I'll Protect the Tyrant Daddy! (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 3
I looked at Grandmother with a pounding heart.
“You. Are you Cien?”
“Yes!”
“I am Duchess Lukella and the former ruler of the Apex Mage Tower. I am not someone you may casually call ‘Grandmother.’”
No one in the world was unaware of the title “ruler of the Apex Mage Tower.”
In her youth, while training at the Apex Mage Tower, she had killed another mage and seized control of the tower.
Among the twelve ranks of mages, she had even risen to the fourth rank—‘An’yak’—a remarkably high position.
Given that there was currently not a single Archmage—the first rank—in existence, her rank had been exceptionally prestigious.
…Though for some reason, she didn’t seem to use magic anymore.
Duchess Lukella had drawn a clear line.
‘What a shame. I thought she liked cute little children.’
Apparently, my charm hadn’t worked on her.
Then it was time to take one step back. Just lightening the mood a little was already a success for now.
I nodded.
“Yesss…”
I’d taken one step back, but this wasn’t the end, Grandmother!
Grandmother silently watched me for a moment, then tilted the corner of her mouth and spoke slowly.
“You’re acting rather clumsily.”
Not only had she drawn a line…
…but now she was even scolding me.
I tapped my protruding lower lip with my fingers and turned away.
“Mia-nae-yo…”
My charm had always been unbeatable before.
But I suppose, being the villainous duchess, she really was different—like an impenetrable fortress.
Still, I had no intention of giving up just because I’d failed once.
I lifted my head high and looked back at Grandmother.
For an instant, her eyes softened like crescent moons, but she quickly regained her cold, sharp gaze.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a child who looks me straight in the eye.”
“Mind your words, Mother. And Cien.”
Father was the one who broke the tension.
“Huh?”
Father, who had by now risen to his feet, suddenly lifted me up and spoke firmly toward Duchess Lukella, as if marking his territory.
“I’ll take Cien to the maid and return shortly.”
“Do that.”
I mustered my last bit of strength and murmured softly toward Grandmother.
“Daddy. Hammi, stay well.”
Duchess Lukella gave a slight nod.
It was strange.
I didn’t know Duchess Lukella well.
But I’d assumed that if some sudden incident occurred during conversation, she’d coldly rebuke it immediately…
Yet surprisingly, she said nothing at all.
Amidst the heavy silence, I stood outside the door, led by Father’s hand.
‘My “charm Grandmother” plan failed, but nothing ever works on the first try anyway. That’s okay, that’s okay!’
I’ll protect our Father! I clenched my fluffy little fists tightly and glared at the maids approaching from afar, carrying something in their hands.
Fine! Anyone can come at me. No matter how strong you are, you’ll never bully our Father!
Because I’m here!
[This is the timeline separator]As Cien was led away by the maids, Duchess Lukella and her firstborn son, Lord Matthias, sat once again across from each other at a large table.
A cold silence swirled between mother and son.
She spoke, feigning calmness.
“So you’re Cien. You’ve grown quite a bit. I still remember you as a newborn.”
Round eyes brimming with light, plump cheeks as if hiding honey inside, and tiny lips like pink flower petals.
She had certainly grown up adorably—and even resembled “that woman.”
Perhaps that was precisely why Matthias, who normally showed no interest in others, doted on her so dearly.
“Do not concern yourself with Cien.”
Duchess Lukella gave a hollow laugh as she watched her son, who had grown openly hostile.
All children feared her. Thus, a child calling her “Grandmother” had felt refreshing.
But that was all.
‘In any case, even if she’s just a child, once she enters this ducal house, she’ll lose her innocence.’
In this house, where the strong preyed upon the weak, such naive and fragile things withered away easily.
But she had something else to say.
“You’ve been rather insolent since earlier.”
“You know well that this is simply my nature.”
Duchess Lukella gave a bitter smile as she looked at her son Matthias.
Of course she knew.
He was the man who had quietly hidden away for five years, gathering strength solely to protect his child.
Matthias, who had completely fallen from the line of succession only to barely claw his way back—everyone had predicted his defeat.
He had no proper faction, no wings to rise upon.
Yet Duchess Lukella alone had judged him differently.
Precisely because Matthias had already lost everything, he was more dangerous—and because he now held something most precious, he could be more ruthless than anyone.
“I suppose so.”
It was time to get to the point.
“The trial regarding the Goode Demon Incident has been declared void. Resume the heir training you previously abandoned.”
“Yes.”
“It’s different from five years ago. Back then, you were the sole heir, but now all adult blood relatives are eyeing the position.”
“I understand.”
“Don’t forget: many factions within and outside the family oppose you. Remember the demonic antics you committed.”
Having finished speaking, Duchess Lukella quietly gazed at her son.
Matthias’s face was as cold and lethal as eternal snow—utterly unlike the gentle expression he’d worn just moments ago while holding his daughter Cien. She observed him silently, chin resting in her hand.
Then Matthias muttered expressionlessly,
“If I’d believed I would lose to someone, I wouldn’t have returned at all.”
“Even though the Elder Council, the Bloodline Assembly, and the Mage Tower all despise you?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Your daughter might get hurt.”
“I will never allow that.”
He spoke firmly, yet his voice carried an icy chill.
“We’ll see with time whether your words are boldness or recklessness.”
“Neither.”
He stared straight at the duchess.
“It is certainty—that I can protect Cien.”
“…”
Meeting his cold eyes, Duchess Lukella realized something.
Her son had grown far stronger—more unshakably so—than he had been five years ago.
“I shall begin the heir training first.”
“Permission granted. You and your daughter will reside in the spire of the northern keep. It was a request from the Elder Council and the Bloodline Assembly. Is that acceptable?”
“The spire…? Doesn’t matter.”
The direct bloodline of the duke resided in the central manor.
The spire of the northern keep was a remote place. Though close in distance to the central manor where the blood relatives stayed, its status was as different as heaven and earth.
Yet he nodded with an indifferent expression and said,
“Then, be off.”
Recalling Cien’s innocent face and voice, Duchess Lukella’s heart softened slightly, and she spoke quietly.
“See that the simple little honeycomb is thoroughly bathed and properly educated.”
Having nothing private to say even to her long-unseen son, she simply gave a nod.
[This is the timeline separator]Having long since lost my innocence, I stared in terror at the maids who had come to attend me.
“A-are you really maids? Not knights?”
In typical medieval romance fantasy novels, maids wore fluttering dresses and delicate, dragonfly-wing-like garments.
But this was the villainous ducal household!
As if to mock my shallow prejudice, the two maids stood well over 180 cm tall, their entire bodies massively muscular. They looked strong enough to instantly eliminate a helpless child like me.
Their arms were even thicker than those of the actor ‘Ma Dong Seok’ I’d known in my past life, and strange tattoos and henna-like markings covered their forearms.
I didn’t even want to imagine the rest of their physique.
‘Scary!’
They clearly weren’t ordinary maids.
But I couldn’t show fear here. I lifted my chin high and spoke brazenly to them.
“Hello, you must be the maids?”
“Yes, we greet Lady Cien.”
They replied bluntly.
If I showed weakness here, Father would be looked down upon too! As the sole knight sworn to protect Father, I spoke with dignity.
“I am Cien. Delighted to meet you, my noble maids.”
I would never back down.
For the sake of my innocent Father, I could even do bad things to threaten these maids.
As I held my jaw stiffly and proudly to project authority, I heard their blunt reply.
“Understood. We shall escort you to the spire.”
“The spire?”
“Yes. You will reside in the northern spire.”
I tapped my round forehead, sinking into the greatest dilemma of my five-year-old life.
‘This is the worst.’
The northern spire.
It was a desolate tower within the ducal estate, rumored to have once displayed the severed heads of criminals. It was also famously where the lowest-ranking collateral relatives stayed when visiting the manor.
Yet our Father—officially the duke’s legitimate firstborn son—was being sent to the northern tower.
‘The northern spire? Are Father and I really going to die? Did they bring us here to kill us?’
Oh no, this can’t be happening.
I absolutely had to find a way out of this situation.
My innocent Father surely knew nothing. So I had to coax the maids and extract every bit of information I could!
‘How do I charm these spire maids into giving me the information I need?’
I let out a long sigh and decided to follow them for now.
Of course, I wasn’t just blindly following—I was frantically recalling every scrap of information in my head.
‘The maids of the northern spire are described as simple-minded and ignorant—lifelong devotees of muscle alone. That’s why they’re ostracized even within the ducal household!’
So I needed to use their nature to my advantage—but how exactly do you charm simple, ignorant, muscular maids?
“Shall we go, Lady Cien?”
I spoke with authority first.
“Yes. Let’s go.”
“Yes.”
As I hurried after the maids, I racked my brain hard.
But in the novel, …
there was no mention anywhere of how to win over the muscular maids of the villainous ducal house.
‘How do I win them over? What should I do?’
While I was deep in thought, we’d already arrived at the tall, pointed northern spire.
Seeing the spire surrounded by thorns made my heart prickle with fear. The cold wind blew, chilling me to the bone.
“This is it. Beautiful, isn’t it?”
…What’s beautiful about it?
The maid, using her heavily muscled arms, opened the door at the base of the spire and began guiding me inside, her tone blunt.
“After you change clothes and bathe, we’ll briefly inform you about the lessons you’ll attend tomorrow with the young lords.”
I answered in an extra-cute, drawn-out tone, puffing out my cheeks just like my cheekbones.
“Okaaay.”
Of course, inside my mind, I was scheming furiously.
‘Which young lords? In the villainous ducal house, would it be Crawford? Or maybe Killian?’
As I seriously pondered which young lord I’d meet, I blankly stared at their arms guiding me into a large room.
I wanted to ask about the northern spire and gather information about the villainous young lords I’d meet tomorrow. Though we weren’t close, so it felt a bit awkward.
‘Ah, wait.’
At that moment, I looked up and suddenly noticed white powder dusted around their wrists. I sniffed lightly—and recognized the familiar scent.
‘It’s rosin powder…!’
I giggled softly,
my cheeks puffing up like round balls.
Somehow, I felt I’d found a way to make them my allies.
Male lead says he’s pregnant — and it’s female lead’s child
Something seems a bit off about this world.
Wang Zhao thought as she watched a pregnant man walking towards her…
Intro
Female lead finds herself in a world where the men who possess the ability to bear children.
As she navigates this unfamiliar reality, she is caught off guard by the sudden appearance of her boyfriend, who reveals that he is pregnant.
Is this truly her boyfriend?
Why can’t she recall any details about their time together?
She begins to doubt whether the child her boyfriend is carrying is even hers.
Is there a hidden reason behind her amnesia, or could it be a side effect of her sudden arrival in this strange new world?
Just when it seems the protagonist’s life couldn’t become any more entangled, her ex-boyfriend makes an unexpected appearance, raising questions about the protagonist’s past.
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What is this? My baby Celine is so beautiful and sweet. I hope Celine doesn’t get hurt.
Our dear Sin walks around attracting bees; she is very cute.
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Miioo
The duchess doesn’t look that scary; I think she’ll become a Sin follower.