I'll Protect the Tyrant Daddy! (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 96

A very small and subtle spark first began to smolder in the street where the gypsies lived.

Gypsies were, by nature, free spirits and did not gather to live in just one place.

Yet there was one place where they inevitably appeared together: a village inhabited by the dirty, the poor, and the powerless.

Right there, the gypsies lived humble lives—begging or building tiny huts—and sometimes sang songs to forget their sorrows.

Then, into this dull routine, a boy suddenly appeared, calling himself “Captain.”

He abruptly thrust forward a familiar gypsy instrument—like a ukulele or a small drum—and began singing loudly.

If he had merely sung a song and passed by, people would have let it go, but the lyrics of his song were strangely peculiar.

“Money exists for those who believe, yes, money exists!”

“……?”

Everyone stared at the Captain as if he were mad. Ignoring their curious gazes with ease, the Captain began singing again.

“Our friend bestows money upon those who believe!”

“……What on earth is this?”

“Our friend grants a beautiful future to the kind-hearted. Treasures of gold and silver shall rain from the heavens!”

“Ugh, so noisy! What nonsense are you spouting again?!”

The boy, dodging those who complained he was causing noise pollution, kept singing shrilly. Surprisingly, his voice held a bewitching charm that drew even those who had shown no interest at first to focus on his lyrics.

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