, wait a minute, Master.”

At the sudden call, I turned my gaze to Airi, and the sauce from the skewer Airi was holding smeared on my face again.

“Oh, there’s sauce again. I’ll clean it up.”

Airi said that and wiped my mouth with a handkerchief. Is this the bottle and the medicine? It’s not a joke.

“Mr. Werner.”

The moment I heard Glaceon’s voice, I guessed my sweet and sticky future. And that guess and the future matched exactly.

Just like that, my cheeks were covered in that damn sauce. No, there was also a case where I ordered an additional order of skewers, saying that I would get that damn sauce on my cheek. The eyes of the children looking at us pathetically were a bonus.

I heard that sugar has a meat softening effect, but it felt like my cheeks became softer. Fuck.

I just wanted to go home, take a shower, take a nap, and take a nap.

—–

Ares, who suddenly disappeared, approached Damian, who was secretly watching the group in a back alley. Several bodies were already strewn about in the back alley. Apparently, they were members of a gang known around the area for doing nasty things to women.

However, Ares did not even look at the corpses and approached them as they were.

“You really put a lot of effort into monitoring this.”

“… I just happened to be killing these guys while the lines overlapped. There’s no need to do such a pointless thing to watch.”

Ares took out a festive skewer from the envelope and handed it to Damian.

“…What is this?”

“It’s a festive skewer. It’s a grilled skewer of meat and potatoes dipped in a sweet sauce. It’s a famous dish from 300 years ago… don’t you know?”

“… know.”

“Eat before it gets cold.”

Ares took off his mask and brought the skewer into his mouth.

“…It’s hot.”

“I see. Do you really find it sweet?”

Ares sat down on the box across from Damian and asked a straightforward question.

“So, how long do you have left?”

“I don’t know what your question is about. I’m not obligated to answer such a pathetic question.”

Damian stood up and left, and Ares quietly stared at the place he left.

“It’s true that rich people aren’t honest. They don’t even need a paternity test.”

Ares bites off the skewer that Damian left behind.

“Also…”