[Episode 91]
‘They say that married couples look alike…’
I covered my ears as I heard a voice that made my eardrums explode.
When I asked where the tone of Erno Etam or Mirel Etam came from, it seemed that they all came from the words of my grandmother.
“Child abuse…”
“They hate the most when a child is not a child.”
“Ah….”
“So from before, you bumped into us a lot with things like our education.”
On the face of Cruneau Etam, a rare emotion emerged. He took me into the mansion among the frightened servants.
He nodded at me.
“Go dry.”
“yes?”
“You’re the only one here who can stop that.”
How are you supposed to get in between that mess?
As I was putting on a puzzled face, Krono Etam spoke up again.
“It does not harm the child.”
“…umm.”
You’re not trying to fuck me on purpose, are you?
I hesitated and walked cautiously into the almost warlike mess.
‘That person is a grandmother…?’
She looked too straight to be called a grandmother.
From her outward appearance, it was no wonder that she was in her mid-thirties.
Considering the age of his children, he must have been at least half a hundred years old.
The color has faded a bit over the years, but she has beautiful blonde hair and watery eyes that seem to fall in love with her.
Not only that, he was holding a long iron staff in one hand. The broken furniture on the staff looked considerable.
On one side of the messy office, Kylo stood with a face of despair.
“That…”
I opened my mouth cautiously after stepping into Mirel Etam’s messy office.
My dad, who was the first to hear my voice buried in an angry voice, threw his eyes at me at once.
There was a little blood on Dad’s cheek. It was evident that he was probably injured in the riot.
It felt like my heart was pounding.
“grandma…?”
As if my small call had reached her ear, the former duchess, who had a fierce expression on her face, turned her head away.
Then, when he saw me, he quickly hid his staff.
“Did you call me just now?”
“…yes.”
The sharp eyes were quite scary. I nodded feeling like I was about to be stabbed, and she narrowed her eyes and looked at me.
“Call me again.”
“grandma…?”
“again.”
“Grandma Ha…”
She nodded again. It reminded me of old Erno Etam somehow.
“Grandma…”
“Why did you call me?”
My grandmother told me to call!
I wondered where Erno Etam’s psychopathic temperament came from, but maybe it came from his grandmother.
She chuckled as I looked at her dissatisfiedly.
“What is desired. I was wondering how he managed to bewitch the whole family and even take the title of head of the Holla Dang household, but it certainly deserves it.”
she said and rubbed her chin.
“So what do you want?”
“You can’t hurt Daddy.”
I wanted to hurt myself, but I can never see someone else get hurt.
I usually avoid it casually, so I don’t know why the blood is flowing down my cheek.
“I was just chastising myself for doing something wrong.”
“…Dad is bleeding.”
“If the discipline gets rough, that might be the case.”
“Dad doesn’t scold me that much.”
She laughed loudly as I mumbled dissatisfiedly. Among the piles of collapsed books, Mirel Etam groaned and stood up.
It was a bit horror-like, as if a zombie had come back to life from the grave.
“okay? You mean that guy? Are you not interested in me?”
“…Come pick me up every morning.”
“It’s something parents can do.”
It was somehow very unpleasant to talk with a snort. I felt a little down.
“Even when I was growing up, I stayed by my side for five years.”
“It is said that imprinting with a dragon will change your life, but anyone other than you would have waited for 10 or 20 years.”
“He even gave me the job of the head of the household.”
“That is ridiculous. If not handing over all of their own affairs, which 10-year-old would have common sense hand over the headship?”
I clenched my fists. When I raised my head with a broken heart, she was looking down at me with her arms crossed.
“I said you don’t have to do anything.”
“So, does that mean you are just a scarecrow?”
When I put them together, he said something plausible again, and a feeling of displeasure came up.
“Eirin.”
I was out of breath. As I was struggling, Dad came over and gently hugged me.
“…Dad told me not to leave until he told me to leave! My dad said he wanted to!”
I screamed like a scream.
Tears welled up in my eyes because it felt unfair to touch my family.
The former duchess, who was watching my tears fall, opened her eyes wide in embarrassment.
“Yeah, I got it. I did a bit of a mischievous thing. I’m sorry…”
“Dad and grandma hate me.”
“Okay, take me to your room.”
“It’s not even grandma, she’s a bad person. I hate that person.”
That was the moment.
A golden wave began to spread in front of my eyes.
* * *
“Yeah, this isn’t even grandma. Families don’t talk like this. Right, Dad?”
“…yes.”
“Yes, you are a bad person. Dad, I hate that person.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Eirin’s pupils narrowed vertically.
“I hate hurting Dad. I hate to say bad things. Yeah, I hate that person.”
Unlike usual, the color of the eyes of the child who was muttering something softly went up.
The voice he chanted as if he was brainwashing himself was quite frightening.
Eirin’s irises shone like something out of this world. Golden magic leaked out from Eirin.
“I hope that person disappears.”
Erin smiled mischievously.
However, it was so cruel that it was hard to believe that it came from the mouth of an innocent child.
“yes?”
Eirin, who closed her eyes cutely, turned her head to look at the former duchess.
At that moment, she began to be engulfed in golden magic.
“What is this…”
Then, soon, her fingertips became more and more transparent. As if to erase her existence from the world, she gradually faded.
Everyone reflexively looked at Eirin. The child was still cradled around Ernoetham’s neck, laughing.
Looking at the pure face, Erno Etam suddenly remembered a translation of a document written in Newspeak.
[Dragon is desire itself.
Hatchlings are especially childlike. He has the temperament of a dragon and the ability to achieve it, but his common sense and control are significantly inferior to him.
The reason dragons needed imprints was also there.
A long time ago, a god made a pact with a dragon. They were more powerful than any creature on earth, so they wanted to reduce the danger.
That’s how ‘imprinting’ was born.
However, God made a big mistake. All living things have desires.
The desire to be strong; the desire to excel; the desire to be special.
The dragon was a being that could achieve that very easily.
Thus, dragons were once ornaments. Everyone dug up the dragon’s nest, stole the egg, and imprinted it.
The imprint was created so that dragons could live symbiotically with affection for the small and weak.
But greed rules life and everything starts to go the wrong way.
Through the medium of imprinting, they forced, commanded, and suppressed the dragon.
The imprint was a means of protecting the dragon. A means of suppressing hatchlings that run wild and use their power recklessly and in preparation for causing a great disturbance.
Hatchlings will do anything to protect their parents. Don’t try to persuade them with common sense.
They are beings who will kill all night life in the world for their parents’ comfortable sleep, and if their parents want to become kings, they will become evil dragons that kill all members of the royal family.
If the hatchling’s desires are unleashed and cannot be subdued, they must be commanded. It is only possible to coexist with the dragon only when it is forcibly suppressed and clearly imprinted with the owner.]
It was a phrase that caught my eye and I read it several times.
Erno Etam didn’t think Eirin would run out of control. Because the child had a very common sense side.
‘It was something like this.’
It is simply dominated by desire before common sense. The child was angry and enraged at her mother’s denial of her family.
“Erno, do something!”
Even after being beaten up like that, Duke Mirel, who hadn’t taken a proper attack on his wife, ran to his translucent wife and shouted.
Erno Etam saw the child holding his neck tightly.
When their eyes meet, their smiles can’t be so lovely. After hesitating for a moment, he made the child sit on the desk in the office.
“Eirin.”
“Your father.”
“Can you tell me why you are angry?”
Though he thought he was doing something he was not used to, he lowered himself and met the child’s gaze.
“Yeah, I hated it because you said me and my dad as if we weren’t family.”
“I see. But I hate you more being a criminal.”
“why?”
“If you become a criminal, your daughter will go to jail, so you can’t be with her.”
The son-in-law fell silent when the youngest son said that it was not a problem because my mother died, but that the problem was that my daughter would go to prison.
