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Author: rolypoly

It looks like an angel. 


“Woo, baa…”


It was Enoch Rubinstein’s first thought as he watched the baby smiling in his arms. 


She’s 2 months old.


Even though the baby had only seen the light of the world for two months, she seemed to know that the man holding her in his arms was her father.




Hair like silver thread and clear blue eyes.


Enoch, who had looked at her for a long time as she looked exactly like him, was confused by the strange feeling in his heart. 


It was an irresistible attraction.


The bond of blood, or perhaps the affection—.




Enoch couldn’t understand himself feeling that way.


Like most people with a strong ability in the Empire, they created a child in order to inherit the family.


So he thought he wouldn’t feel anything.


She is just a small individual with the same blood as me, and when she grows up, she will live as a dog of the Empire as a person with strong ability, a noble, and a soldier—.


‘I hate it.’


He was struck by a strong impulse.


‘I don’t want you to live like me.’


The moment he made up his mind, his heart started beating fast. He left the barracks holding the baby in his arms. 


Outside, the battlefield was in a calm state. 


There was smoke everywhere because they hadn’t extinguished the fire yet.


The sight made him even more determined.


‘You… you can’t.’


Both of the child’s parents are extremely powerful people of the highest class and outstanding among them. 


So there was no need to verify the child’s ability.


With a sword, a shield, or a staff—more than half of her life will be spent on the battlefield. 


“Are you going to run away?”


A voice that laughed slowly pulled him back. Enoch swallowed his breath and turned around slowly.


The woman who appeared in the dark was the child’s mother.


“No way, you will bring the child?”


She went out during pregnancy and gave birth on a battlefield. She rejoined the lineup after a month. 


Some people may not understand why pregnant women went to the battlefield, but that was the duty of a person with strong ability.


“What the hell are you thinking?”


“I don’t want to raise her like me.”


“She’s my child, too.”


The woman snorted.


Enoch’s worries as he looked at the child in his arms again were short. 


“…Let’s go together, then.”


“Hahaha. You were more impulsive than I thought.”


The woman who was laughing out loud came one step closer.


“We were born as people with strong ability and as aristocrats, and lived, and lived again… and we must die like that. The same goes for this child.”




“Well, I understand how you feel. It’s probably more because she’s a daughter. It makes me think a lot too.” 


The woman just passed by Enoch.




Enoch was surprised. And then he realized.


A woman must have thought the same thing as him while looking at the child. 


She doesn’t want her to live like this.


“…I’m thinking of going to Xenon. However, I don’t know if I’ll stay there.”


It was like a deserting soldier announcing his whereabouts, but—.


This woman was the mother of the child. She should have had the right to know that much.


“Yeah, I wish you good luck.”


Leaving behind the woman’s brief greeting, Enoch disappeared into the darkness.


That day.


Thus, the Empire’s only sword saint, Enoch Rubinstein, disappeared.


It was seven years ago.




Chirp, chirp, chirp—.


Through the window of an old cabin, the dazzling sunlight pours down in the morning.


“My princess, it’s morning. Let’s wake up.”


“Ung… 5 more minutes.”


“No, no. Hurry up, we should brush your teeth and have breakfast.”


I lifted my eyelids with difficulty as the hand pulled the blanket off.


Wearing a cute cherry apron and holding a spatula in his hand, this househusband level 9’s name is James Brown.


That’s my dad. 


“Ung, I’m not hungry.”


“Daddy made a very delicious egg dish that my princess likes.” 


Dad lifted me as I tried to get back under the covers.


I closed my sleepy eyes again and sniffed them as I hung around my dad’s neck. 


“Sniff. It smells like broccoli that has fallen into the water, not an egg?”




My dad’s conscience was pricked. I opened my eyes wide. 


“Ah! I thought I said I didn’t like broccoli!”


“Shh, my princess, Lilith. Let’s eat just two broccoli today. Then I’ll sprinkle apple jam on chocolate macarons for dessert.”




Trying to negotiate childishly with chocolate macarons sprinkled with apple jam.


Do I look like a kid who’ll just get caught up in that kind of thing and end up eating broccoli that doesn’t taste good?


“Okay. Then, just the two of them.”


…You saw it well. I’m that kind of kid. 


There are only two of them.


“Ah, whose daughter is this nice?”


My dad smiled and kissed me on the cheek.


James, who was level 9 in househusband, was also max-level in childcare.




My name is Lilith Brown.


I’m seven years old this year. 


Growing up, I slowly remembered my past life as a little child with a special secret.


“Say, Aah.”




I’m brushing my teeth. 


“This time iiii.”




Even though I could do it on my own, I laughed when I saw my father, who helped me brush my teeth.


“Why are you laughing?”


“Iwts nothwing.” (It’s nothing.) 


I have the memory of 32 years of my life, which includes 25 years from my past life and 7 years from my current life.


But my dad, James (27), who doesn’t know anything, treats me like a child and even brushes my teeth.


I’m actually a kid who hid a secret—.


“Now, bubbling it. And spit it.”


“Spit it.”


My dad, who wiped my mouth with a towel as I spit out, hugged me again.


“Excuse me, uncle. I have legs too, you know?”


“I know. But a princess is not supposed to move. All you have to do is lift your finger and the servants will do it for you.”


“Phew, Dad. What will you do if I become spoiled because of how I’ve been raised?”


My Dad, who was heading to the kitchen, paused and laughed.


“Our Lilith, you sound like an adult.”


Because I’m an adult. 


Memories of my previous life started to come to me one by one from around the age of 3, when I could think to some extent.


And now that I am seven years old, I have completely remembered my previous life.


In addition, this world is in a fantasy novel I read in my previous life.


“Now, brave Princess Lilith! Let’s get rid of the evil Count Broccoli today!”




Fried egg and sausage—.


In the meantime, I sighed as I rummaged through two pieces of boiled broccoli with a fork.


The past life slowly came to mind, but before that, I was no different from a normal baby.


Even now, if I don’t recall it on purpose, my past life will only feel blurred.


Instinctively, I get into my present life—.


‘Should I hide the broccoli under the egg?’


Therefore, even if I could think like an adult, the taste of children who still hated broccoli remained unchanged.


“Oh, what do you want me to do with your hair today? Rabbit? Or princess?


My dad, who had dragged a chair behind me, asked, brushing my hair.


Rabbits are pigtails, and the princess is a half ponytail.


“Dad, am I kid? Just a normal ponytail.”


My dad, who stopped, just laughed.


“My princess is still a baby. You can’t even reach Daddy’s waist.”


“It’s only in the body, you know?”


I grew slower than my peers. I was smaller than 5-year-old Jimmy, the youngest son of a house with a persimmon tree. 


However, I know how to think of adults perfectly now.


‘Hmm, still… it’s good to be a smart kid, but not to the point adults feel weird, right?’


I made up my mind to keep my secrets well while twisting my tongue and doing a rabbit hairstyle, and then said.


“I’ll just do rabbit hair.”


“Rabbit? Okay.”


Dad tied my hair with his skillful hand.


“Oh, it’s pretty. Whose daughter is this pretty? Hmm?”


“Whoa, don’t kiss mee!”


My dad gave me a big hug and kissed me on the cheek, which made my cheeks feel like steamed buns.


“Yes, princess. Daddy has to go to the market today, so go play next door. I’ll tell Aunt Susan.”


“Why? Can’t I go with you?”


I asked, stamping my short legs that were not yet touching the floor.


“Not for a while. There’s a lot of scary military uncles around these days.”




The scary military uncles that my dad refers to are elite soldiers belonging to the imperial family.


The imperial army sometimes came down to this very far distance territory, which was far from the capital, to discover ‘those with strong ability.’


“But it has nothing to do with me. I don’t have as much ability as ant poop.”


“But you can’t. It’s dangerous.”


To worry for nothing. 


‘Dad, maybe you don’t know, but we are extras whose names are not mentioned in this world where only great protagonists work hard, the ‘Imperial Citizen’ in ‘Many Imperial Citizen’ and the ‘Incompetent’ in ‘A lot of Incompetents’!’ 


I swallowed what I wanted to say.


This world is in the fantasy novel <Rebellion of Dos>.


The biggest characteristic of this novel is that it is a worldview in which humans are divided into people with ‘strong ability’ and ‘without strong ability’. (T/n: It’s like people with the perfect or strong ability(competent) and people with no power/incompetent. I’m not sure how to put it, but it’s probably like transcendent;; If I will change it in the next chapter I will make sure to put the note.) 


Simply put, if you can use magic, you’re talented. If you can’t, you’re incompetent.


The incompetent is the average human being, not even a supporting character in this novel.


That’s my dad and me.


“But… It’s rather good! Hehe, it’s such a great blessing to be born normally?!”


“Ung? What do you mean?”


I tilted my head, looking at my father’s face.


He is tall, fit, has a handsome face, and a fool for his daughter, but he is an extra.


‘James’ with normal brown hair, brown eyes, and the common surname ‘Brown’, and even his name, is something you will come across a dozen times on the street.


“It’s a scary world. But, I love living a normal life with my dad. I’m happy!”


A worldview in which only competent people are treated with the title of nobility.


A hierarchical pyramid system that is thoroughly classified according to their strong ability.


In particular, the war that takes place and the people with strong ability employed there.


And the story in which the main characters die relentlessly—.


If this is in <Rebellion of Dos>, where every page of the novel didn’t have a good moment, the extras without a single name are a life that sucks honey.


I was a person who thanked God as soon as I realized the significance of my existence as ‘Imperial Citizen 1’ and ‘Extra 1’.


“…Yeah, that’s right. Daddy will be happy as long as I have my princess.”


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Comments (6)

  1. Any chance to add font resize? Its too little to read on mobile phones

  2. Wow .. I hope the mother will meet her daughter again .. she seems like a great person

  3. Wow that’s a first where childcare story with DILF didn’t kill the mother.. Lmao MC you’re the only one that didn’t know you’re not an extra