I'll Protect the Tyrant Daddy! (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 10
‘Alright, let’s think. A way to sweet-talk that wretched Academy Director!’
I curled the corners of my mouth sinisterly as I pondered a countermeasure.
‘If the trap the Academy Director prepared really is the Illusion Maze…’
How should I deal with it?
I slipped quietly into the bookshelf.
My footsteps echoed as grandly as my busy state of mind. The noisy shoes Father had put on my tiny feet so I wouldn’t get lost clicked and clacked as I moved.
Click. Clack.
After darting through the shelves for a while, deftly maneuvering my round hands and feet—I finally pulled out a book about illusion magic.
Though its title was simply “Illusion Magic,” it contained some rather decent secrets.
It didn’t specifically explain how to escape the Illusion Maze, but it did list one method for breaking free from illusion magic. Since the Illusion Maze functioned as illusion magic too, there should be a few more applicable methods.
‘I’ll need one mirror artifact.’
Mirror artifacts were low-grade, so they should be scattered everywhere. Fine, I could just pick one up somewhere…
‘Once I have the mirror, all that’s left is enduring the Illusion Maze’s tricks.’
I set the book down with a thud and hurried back to where Leonhardt was sitting. All this time, Leonhardt had been staring at my feet as if fascinated.
“What’s that sound coming from your feet? Are those shackles?”
“Father gave them to me!”
Leonhardt brought a hand to his lips and sighed.
“…Ha.”
I blinked wide-eyed and tilted my head. Why was he sighing?
“Of course…”
Of course what? And why were his eyes reddening?
‘Did mentioning Father make him miss his own parents?’
That must be it!
I looked at him with pity. Leonhardt muttered, “Of course, Prince Matthias,” then wiped his face dryly.
He also said something about “having to save him,” but I wasn’t sure.
After watching Leonhardt mutter to himself for a while, I rested my chin on one hand against my plump cheek.
Leonhardt, being an adopted child, must have it hard—but this wasn’t the time to worry about him. I needed to find a way out of the Illusion Maze.
As I fretted, I recalled the happy life I shared with Father, deeply rooted in my heart, and smiled faintly.
Seeing the dimples form at the corners of my mouth, Leonhardt suddenly spoke.
“Why are you smiling so cutely? Thinking about cake?”
“No! Am I really that cute? I’m a grown-up!”
“…You’re far too short to be a grown-up. Your hands and feet are tiny too.”
I shook my head vigorously.
…Leonhardt, who’d seemed so timid at first, now tilted his head in confusion at my kindness.
I giggled softly and tightly grasped his hand.
“Anyway, thanks for telling me! Buddy!”
Leonhardt was a good kid.
That’s how he was imprinted in my heart.
He shook his head sheepishly at me but didn’t let go of my hand.
I stared intently at his black leather mask, which resembled the night sky, and tilted my head several times.
[This is the timeline separator]At that very moment, Rilmi, Cien’s disciplinarian, was holding a secret meeting with the Academy Director.
Things were unfolding exactly as Leonhardt had anticipated.
They sat facing each other in a hidden reception room within the academy, discussing how to deal with Cien and Matthias.
The white-haired Academy Director, legs crossed, asked with a vile smirk,
“Reports about Cien Mirmod are coming in frequently.”
“Yes.”
Though still young, Cien was far too clever. She had more than enough potential to become a dangerous element once she matured a bit more.
He cleared his throat and continued,
“For a daughter of an exile, she’s far too naive and reckless.”
Even so, she was merely the daughter of an exile—once Lord Axel returned, she’d be dead with a single stroke… Since entering the Academy Director’s office, he’d kept grumbling under his breath before speaking again.
“Now that I hear it, that makes sense. Marquis Matthias must have brought quite a bold daughter.”
“It’s time to deal with her immediately…”
The Academy Director fixed Rilmi with a sharp glare and snapped,
“Stay silent and step back. I intend to test her myself with illusion magic.”
He gave a faint chuckle.
There was only one chance to crush the child.
Children of the Mirmod family were required to undergo a mandatory test by the Academy Director once in their lives.
No one could interfere at that moment.
“She’s the daughter of an ‘exile’ and has angered you—surely, we must stamp out the sprout before it grows.”
“…”
“And furthermore.”
“Yes?”
“The Elder Chairman has ordered the lawful disposal of Matthias’s daughter.”
Having already arranged everything in his mind, he smiled coldly.
The Academy Director had spilled blood many times under the Elder Chairman’s command.
Though born of an exiled, broken lineage, he wasn’t to be underestimated. He knew precisely what atrocities Matthias Mirmod had committed thus far.
But then again, so what?
They had grown stronger, and Matthias already bore the mark of a prior defeat.
‘We must crush the sprout.’
Starting with his daughter, Cien Mirmod. Once his daughter was trampled, he wouldn’t dare raise his eyes again.
“When do you plan to act?”
“Tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?”
“We shouldn’t give them time to prepare defenses, should we?”
He imagined the look on the father’s face as he watched his own daughter spiral out of control.
The thought brought a smile to his lips.
‘She ran away once with her tail between her legs—now she dares return and stir up the family. She deserves punishment.’
Just as before, everyone would stand by and watch.
After all, the weak were devoured alive.
That was the law of the Mirmods.
“Killing her outright might be best.”
“It’s not uncommon during tests.”
“Indeed.”
Thinking it would be rather entertaining, the Academy Director grinned with interest.
“I’ll send a spy to the northern tower for now, then.”
Their gazes met in midair.
An eerie, cackling laughter spread throughout the room.
[This is the timeline separator]That dawn, taking advantage of the gloomy air, a group infiltrated the northern spire where Cien and Matthias were staying. They were two assassins sent by the Academy Director.
“Did you handle it properly?”
“Of course.”
Trained by the Academy Director himself, these exceptional assassins managed to infiltrate the northern spire without issue. They were skilled enough to drug and put to sleep the two mediocre knights guarding the spire.
Inside the spire, in the corridor.
“What about Lord Matthias?”
“I’ve confirmed it. He’s gone to the judgment platform. He left the spire for his succession trial.”
Without Matthias—the man dubbed a god of martial prowess—it was entirely doable.
Their first plan was to hide properly, then kidnap Cien and deliver her to the Academy Director. This was meant to instill fear before the test.
But their opponent was Matthias Mirmod.
Knowing they might be caught by him, they’d prepared a second plan in case the kidnapping failed.
They would pretend to be delivering a message. Though it was nighttime and suspicion might arise, this was the Mirmod estate—a family of villains whose specialty was sending messages and assassins, day or night.
“What about the maids?”
“We’ll just put the maids to sleep as needed. We drugged the knights—surely we can handle a few maids.”
“I heard the maids here are different.”
“Even so, a maid is still just a maid.”
One of the assassins, sprinting silently down the corridor, suddenly remembered something and asked.
After chuckling for a while, they glanced down at the message from the Academy Director in their pocket and smirked.
And then…
They saw two maids standing firmly before Cien’s door, guarding it.
No, to be precise—
They came face-to-face with maids nearly 180 cm tall, their muscles rivaling those of professional bodybuilders, glaring at them with menacing intensity.
But it was fine.
They had the special sleeping potion prepared by the Academy Director!
The assassins hastily pulled out the sleeping draught from their pockets and splashed it squarely onto the maids’ faces.
“What the hell is this?”
“Damn it…!”
Rough curses rang out, but it didn’t matter—those maids would fall asleep any second.
…But their expectations were instantly shattered.
“D-does the sleeping potion not work?!”
One maid grabbed both assassins by the collars, visibly irritated.
“Ugh, what are these pathetic runts? Skinny as sardines with not a muscle on them!”
She’d expected the other maid to show at least a little fear!
Instead, that one was even more sinister.
“Master Cien will wake up. Keep quiet.”
“Right.”
Unlike other frail maids, these two before them showed absolutely no fear.
Crack. Crack.
…They even heard the sound of joints being dislocated from one side.
But it was fine!
Those were just maids, and they were assassins! Yes, yes! It would be alright!
…Yet, just minutes later.
The assassins, now with black eyes and swollen faces, lay sprawled on the floor.
One arm’s joint was dislocated, the other nearly torn to shreds.
Their Achilles tendons had even been severed to prevent escape.
In mere minutes, they were utterly defeated.
“What kind of maids are you?!”
“My choice.”
The maids flicked their palms dismissively and frowned.
They should consider themselves lucky they’d only run into them. Who knew what deadly traps Lord Matthias had set around his beloved daughter’s room, fearing spies might sneak in?
“You should be grateful you ran into us, brother.”
“Exactly.”
Boasting pectorals grotesquely enlarged thanks to the protein Cien had given them, the maids grinned chillingly.
They didn’t forget to firmly stomp on the sprawled villains either.
Then, one maid suddenly remembered the most important thing.
“Master Cien will surely praise us, right?”
They abruptly found themselves fond of these unfortunate scoundrels.
They’d done a proper job—so they’d earn protein powder and win the heart of their adorable Master Cien, soft as sweet rice cakes.
Truly, the best day ever.
[This is the timeline separator]The next day, my eyes bloodshot red from staying up all night studying, I witnessed a bizarre scene.
While Father was briefly away on an inspection, unknown people had infiltrated the northern spire.
But then…
“What is all this, Older Sisters?”
“Intruders.”
The Muscular Maid Sisters lined up the men like constables escorting convicts and forced them to kneel before me.
I was shocked to see ten men in black masks kneeling neatly in front of me.
‘They’re all bleeding profusely!’
Unlike my startled self, however, the Maid Sisters were strong.
“How dare these insolent brats even think of entering Master Cien’s bedroom!”
“Hmph, we gave them a fair beating.”
“H-huh… Will they… be alright?”
‘They’re not dead, are they?’
When I asked if those masked men were alright, the Maid Sisters proudly replied,
“Ha… They’re fine.”
“Master Cien truly worries about us. You always have…”
…The Older Sisters occasionally had severe delusions.
It seemed utterly impossible that I’d ever worry about these muscle-bound Maid Sisters…
“Don’t worry! We usually handle odds of 17 to 1 with ease.”
“This time, the special training fueled by Master Cien’s coconut fruit really worked! And you always provide us with healthy meals too…”
As they teared up and approached me, one of the assailants—masked but clearly with a thoroughly battered face—let out a desperate scream.
“What are you talking about?! Are these maids or monsters?!”
“Shut up, or should I crush your third leg too?”
“Bunch of scrawny nobodies acting tough.”
Hearing their exchange, I broke into a cold sweat internally.
‘These Older Sisters are scary…’
The assailant scolded by the Maid Sisters fell silent, but another—one whose face was surely swollen black and blue—exploded in frustration.
“We only came to deliver the Academy Director’s message!”
The Maid Sisters and I exchanged glances.
“Then why did you try sneaking into my room? And why cover your faces?”
“W-well…”
“Shall we dispose of these despicable scoundrels right now, Master Cien?”
I shook my head and asked,
“Dispose of them later—no, I mean, handle it later!”
I didn’t say I wouldn’t dispose of them.
Frowning even more sternly, I said,
“Speak. What is the Academy Director’s message?”
“W-well…”
Sweating and bleeding profusely, they pulled out the letter from their pockets.
Ex-husband Wants Reconciliation
One-line summary: Chasing the wife to the crematorium (making an effort to attract someone who has become indifferent), the female lead doesn’t look back, the second male lead takes the position.
Intro:
To repay the kindness of the older generation, Su Mu crossed into a female-dominated world and became a live-in daughter-in-law of the Yan family, single-handedly saving the Yan family from fire and water.
But her husband, Yan Jiyue, the eldest son of the Yan family, treated her with sarcasm and never showed her a good face.
It wasn’t until after Su Mu’s death that this pampered and arrogant young master shed a few fake tears and pretended to want to die for love.
This life’s kindness was enough. If there was a next life, she would definitely kick Yan Jiyue away.
Who knew that the heavens would be so kind as to allow her to be reborn, returning to the time when she had just married into the Yan family.
Su Mu glanced at the Yan eldest son, who still spoke coldly to her, and threw a divorce letter in front of him.
“Let’s divorce!”
***
Yan Jiyue never imagined that he would be reborn. He happily went to find Su Mu, wanting to make up for the mistakes he had made in his ignorant youth.
Wasn’t the reason the heavens allowed him to be reborn to let him reconcile with Su Mu?
But when he pushed open the door to Su Mu’s room, the person lying on the bed was another man.
Su Mu’s personal attendant, Xie Yi.
Yan Jiyue hated him so much that his teeth itched. In front of Su Mu, Xie Yi was a gentle and considerate whisperer of sweet nothings, but in reality, he was vicious-hearted and deliberately sabotaged their husband and wife relationship.
In the previous life, it was he who secretly hid in Su Mu’s coffin and committed suicide, stealing a step ahead of him to be buried with Su Mu.
Yan Jiyue’s eyes were filled with hatred as he cursed, “What kind of thing are you? Your background is lowly, what right do you have to occupy Su Mu?”
Xie Yi looked at the sleeping Su Mu and no longer pretended to be a whisperer of sweet nothings.
He proudly stuck out his belly, “I have the right because my belly is capable of giving the Wife-master a daughter.”
***
Yan Jiyue was consumed with jealousy. He spread rumors that Xie Yi had once been branded with the mark of a “harlot” on his chest.
But on the night Xie Yi cut off the flesh bearing that mark, Su Mu suddenly realized something was amiss.
“How did you know the exact moment I was poisoned? And why did you show up a month early?”
Xie Yi remained silent, blood from his wound soaking through his robes. His sapphire eyes brimmed with anguish – or was it just a flawless act?
Between a once-arrogant husband now seeking redemption, and a gentle soul willing to die for her – who truly held the darkest secrets? And could it be that Su Mu and Yan Jiyue weren’t the only ones given a second chance at life…?
[Reading Guide]
1. True divorce, chasing the wife to the crematorium, the female lead doesn’t look back, the male lead is Xie Yi.
2. The ex-husband did not cheat, he just realized too late and didn’t realize that he liked the female lead.
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