9 - Never Let Go of a Black-Haired Dad

Chapter 09. If a Person Puts in the Effort, They Can Even Become an Executioner (2)

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Not long after sending the invitations, a reply came from the Earl's family. And the two beautiful sisters from the Earl's family attended the sunset tea party I hosted in my name.

I thought I'd get a sense of who my next lover would be just by looking at their faces, but they were both in the Idiot's strike zone, so I couldn't tell them apart.

The elder sister was a beauty with a bad temper at first glance, the type of Idiot who wanted to be dominated, and the younger sister had an innocent face and a glamorous figure, the type he would drool over.

"We greet Your Imperial Highness."

"Thank you for inviting us, Your Highness."

"Make yourselves comfortable."

As a direct descendant of the Imperial Family, I treated the sisters with a generous smile.

I was planning to chat for a bit and then go frolic in the Empress's Palace garden when it was time to wake the Idiot, but then I realized that these two were about my age.

They both looked to be in their early twenties, and I was twenty-one years old before I died.

Wh, what do people of the same age talk about!

I, who was simply going to have a simple Imperial Family talk, suddenly panicked and deeply contemplated what was popular among kids my age 16 years ago.

But I couldn't even remember the face of my Idiot lover from 16 years ago, so there was no way I could remember what was popular back then.

Then, would a topic that people still talk about even after years have passed be good?

Ah, that's right. There was that. This won't fail.

I! Can! Talk! To! Friends! Of! The! Same! Age!

"What do you think is the most important thing in conquering Loruruje Fortress?"

Kuh-heuh! That's it, that's it!

Loruruje Fortress of the Media Kingdom was an impregnable fortress that had never allowed an invasion until I died.

How to conquer this stern and battle fortress armed with the latest firepower was a great topic of conversation for the people of the Empire, regardless of the era.

"Lo, Loruruje, Fortress... are you talking about?"

"Um... Your Highness. My major is, uh, family medicine."

Oh, right. Seeking a conquest from a different angle than a military method is also a good topic for discussion.

Bridget's eldest daughter suggested poisoning the food inside the fortress to disable the troops, but she couldn't answer my question of how to clear the difficult challenge of 'poisoning the food' which was the major premise.

And if you're going to use poison anyway, it's more convenient to put it in the drinking water than the food.

The idea was good, but it's impregnable because it's difficult to make it work.

Next, the younger daughter, who majored in history, raised her hand and announced.

She opened her mouth, saying that according to ancient books, there are records of deliberately surrendering in similar situations and then creating cracks from the inside to open the castle gates.

"This isn't wartime. Surrender itself is a very unnatural act."

I'll add that this is assuming it's not wartime. How do you plan to get people inside?

Above all, we don't know where the device that opens and closes the castle gates is, or how it works. How do you plan to solve this?

"That is...!"

The Earl's sisters diligently presented various plans, and I refuted them one by one, guiding the discussion to find the best method we could think of.

Talking to friends of the same age is so much fun! It's the first time I've talked to girls for over an hour!

"That's right. The first thing we should have considered is the timing. We should have started by talking about how advantageous the situation and conditions are to start a fight. We can't use gas under international law. Let's assume that."

"Hee, hee. Your Highness, can't we do something else?"

"Th, that's right! My sister is always right!"

Aww, I was just about to have fun.

But since it's almost time for the Idiot to wake up, should we finish the tea time and move to another place?

"Uuuum, then..."

"Yes, Your Highness! Tell us!"

"We will follow whatever you say!"

"Let's play house!"

"Playing house is the best! I'm really good at acting! Even though I'm in family medicine!"

"That's a wise decision, Your Highness! Playing house is the best game in history!"

Why are you crying? Do you like playing house that much?

Playing house is hot among twenty-year-olds these days. I had no idea.

"Then I'll be the mommy, Bonini."

"I'll play the daddy, Your Highness!"

"Then I'll be the daughter!"

Unlike before, everyone seemed full of energy. Playing house must be popular among twenty-year-olds these days.

At my suggestion to move to another place, the maids and the Earl's daughters prepared various props.

We took newspapers, plates, and other things, and settled in the Empress's Palace garden, where we unpacked the props and used the maids as large props.

Props such as grandfather clocks, walls, windows, and doors were assigned to the maids, including Emily, and as usual, the maids faithfully carried out my orders.

Ding-dong.

The younger daughter, who played the daddy, pressed down on the maid who was playing the door and made a ding-dong sound with her mouth.

You must have a doorbell at your house. As expected of an Earl's family, you live in a nice house.

"Welcome home, Daddy!"

I was knitting with a pipe in my mouth, just like my mom used to do, when the Earl's eldest daughter warmly got up from her seat and went to receive the daddy's coat.

That's when the younger daughter, who had been wearing such a gentle face, changed.

"This wife doesn't even come out to greet her husband when he comes home!"

"Daddy, calm down! It's not like Mommy hasn't been like this before!"

"Get out of my way!"

"Kyaa!"

Hiii, what is that.

You guys, do you live being beaten at home? That's not it, is it?

I was flustered and quickly got up to say, 'Welcome home, dear,' but the daddy, the younger daughter, seemed to have her feelings hurt so much that she grumbled that there wasn't a single person in this house to settle down with and went up the stairs.

"Mom, Mom, can't we just get a divorce? I can't live here!"

"Oh, ohhh. I can't even use my divine power, how can I feed you?"

"I can do chores!"

Eldest daughter, you said you were good at acting, and you really are.

I'm scared now. Can we stop playing house?

It's killing me to play the mom in a family that seems like they all need to go to a domestic violence counseling center, but the eldest daughter, with some kind of stage madness, is leading the play alone and helping her mom and dad's twilight divorce.

The husband realizes the importance of his wife when the divorce becomes a reality, the beginning of regret, clinging, receiving a bouquet of flowers he had never bought before, and the mom crying.

And the grand divorce.

"Please, I hope you'll come back whenever your mind changes."

"I'll see about it. Be happy, you."

What. What kind of playing house has such a perfect beginning, development, turn, and conclusion.

Eldest daughter, shouldn't you have gone to drama school instead of family medicine?

"What is all this commotion!"

The playing house ended and the maids who played the set clapped with emotion, when the Idiot came sauntering in.

I knew he'd come out if we were playing loudly here. He's like a philanderer who goes anywhere when he hears young women chattering.

"I apologize, Your Majesty."

"Please calm your anger, Your Majesty."

"Hi."

When I greeted him again in a simplified manner, the handsome idiot stared at me for a long time before turning his eyes to the Earl's daughters.

"You should let me rest in peace. I will make you pay the price for this sin."

"We will follow any order, Your Majesty."

"We have committed a crime worthy of death, Your Majesty."

Hey, Idiot, you're always playing. What do you mean you can't rest in peace?

When I made a gagging sound, the Idiot stared at me again for a long time before putting the Earl's sisters on both arms.

"Ahem. Then let's hear your excuses."

The eldest and youngest daughters nodded to me, and I saw the Idiot turning towards the main palace with the two women.

Oh, I see. So the next lover wasn't one of them, but both of them.

"Tsk, he's worse than a dog."

Even a dog doesn't go around sticking to every woman he sees.

What kind of bastard is that?

This damn Empire needs to collapse quickly.