My Daddy Hides His Power – Chapter 286 – Side story Part 1 Chapter 26

Author: rolypoly

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December 14, 1789.

Primera Duchy, Wizard Tower.

Enoch went to his daughter’s workplace in a somewhat angry state.

He was holding a lot of gifts in both hands.

‘Do I really have to go this far?’

A desperate father, who goes so far as to bribe his grown daughter’s boss and whispering for a favor.

But there was no other choice.

“Dad, James… I… I really can’t live like this… Life is so hard. I don’t want to work… Can you blow up the tower for me…? Is the business really successful? Why is the emperor still alive…? I’m trapped in the tower again… When is that fairy tale, ‘The Princess Trapped in the Tower,’ going to end…? Will it never end…? Excuse me, someone is trapped in the tower…”

The hero, Enoch Rubinstein, had the mission to confront the emperor, who trapped the princess in the wizard tower and exploited her labor.

‘On a human level, at least a day off every week should be guaranteed!’

Enoch walked with a determined stride toward the lair of the Tower Emperor, the Lord of the Wizard Tower.

Just then, someone emerged from inside.

“Huh…? Duke…?”

“Ah, Karen.”

Dull eyes. A shadow that stretched down to the chin.

Karen, who clearly seemed to be suffering from the harsh conditions of a workplace without benefits, was a colleague of Lilith, whom Enoch was also familiar with.

She was also a mother with a daughter, and they had shared the struggles of raising children a few times.

He heard that recently, she’s tried to retire and submitted her resignation five times, but it was rejected every time.

“Your complexion looks quite bad. You must be going through a lot.”

“It’s just my everyday life… What brings you here, Duke…? Ah.”

Karen smiled weakly as she looked at the gifts in Enoch’s hand.

“So, you’ve come to demand better working conditions for the princess from the Lord of the Wizard Tower?”

“Wow. How did you figure it out so quickly? I guess my daughter really is suffering, huh?”

“Well, that’s usually the case. But… for your daughter, even the Duke of Rubinstein is willing to make these backdoor deals.”

“Ahem.”

“I understand. But I wonder if someone who lacks nothing can really be swayed by bribery…”

As she said that, Karen glared at her boss on the other side of the door with displeasure.

“Ey, it’s nothing like that. This is just a dessert. The Lord of the Wizard Tower likes sweet things, after all. He has a lot on his mind too.”

“Aha. That’ll definitely work better than a regular bribe. In that case…”

Karen, with a corpse-like pale face, grinned as she made way for him and spoke.

“Shall we go in, to hell…?”

***

Paat—!

When I opened my eyes, I was in Cheshire’s arms, lying unconscious.

“Heuk!”

I suddenly raised my upper body and looked around.

The same place as when I left.

The Wizard Tower, my laboratory, and the only change was that the previously messy scene was now tidied up.

I quickly ran over and checked the calendar on the desk.

December 1789 was displayed.

‘The day I left for the past was December 14th. It seems like I’ve returned on the same day.’

I also checked the researcher’s gown hanging over the armrest of the chair.

[Lilith Rubinstein]

The name tag was still there.

‘I’m still a researcher at the Wizard Tower.’

As I hurriedly moved, Cheshire let out a groan.

“Ugh. Haa…”

For some reason, he sat there with a furrowed brow, holding his head in his hands.

“What’s wrong, honey? Don’t tell me you hit your head wrong?”

He looked like he was in pain, so I approached him—but what the heck.

“Ack!”

My head hurt too. It was a headache.

A tingling, unpleasant sensation stabbed my brain…

“W, what is this?”

…An unfamiliar memory rushed in.

Since childhood, things I had never experienced before began to imprint themselves in my mind.

They weren’t my memories, but they were my memories.

“Ah.”

Cheshire and I realized it at the same time and looked at each other.

We had traveled to the past, and now, memories of the world we had altered and reshaped were seeping into us.

This unpleasant headache must have been due to the dissonance I felt as I reconstructed my lifelong memories.

“But what is this! I remember it so slowly!”

The memories, starting from the days when I toddled around, were seeping in one after another, and it felt suffocating.

The moment I was most eager to check was after the revolution had succeeded.

If Oscar’s restriction was still in place, he would have left this place just the same.

“This is so frustrating! Is this update speed for real?”

But my brain was loading like outdated software—way too slow.

“What about you, honey? Did we succeed?”

I asked Cheshire.

Even though my question lacked context, Cheshire understood immediately and shook his head.

“It’s too late…”

“Hiiik!”

I couldn’t just sit around waiting for my brain to finish updating the new memories. Clutching my throbbing head, I dashed toward the door.

I’ll know when I get out there.

Whether Oscar Manuel is there or James Gray is there.

Or not…

‘What if Master isn’t here at all?’

I had imagined that it would be worse than the original situation.

Click.

“Ack!”

“Whoa, you scared me!”

As soon as I opened the door, an unfamiliar man was standing right in front of me.

“Phew, my heart almost dropped. Who are you? What brings you here?”

“Huh?”

For some reason, the man tilted his head.

What? The reaction was strange, so I studied him carefully.

When I looked again, the man was wearing a researcher’s coat and holding a thick folder in his hand.

‘What is this? There’s no guy this handsome in our Wizard Tower, though?’

Light brown hair that looked nice.

White skin and tall stature.

A handsome man with a soft expression who resembled a puppy.

“Huh?”

I was rudely looking at the man’s face, but then I suddenly felt something familiar and grabbed his coat collar.

“H, huh, Lilith. Wait a minute.”

[Erich Lehmann]

My eyes widened as if they were about to pop out when I checked the name tag on his chest.

Erich is a wizard tower researcher?!

“Erich!!!”

I cheered with both arms open, and Erich blinked blankly before smiling awkwardly.

“Erich…?”

“Oh, no!”

My memory update is so slow that I haven’t even remembered meeting Erich yet.

So I don’t know what our relationship is like now.

But he’s 12 years older than me, so I wouldn’t have just called him by his first name, right?

“Umm… Mr. Erich?”

How close are we?

Coworkers?

“…Mr. Erich?”

Erich frowned.

‘No.’

Judging from his reaction, he seems to be calling me a little more friendly than a coworker.

“Uncle?”

Erich looked somewhat shocked and dumbfounded.

“I’m going to be called that when I turn thirty?”

“Ah!”

I had almost unintentionally been rude to Erich, who was a 29-year-old man about to enter a new decade in just a few days.

“No, no. I mean…”

I hurriedly waved my hands and playfully winked.

“As expected, Brother, right?”

“Ahaha!”

Only then did Erich start laughing, shrugging his shoulders as if he found it amusing.

“I guess today is the concept of losing your memory? It’s refreshing.”

Erich, who casually tapped my cheek, handed me the file he was holding and whispered in my ear.

“This is the magic formula manual that the Lord of the Wizard Tower ordered to be completed by today—your part. You looked so exhausted that I did half of it for you. It’s a secret, okay?”

…I don’t know exactly what it is, but I can tell it’s a very gracious favor.

I was about to be touched.

“Cheshire?”

Erich noticed Cheshire following behind and looked surprised.

“What is this? You two… came out from here? Just like that? Do you think you can handle the Lord of the Wizard Tower’s temper?”

Cheshire and I stared blankly at each other.

Who exactly is this Lord of the Wizard Tower who gives me tight deadlines and throws a fit if workplace romance is discovered?

Coincidentally, both the former Lord of the Wizard Tower, Oscar Manuel, and the current one, Hans Weaver, fit that description.

“Come to think of it, both of you look…”

Erich was shocked as he looked at us wrapped tightly in robes.

“You’re not running away together just because you missed the deadline… right?”

“That’s not it…”