I Adopted A Villainous Dad Chapter 3

The golden eyes that looked down at me and the wrinkles in my forehead, My hands and stiff shoulders that I can't help hugging myself.

All of them were madly lovely.

‘You must be a fan of this taste, my deity.'

The current reality that this is not a dream or imagination and the excitement of seeing her favorite in front of her eyes exploded, so she couldn't calm her excitement down.

“Hehe. It's Dad, Dad!”

I don't need anything else! All I want is him!

I hugged Melkiade tightly in my arms.

‘This is the favorite thing I've always see in my dreams!'

This opportunity might not come again, I had to enjoy it a lot from now on.

Without knowing my thoughts, Melkiade had a mixed look on his face.

I instinctively noticed what that expression meant when I looked up.

You must be in a lot of trouble.

You didn't seem to know how to deal with me.

I'm aiming for it!

It was the best moment to seduce Melkiade when he had yet to decide what to do with me.

‘How should I seduce you?'

There must be only one thing, right?

Randomly thrusting!

“Who are you calling father?”

“……!”

The cold voice made my body freeze. A sense of surprise and sorrow soared, but it's all right.

“I haven't recognized you as my daughter yet.”

……pardon?

At the same time as I hesitated, a man with red hair opened his mouth.

I was frowning at the sound, and Kalian, a man with red hair, clenched his fists.

“Your Majesty, how can you say that openly? Yeha is still young…”

I cut off Kalian's words to defend me, and then I clung to Melkiade again.

“So you love me?”

“……what?”

I smiled as I looked up at Melkiade, who was dumbfounded.”

Dad, you're still looking down on this daughter.

From the beginning, I knew my favorite character better than anyone else, so I never lost my mind or lost my will.

It's rather thrilling! It's always new!

“You don't recognize me as your daughter yet, but you already love me like this. “

Again in Melkiade's arms, he grinned.

“Look at this.”

It was surprising in itself that a person who hated people was putting their flesh together with someone like this.

‘Well, I'm holding her against my will, but she's also holding me!'

You say no, but your body is honest.

“Who's in love with you?”

“Daddy!”

When I answered immediately, I laughed so hard that Melkiade was dumbfounded. There was only one way to break through this iron wall.

Straight ahead, not looking back!

“Oh, I didn't know daddy loves me this much!”

“…….”

“Don't worry, dad. I recognized you as my father!”

I did well, right?

Melkiade looked at me with a smile plastered on his face.

‘His eyes are not smiling at all.'

It was as if he were asked to do it. All right. Let's play until the end since it's a waste.

“It's a secret, but they still don't like dad. My dad says he's out of class.”

“Pffft.”

Kalian burst into laughter.

It was useless for Melkiade to glare at Kalian.

“But it's okay! I'm stronger.”

As he banged his chest as if only I should be trusted, Kalian said, holding back his laughter.

“Good to know, Your Majesty.” “Because you have a strong daughter.”

“You must want to die.”

“No.

Melkiade, who made a light silence for Calian, looked at me again.

I don't know that he's so cool when he's threatening you.

It was just a pity not to capture this scene on camera.

‘My favorite character! A limited edition of Melkiade!'

I was clasping my hands, hoping he finally accepted me.

A cold, dripping voice that was quite different from before told me.

“The parish lunatics somehow made the right remark. That's right, I don't deserve to be your father.”

“What?”

“So go back.”

“Yes?”

When I opened my eyes wide, Kalian looked at me with a puzzled look on his face.

Melkiade, who rose from his seat, turned his back on me and walked out.

Kalian followed in the footsteps of Melkiade, embarrassed.

Left alone in the drawing room, I blinked my eyes as I looked back at Luciana.

Oh, this isn't it!

* * * * *

What's wrong with him all of a sudden?

“Have you heard of old age…?”

He was young enough to be senile, but otherwise I could hardly explain the situation.

If only you stayed still, you'll have a saintess, and you'll have a way to keep the Vatican in check. Why did you tossed that opportunity ?

“I don't understand!”

Anyone can tell I'm a real talent, and I'm blessed to have rolled in?!

‘My favorite can't be this stupid!'

“Oh, why?”

As I was suffering from tearing my hair out, Luciana opened her mouth with a sigh.

“Isn't he worried?”

“He's worried about me?”

“Yes. Otherwise, there's no way he'll be so determined to kick a position without such wealth.”

“Why would he be worried about me?”

If you were really worried about my life, you should have picked me up.

Luciana shrugged at my fierce antipathy.

“I don't know, but… Maybe it's because of the responsibility.”

“Responsibility?”

“I don't think I would do a good job too…, of being a guardian of the saintess”

“Ah!”

It was something that I had never thought of.

That's what Melkiade thinks?

There was a possibility…

“Hmmm..”

Luciana had a point, but that's not Melkiade's way of thinking. Perhaps not.

It was no match for him to feel such responsibility.

Maybe he didn't like having a family.

He don't like family, love, or maybe he hate it.

So how the hell do I deal with this problem?

“If you refuse like this, there's really no way.”

How did I silence the Pope and the elders? How?!

It was time for me to seriously consider going back and begging for help since I know the future.

A knock was heard from the door.

“Your Holiness is looking for you.

An ominous atmosphere struck me.

* * * * *

It was a very chilly day.

Melkiade just recalled the day when he arrived at the Vios Holy Empire. He was still having a sleepless night.

‘I'm sick of it.'

Some said it was a curse and that he was punished, but his doctor diagnosed it as simply insomnia.

It doesn't matter what the diagnosis is.

He had to settle down even a little before the sensation of being sensitive was raging. A walk to get some fresh air.

It was when he was walking down the street holding on to his throbbing head.

Suddenly a sound came from somewhere. At the end of the stony footsteps, he was worried that the water might be trapped in a trap due to a small frowning sound.

There he saw some strange scene.

“Oops!”

A child was struggling from the window, holding onto the curtain line.

‘A child?'

Did she ran away from a training priest? Suddenly, interest rose and as I watched, I let go of the curtain line that the child was holding on to.

“Ahhhhh!”

Why are you yelling at the subject of running away?

It was just half an interest. Perhaps one of the reasons is that the headache that bothered him stopped after he found the child.

The child he saved was crouching heavily.

‘You look like a squirrel rolling around.'

The child, who crouched at the thought of falling, suddenly opened her eyes.

He saw for the first time such a clean, red-eyed child.

“Oh, thank you!”

When I dropped the surprised child to the ground, the child bowed down and stopped.

Melkiade thought she was afraid because she recognized him.

It was a familiar.

Nevertheless, by the time he was self-motivated by the rare child's reaction, he found the idea to be an illusion.

“Melkiade!”

The child, who was fearless and called the emperor's name, trembled from the emotion.

“Who are you?”

‘Am I interested in the arrogant behavior because I was surprised to see her running away even though she recognized me?'

“I asked who are you. “

The child trembled unanswered.

I wondered if she was trying to find out what she had done and ask for forgiveness…

“Daddy!”

A totally unexpected remark popped up.

It was the first time in his life that he had been so flustered.

The strange body temperature that hugged him was strange. a stifling, chilling body temperature

The temperature felt as unfamiliar as the child was pleased.

Do you have any objection to all that?

“….Who's your father?”

“Hehe. Dad.”

It was ridiculous.

Suddenly, the hugging child was so confident that he could seriously consider whether I really had a hidden daughter.

The child, who was firmly attached to him even though he tried to drop her, suddenly threatened him.

“Daddy, wait. ‘Cause I'll go get my dad soon!'

You're coming to get it? Him?

The child, who was smiling brightly, went back to the room shouting loudly.

I didn't know at that time how the more memorable remark would come true later.

* * * * *

‘It was then.'

How would he know that the saintess would suddenly call him a father?

Waking up from a sudden thought, Melkiade stared at the twelve elders and Pope Rafael, sitting on the round table.

There was a child sitting next to Raphael, somehow intimidated.

A cheeky little girl.

She was laughing so loudly before, but now she's avoiding his gaze, not making some noise.

“His Majesty Melkiade.”

One of the twelve elders opened his mouth.

“I heard you said you didn't deserve to be the Saintess' guardian.

Elder Roquel's voice resounded in the hall.

“Is this true?”

The crying child's eyes turned to Melkiade. Suddenly a man raised his voice.

“I should have chosen Yeha's guardian as someone else from the start!”

Chapter end