I'll Protect the Tyrant Daddy! (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 11
In truth, the Academy Director’s message was simple.
It was to put Cien Mirmod through a ‘test’ to see if she was fit to be a child of the Mirmod family.
I had expected it, but the development was faster than I’d thought. I was inwardly flustered, yet quickly steeled myself.
‘You expected this. Don’t be too surprised.’
I immediately blinked my pea-sized eyes and answered with vigor.
“I got it!”
“Huh?”
“It means I’ll go to the test!”
The assassins stared at me with dumbfounded expressions.
I lifted my chin proudly, putting on airs.
They had already decided to test me. No matter what excuse I gave, they’d force me through it—they clearly intended to crush my spirit while Father wasn’t around.
“To catch a tiger, you must enter the tiger’s den. Don’t you even know that?”
The maids now clapped enthusiastically at my every word.
“Geez, you truly are brilliant!”
“As expected of our Muscular Patroness.”
The assassins the Academy Director had sent still lay sprawled on the floor, rolling their eyes with blank, disheveled expressions.
“Oh, and one more thing.”
“Yes?”
“Deal with those guys!”
Go ahead!
At my tough command, the Maid Sisters beat the masked men a few more times before chasing them out. They even added, from behind, to dig a hole with a shovel—so those men might be buried alive for a day or two.
‘Maid Sisters… is it really okay to kill them so recklessly?’
…I wondered if they had some kind of hidden assurance.
After all, we were merely powerless outcasts from the North Spire. In this Mirmod world, where only the strong survive, acting so boldly without backing would be dangerous.
‘But that’s not what matters right now. First, I have to face off against the Academy Director.’
I packed a few prepared items into the rabbit-shaped bag Father had bought me.
Me, Cien Mirmod, who slung the bag sharply over my shoulder!
I also cleverly secured the mirror artifact I’d obtained earlier by sweet-talking the Maid Sisters. This low-tier artifact probably wouldn’t help much, but…
Anyway, I’d made every possible preparation.
At last, I boldly entered the Academy.
As I stepped into the large room, there sat Instructor Rilmi—who disliked me—and a white-haired old man. I glared at Rilmi with narrowed, flatfish-like eyes.
I hadn’t expected someone like me, a child as tiny as a grain of rice, to be watched so warily.
Fury bubbled up from my core—I was going to make him taste real heat.
“You’ve come.”
“Hello!”
I bowed deeply, then stood before them.
The moment the door closed completely, he flashed his eyes like a true villain and asked,
“Did you properly say your goodbyes to your arrogant, exiled father?”
At the words “arrogant, exiled father,” I clenched my plump fist tightly, like a well-peeled baby potato.
How dare he call my Father an “arrogant, exiled father”?!
If my kind Father had heard such harsh words, he’d surely have fainted on the spot.
It was lucky I was here—I could steel my heart cold and hard and take revenge for him.
I froze my heart as cold and firm as corn ice cream, then spoke.
“My Father isn’t an exile. He’s not Hammi, I’m telling you!”
At the mention of the Duchess, the Academy Director’s expression twisted.
“…You’re a reckless brat. So, did you order all my subordinates killed?”
That was a bit unfair.
‘No, it wasn’t me who beat the spy—it was the Maid Sisters…’
“To think you’d brazenly kill every single spy I sent.”
He grumbled.
Clearly, his misunderstanding was deepening by the second.
But I had no intention of clearing up his misconception.
‘I’m too tired to bother correcting misunderstandings now.’
Seeing me bite my lips without answering, he carelessly placed the mana stone in his hand onto the desk and said haughtily,
“I intend to subject you to the test.”
“What’s that?”
Just as I’d anticipated—it was the .
I pretended not to know, though I’d already learned about it thanks to Leonhardt.
The Academy Director sneered at me.
“You’re foolish.”
“Because I’m the daughter of an exile. Just a country bumpkin, after all.”
Beside him, Instructor Rilmi chimed in, eyes gleaming as he flattered the Director relentlessly in hopes of advancement.
‘It’s unfolding exactly as Leonhardt and I predicted. They must intend to kill me. After all, in this place, it’s kill or be killed.’
I quietly stared at him with a blank, clueless expression.
“To put it simply, it’s a test to escape a labyrinth.”
“A labyrinth? How do I escape it?”
“Stand on this glass panel. You’ll have to figure out the method yourself. You ask too many pointless questions, little one.”
His cold gaze hoped to see me frightened.
Looking at the Academy Director—this utterly unkind teacher—I opened my mouth.
“So even if Cien doesn’t want to, she still has to do it, right?”
“Yes.”
“…Alright, then.”
Rilmi, as if he’d been waiting, handed me the mana stone.
The warm mana stone settled into my palm.
“Kids are all foolish—they don’t even realize they’re walking straight into their own doom.”
I didn’t reply to his words.
He smirked, curling one corner of his mouth.
At his expression—already certain of victory—Cien lowered her head and smiled contentedly.
Careful not to let the corners of her mouth lift too high and give herself away!
You never know who’s stronger until you’ve faced them—there’s no reason to boast like that.
Apparently, he’d never even heard the saying: “Boasting leads to defeat.”
I puffed out my cheeks roundly. Gently squeezing my soft cheeks, I let out a long sigh: “Puuuuh.”
The game had begun.
Perhaps I, too, would suffer like ‘those children’ they’d tormented before…
‘I have to succeed.’
And I can do it.
The moment I stepped onto the glass panel and gripped the mana stone tightly in my hand,
the Academy Director glared at me and said,
“In our family, the weak are devoured, foolish child.”
But you never truly know who the weak one really is, do you?
Right?
[This is the timeline separator]How many seconds had passed?
A cold breeze blew briefly.
Instinctively, I sensed that the place where I stood had changed.
‘I’ve arrived inside the labyrinth.’
I slowly opened my eyes and gulped at the sight of walls several times taller than myself—the Illusion Labyrinth was far larger than I’d imagined.
An eerie atmosphere; a place so cold that a sigh produced a white puff of breath before my eyes.
Nervous, I tentatively took one step, then two.
As I walked, the corridor narrowed steadily. If I widened my stride even slightly, my body would get crushed. Clearly, my movement was severely restricted—running or even walking quickly was impossible.
I took a slow, deep breath.
I could see the exit far in the distance, but escaping wouldn’t be easy.
‘If things go as expected, the illusion should definitely start now.’
The was among the most malicious forms of illusion magic.
This labyrinth scrapes deep into a person’s most terrifying inner fears and dredges up painful memories.
The moment I grasped the situation, a cold, familiar voice—filled with malice—began echoing before me.
“Stupid X.”
“Someone like you will never be loved in your whole life. Stop acting so pathetic.”
“You’re clumsy in every single way.”
Harsh insults began pouring into my ears.
My heart pounded with every word. Forgotten trauma resurfaced.
All these words were ones I’d heard in my past life.
Before my eyes, memories from my previous life began replaying slowly, like an old film from a projector.
I saw myself at eight years old, drinking water in the kitchen.
From the living room came my parents’ voices arguing—saying they’d divorce. I stood utterly cowed, head bowed low, silently gripping a cup and holding my breath.
Hateful voices pierced my ears.
“Let’s agree to divorce—you take her.”
“I hate how gloomy her eyes look. She never speaks and she’s dumb. Doesn’t even seem like my own child.”
“Then what should we do? Send her to an orphanage?”
“She looks just like you—so you figure it out, okay?”
She was a gloomy little girl with shaggy bangs that no one ever trimmed—long enough to nearly cover her eyes. Still, she was quick to pick up on things.
Mom and Dad were serious.
They resented and disliked me, born as I was from a loveless relationship.
“If you won’t take her, then just send her away!”
So in the end, I was being abandoned.
Because I was useless and stupid……
My hands instantly went limp.
And then—clatter!
The cup slipped from my grasp and crashed to the floor.
I froze, staring at the shattered glass fragments scattered like my own broken heart. It felt as though those broken pieces mirrored both my own heart and my parents’ hatred for me—I couldn’t move.
From the living room, Mom rushed toward my frozen form.
I took an unsteady, wobbly step toward her. Crunch—glass cut into my foot, drawing blood, but begging Mom for forgiveness was more important.
“I’m, I’m sowwy.”
After all, the glass was broken. And, and my foot was bleeding.
It’ll be okay. She’ll understand. Maybe—just maybe—she’ll even worry about me.
With tears brimming in my eyes, I silently pleaded toward Mom, thinking, “I’m sorry for breaking the glass,” my gaze lowered.
But Mom, Dad… couldn’t you just overlook this one time I got hurt…?
It hurts.
My foot is bleeding and stings so badly.
Tears keep coming too……
Can’t you just hold me?
But Mom betrayed my hope as if it were only natural.
“How can you always choose such awful things to do? Are you protesting now?”
“…N-no.”
I trembled all over as I looked up at Mom.
“Do you even know how much this cost?”
I realized my mistake.
The cup I’d taken to drink water from was Mom’s treasured favorite.
Someone like me shouldn’t have dared to use such a cup.
I was just so flustered, and then…
“I’m sorry…”
Before I could even finish apologizing, Mom dashed right up to me in a flash.
Of course, she wore indoor slippers, so she didn’t step on any glass. Unable to suppress her rising anger, she pressed her index finger hard against my forehead again and again, shrieking hysterically,
“If you keep bothering me like this, I’ll just want to die! Shall we die together, huh?”
As she shoved my forehead, glass shards underfoot cut me again—it hurt.
But hearing Mom say she wanted to die frightened and pained me even more.
Mom, please don’t die. You’re far more precious and valuable than I am.
In a voice growing ever fainter, I forced out the words,
“I’m sorry, Mom…”
“Who’s your mom? Who!”
Behind Mom, Dad, arms crossed, intervened.
With cold eyes and a blank expression, he said,
“Act useful.”
“…Yes, I’m sorry…”
“Clean up that cup yourself and come out. You should at least do that much. You owe this household for feeding and sheltering you.”
Looking toward Dad, I mumbled with a cowed expression,
“I, uh, Dad… my foot’s bleeding…”
“Don’t even call me Dad. What’s a good-for-nothing brat like you crying about?”
Watching my parents disappear into the kitchen with that icy stare, I couldn’t even sob—only silent tears streamed down my face.
It wasn’t because my heart hurt.
Mom and Dad are good people—they’re allowed to treat me this way since they feed and house me.
It’s just… it’s just that I’m weak-hearted.
My tiny foot hurts from the glass cuts—that’s all. That’s why…
While brainwashing myself, I picked up the shattered cup from the floor with my bare hands.
I didn’t even know I should’ve used rubber gloves. No one had ever told me.
Naturally, my clumsy hands bled as I cleaned the glass. I quietly looked down at my hands and thought,
The cuts stinging my palms didn’t hurt at all.
Only my heart ached from the sting.
After cleaning all the glass and limping into my room, I thought quietly,
“I wish I’d never been born at all.”
Was it really better if I’d never been born?
At that moment, voices loudly echoed again in my ears.
“That’s exactly why you shouldn’t have been born!”
“Let’s just die together right here.”
“Death would be peaceful.”
“You’ll vanish forever.”
I bit my lips hard. My already swollen lips tasted of blood. I quickly wiped the corners of my mouth with the back of my hand.
Was I really just a useless child?
I hunched my already small shoulders even tighter.
[This is the timeline separator]The Illusion Labyrinth could be observed from the outside using a mana stone. Seeing Cien lower her head, the Academy Director and Rilmi smirked.
“She’s finally bowed her head.”
“Anyone who does that dies, one hundred out of one hundred times.”
“Easier than expected. I was worried since she’s that demon’s daughter.”
They faced each other and laughed heartily for a long while, even sipping rum as they did.
The Academy Director watched Cien, who had kept her head down for a while and eventually knelt fully on the floor, and felt thoroughly satisfied.
Cien would surely meet the same fate as the other children.
Either dying like that, or living a hollow, miserable existence forever haunted by past echoes.
Either way, for a child of the Mirmod family, it amounted to a death sentence.
“Prince Matthias must be quite frustrated.”
“What can he do? He’s just a kite with its string cut.”
Matthias was actually quite formidable—unlike what Rilmi assumed.
But what could be done? His specialty was eliminating promising children under the guise of legitimacy.
Resting his chin in his hand, the Academy Director chuckled mockingly.
Somehow… seeing Cien’s bowed head and her knees haphazardly kneeling in the dirt made him feel as if Matthias Mirmod himself were kneeling before him—it felt good.
After mocking Cien for a while, the Academy Director turned his gaze back to his rum.
In about thirty minutes, that child’s mind would be completely shattered.
But just then—
“Wait, hold on.”
“What is it?”
At Rilmi’s flustered expression, the Academy Director paused, his rum glass halfway to his lips.
“Isn’t that kid… lifting her head again?”
The Academy Director’s face instantly twisted as he peered down into the Illusion Labyrinth.
Most children who had knelt with bowed heads before ended up kneeling on the floor with vacant eyes, weeping helplessly before becoming trapped forever in the maze.
But this was strange.
Cien had raised her head.
She seemed to have cried a little, yet her eyes still sparkled brightly.
Male lead first thought she played hard to get, only to realize she
really disliked him
Short intro:
What she can’t stand the most is the streets full of effeminate men, especially that so-called top beauty whom she avoids at all costs.
Shen Yaoxing looks at Jiang Mingyue, who keeps approaching her with coy shyness.
Shen Yaoxing: Bro, don’t be like this, I’m really about to throw up!
She fears nothing in heaven or earth, except for him getting close to her.
*
At first he thought she was just using the trick of feigning indifference to attract his attention. Later, he learned that she truly despised him.
This dealt a heavy blow to Jiang Mingyue, and he vowed to make her, like everyone else, fall at his feet in worship!
***
Synopsis:
Before transmigrating, Shen Yaoxing only wanted to find a reliable man to spend her life with. Who knew that after transmigrating, she would become a reliable woman herself…
A forced misandrist, highly skilled, and reliable female lead
vs.
An initially aloof and arrogant, later morbid, obsessed male lead
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