“If you don’t take me, I’ll die! Dad! Please take me!”
Swish swish.
Ryan thought as he walked away, his ears twitching.
'He's incompetent.'
The girl seemed to know that it was best to follow Ryan here.
Because if she is caught in their hands, she might be abandoned somewhere or die.
'However...'
Ryan's pace slowed.
‘...There’s no such thing as an incompetent person, right?’
He hates to admit it, but he thinks the blood of the father who gave birth to those with superpowers is 'real'.
Ryan isn't incompetent either.
For some reason, his ability was delayed in manifesting, and he is now just pretending to be incapacitated to seek revenge.
'That kid isn't incompetent, right?'
He doesn't know for sure, but it must be a case of delayed awakening.
For the same reason as Ryan back in the day.
“...Please take me with you... I was kicked out of the house, I have nowhere to go...”
For a moment, the image of the girl and his twelve-year-old self, who had been kicked out of the family, overlapped.
“Hey, Mr...”
Ryan stood still.
He has a lot to do. He's not in a position to take care of a child, nor is he obligated to do so.
But he can only take her away from them.
'Yeah, what else could that little rat-sized thing have done besides being born with a sin?'
So this is a handful of sympathy that doesn't cost money.
Thinking so, Ryan started walking back the way he came.
Thud, thud.
He guesses he can just go with her to the continent, give her a few bucks, and tell her to find her own way.
Thud, thud.
If you cry, whine, and cling to me and bother me...
Well, I can just throw it away anywhere.
I'm really going to throw it away. Really.
Right now, it's hard to even prepare for revenge while taking care of his own body.
So I'm not really going to raise her.
It's true.
“...?”
Vania looked up at Ryan, who had returned. The girl's small body was held tightly by the soldier.
“Ugh!”
As Ryan twisted the soldier's arm violently, Vania, who was still dazed, quickly escaped.
Ryan, who had easily subdued the soldier, quickly pulled out the sword he had been carrying at his waist. He then held it in the air and twirled it around.
“Hey, this is a nice gift. Can I take this as a release gift?”
At the threatening movement, the other three soldiers hurriedly drew their swords.
"Huh? What, you want to have a showdown? Do you think you can beat me, someone who's been in prison for 12 years with nothing to do but build up strength?"
Ryan sneered and nodded at Vania.
"Let's go."
"Oh!"
Vania, who had been blinking, ran over and hid behind Ryan.
“Hey, you guys.”
Chuck, said Ryan, standing crookedly with his sword slung over his shoulder.
“Now pay child support for my daughter.”
The Duke of Wassenberg.
It is a corrupt family that holds sway over the great empire of Valencia.
By monopolizing the powerful force known as this ability, he can intervene in the empire's military, administration, and even legislation.
Members of the family control numerous businesses and even control the country's financial flow.
Additionally, they are forming a huge cartel under the surface and committing all sorts of illegal acts that are difficult to even describe.
And I, Vania Wassenberg, was called the Princess of such a corrupt family before my return.
This is because, even among the many siblings in the family, I possessed a particularly powerful ability.
Everyone was supporting me, and I felt like the whole world was at my feet.
Big house, nice clothes, pretty jewelry, expensive food, luxury, social life...
As a child, I knew nothing and was completely absorbed in the life of a glamorous noble lady.
Because my family deliberately raised me to be like an idiot.
Without knowing the dark side.
Like a bird in a cage.
Like a Princess in a castle.
Even if you grow up and learn a lot later, don't get used to that kind of life, and want to break away from it.
So, it wasn't until I was 16, an adult, that I finally learned the truth.
My father and brothers were criminals who lived above the law, and my family, the Wassenbergs, were a corrupt evil that was eating away at the country.
“Oh, it’s hot.”
I was quietly following Ryan as he walked toward the dock under the blazing sun.
Unnoticed, like a dead mouse behind your back.
Plan A
1. Pretend to be incompetent and get kicked out of the family → Success!
2. Meet Ryan and follow him → Success!
3. ...
The plan is progressing smoothly, but it's just the beginning.
Rather, now that I've followed Ryan, I can't let my guard down any longer.
Because Ryan is a ticking time bomb with crazy powers.
This man's special ability is...
"Hey."
"Yes?!"
Oh my gosh. Ryan suddenly turned around and startled me.
“What? Did you see a monster?”
“Oh, no.”
“Let’s get on quickly.”
Ryan pointed to a boat at the dock.
A luxurious ship with the seal of Wassenberg emblazoned on its prow.
“Um, the ship we’re going to take is...”
Next to it, a ship stands shabbily, as if hidden.
“...That’s it.”
I pointed to the small, shabby ship used for supplying supplies to the camp. It was the ship used to transport released prisoners.
"What?"
Ryan's gaze turned to the area behind me. It was the aide and privates I'd parted ways with at the camp entrance earlier.
"This big ship is the one I came here on. And I'm going to take them back out again."
“Huh, lethal. Can’t we ride together? I get seasick in a backward boat like that.”
“I don’t think that will work...”
Then, Bill, the aide who came close, tapped me on the shoulder.
"Ah?"
I was momentarily struck by his arrogant behavior. In fact, this aide, who had been speaking informally to me and treating me coldly even while we were all the way here, was...
'I can't adapt.'
Before the regression, he was a person who acted so politely that he would even lick my toes.
"Why?"
"Wassenberg's eyes and ears are everywhere in the Empire. If you talk nonsense and flout your words, you'll likely lose your life. Remember this."
This means that if anyone goes around telling people that I am the daughter of the Duke of Wassenberg, they will destroy them.
Because I am incompetent.
To be exact, I pretended to be incompetent and was kicked out of the family.
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Look at him talking like a dog.”
Ryan, who had been listening, interjected.
"When you didn't know she was incompetent, you treated her like a Princess. You're a bit more consistent."
“I obey only those who bear the surname Wassenberg. Young Master... no.”
Bill added with a sneer.
“If you want to survive, stop acting so recklessly and live as if you’re dead.”
"...What?"
Ryan's expression cracked. My mouth fell open.
'This, this crazy old man?!'
This is an emergency! Do you know who Ryan is and why he's making such provocations?
My eyes were spinning.
‘If you kill the aide here...’
There is a major disruption to the plan.
I just hugged Ryan's waist and watched him remain silent in a murderous manner.
“Oh, don’t say such mean things to Dad!”
Silence.
“...”
“...”
Ryan blinked and looked down at me, and Bill snorted in exasperation.
“Phew! Hey, did you hear? You’re getting angry again because she's your daughter?”
Luckily, Ryan, who had lowered his anger gauge, hugged my shoulder.
"I'll let this one slide because of you. I don't want to lose, so just get out. Even if I'm incompetent, I can still clean up an old man."
“...”
Bill, who had been glaring at Ryan with displeasure, boarded the ship with the soldiers.
“See you again sometime!”
Ryan smiled and waved.
Bill, that guy probably doesn't know that I just desperately tried to keep him alive.
Ryan still had his arm around my shoulder, and I felt like crying under the pressure.
“Take good care of your balls until we meet again...”
When I heard the quiet whisper, the smile gone, my heart pounded as if it were going to burst, even though I knew it wasn't directed at me.
Ryan Wassenberg.
I only saw this guy for about 10 minutes before I returned.
But then, I was sure what kind of power Ryan had.
“What? Why are you shaking? Are you crying?”
“No? I was just a little surprised.”
"Why are you surprised? Did you just have a fight with them? Is that why you stopped me?"
“Yes. I was worried you might get hurt...”
“Hey, don’t worry about it.”
No, I was worried about those people, not you.
“Even if I get hit, I’ll win. Don’t be scared.”
Ryan hugged my shoulders tighter as I was sweating profusely.
“I told you not to be scared?”
He lowered his head and leaned in close to my face.
My heart is... pounding.
It is extreme fear.
This man's supernatural powers, I guess.
“It’s okay, just relax.”
The worst and strongest power ever, which has only appeared once since the birth of those with superpowers.
A god-like power that can extinguish the breath of all living things in a second.
“Smile! Smile!”
“Ha. Haha. Yes, yes! I’m laughing!”
... <instant death>.
Swish swish.
Ryan thought as he walked away, his ears twitching.
'He's incompetent.'
The girl seemed to know that it was best to follow Ryan here.
Because if she is caught in their hands, she might be abandoned somewhere or die.
'However...'
Ryan's pace slowed.
‘...There’s no such thing as an incompetent person, right?’
He hates to admit it, but he thinks the blood of the father who gave birth to those with superpowers is 'real'.
Ryan isn't incompetent either.
For some reason, his ability was delayed in manifesting, and he is now just pretending to be incapacitated to seek revenge.
'That kid isn't incompetent, right?'
He doesn't know for sure, but it must be a case of delayed awakening.
For the same reason as Ryan back in the day.
“...Please take me with you... I was kicked out of the house, I have nowhere to go...”
For a moment, the image of the girl and his twelve-year-old self, who had been kicked out of the family, overlapped.
“Hey, Mr...”
Ryan stood still.
He has a lot to do. He's not in a position to take care of a child, nor is he obligated to do so.
But he can only take her away from them.
'Yeah, what else could that little rat-sized thing have done besides being born with a sin?'
So this is a handful of sympathy that doesn't cost money.
Thinking so, Ryan started walking back the way he came.
Thud, thud.
He guesses he can just go with her to the continent, give her a few bucks, and tell her to find her own way.
Thud, thud.
If you cry, whine, and cling to me and bother me...
Well, I can just throw it away anywhere.
I'm really going to throw it away. Really.
Right now, it's hard to even prepare for revenge while taking care of his own body.
So I'm not really going to raise her.
It's true.
“...?”
Vania looked up at Ryan, who had returned. The girl's small body was held tightly by the soldier.
“Ugh!”
As Ryan twisted the soldier's arm violently, Vania, who was still dazed, quickly escaped.
Ryan, who had easily subdued the soldier, quickly pulled out the sword he had been carrying at his waist. He then held it in the air and twirled it around.
“Hey, this is a nice gift. Can I take this as a release gift?”
At the threatening movement, the other three soldiers hurriedly drew their swords.
"Huh? What, you want to have a showdown? Do you think you can beat me, someone who's been in prison for 12 years with nothing to do but build up strength?"
Ryan sneered and nodded at Vania.
"Let's go."
"Oh!"
Vania, who had been blinking, ran over and hid behind Ryan.
“Hey, you guys.”
Chuck, said Ryan, standing crookedly with his sword slung over his shoulder.
“Now pay child support for my daughter.”
***
The Duke of Wassenberg.
It is a corrupt family that holds sway over the great empire of Valencia.
By monopolizing the powerful force known as this ability, he can intervene in the empire's military, administration, and even legislation.
Members of the family control numerous businesses and even control the country's financial flow.
Additionally, they are forming a huge cartel under the surface and committing all sorts of illegal acts that are difficult to even describe.
And I, Vania Wassenberg, was called the Princess of such a corrupt family before my return.
This is because, even among the many siblings in the family, I possessed a particularly powerful ability.
Everyone was supporting me, and I felt like the whole world was at my feet.
Big house, nice clothes, pretty jewelry, expensive food, luxury, social life...
As a child, I knew nothing and was completely absorbed in the life of a glamorous noble lady.
Because my family deliberately raised me to be like an idiot.
Without knowing the dark side.
Like a bird in a cage.
Like a Princess in a castle.
Even if you grow up and learn a lot later, don't get used to that kind of life, and want to break away from it.
So, it wasn't until I was 16, an adult, that I finally learned the truth.
My father and brothers were criminals who lived above the law, and my family, the Wassenbergs, were a corrupt evil that was eating away at the country.
“Oh, it’s hot.”
I was quietly following Ryan as he walked toward the dock under the blazing sun.
Unnoticed, like a dead mouse behind your back.
Plan A
1. Pretend to be incompetent and get kicked out of the family → Success!
2. Meet Ryan and follow him → Success!
3. ...
The plan is progressing smoothly, but it's just the beginning.
Rather, now that I've followed Ryan, I can't let my guard down any longer.
Because Ryan is a ticking time bomb with crazy powers.
This man's special ability is...
"Hey."
"Yes?!"
Oh my gosh. Ryan suddenly turned around and startled me.
“What? Did you see a monster?”
“Oh, no.”
“Let’s get on quickly.”
Ryan pointed to a boat at the dock.
A luxurious ship with the seal of Wassenberg emblazoned on its prow.
“Um, the ship we’re going to take is...”
Next to it, a ship stands shabbily, as if hidden.
“...That’s it.”
I pointed to the small, shabby ship used for supplying supplies to the camp. It was the ship used to transport released prisoners.
"What?"
Ryan's gaze turned to the area behind me. It was the aide and privates I'd parted ways with at the camp entrance earlier.
"This big ship is the one I came here on. And I'm going to take them back out again."
“Huh, lethal. Can’t we ride together? I get seasick in a backward boat like that.”
“I don’t think that will work...”
Then, Bill, the aide who came close, tapped me on the shoulder.
"Ah?"
I was momentarily struck by his arrogant behavior. In fact, this aide, who had been speaking informally to me and treating me coldly even while we were all the way here, was...
'I can't adapt.'
Before the regression, he was a person who acted so politely that he would even lick my toes.
"Why?"
"Wassenberg's eyes and ears are everywhere in the Empire. If you talk nonsense and flout your words, you'll likely lose your life. Remember this."
This means that if anyone goes around telling people that I am the daughter of the Duke of Wassenberg, they will destroy them.
Because I am incompetent.
To be exact, I pretended to be incompetent and was kicked out of the family.
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Look at him talking like a dog.”
Ryan, who had been listening, interjected.
"When you didn't know she was incompetent, you treated her like a Princess. You're a bit more consistent."
“I obey only those who bear the surname Wassenberg. Young Master... no.”
Bill added with a sneer.
“If you want to survive, stop acting so recklessly and live as if you’re dead.”
"...What?"
Ryan's expression cracked. My mouth fell open.
'This, this crazy old man?!'
This is an emergency! Do you know who Ryan is and why he's making such provocations?
My eyes were spinning.
‘If you kill the aide here...’
There is a major disruption to the plan.
I just hugged Ryan's waist and watched him remain silent in a murderous manner.
“Oh, don’t say such mean things to Dad!”
Silence.
“...”
“...”
Ryan blinked and looked down at me, and Bill snorted in exasperation.
“Phew! Hey, did you hear? You’re getting angry again because she's your daughter?”
Luckily, Ryan, who had lowered his anger gauge, hugged my shoulder.
"I'll let this one slide because of you. I don't want to lose, so just get out. Even if I'm incompetent, I can still clean up an old man."
“...”
Bill, who had been glaring at Ryan with displeasure, boarded the ship with the soldiers.
“See you again sometime!”
Ryan smiled and waved.
Bill, that guy probably doesn't know that I just desperately tried to keep him alive.
Ryan still had his arm around my shoulder, and I felt like crying under the pressure.
“Take good care of your balls until we meet again...”
When I heard the quiet whisper, the smile gone, my heart pounded as if it were going to burst, even though I knew it wasn't directed at me.
Ryan Wassenberg.
I only saw this guy for about 10 minutes before I returned.
But then, I was sure what kind of power Ryan had.
“What? Why are you shaking? Are you crying?”
“No? I was just a little surprised.”
"Why are you surprised? Did you just have a fight with them? Is that why you stopped me?"
“Yes. I was worried you might get hurt...”
“Hey, don’t worry about it.”
No, I was worried about those people, not you.
“Even if I get hit, I’ll win. Don’t be scared.”
Ryan hugged my shoulders tighter as I was sweating profusely.
“I told you not to be scared?”
He lowered his head and leaned in close to my face.
My heart is... pounding.
It is extreme fear.
This man's supernatural powers, I guess.
“It’s okay, just relax.”
The worst and strongest power ever, which has only appeared once since the birth of those with superpowers.
A god-like power that can extinguish the breath of all living things in a second.
“Smile! Smile!”
“Ha. Haha. Yes, yes! I’m laughing!”
... <instant death>.
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