I Became A Squirrel Seeking For The Villain Chapter 114

When Yurika and Yohan entered Trevor’s room, he had just woken up from a deep sleep.

 

Paul simply said curtly, “You’re here,” and pulled a blanket over Trevor’s knees.

 

Now it seemed as if he had completely lost interest in Yohan.

 

Well, considering Yohan made such a show of everything, Paul—who didn’t particularly like people to begin with—had no reason to maintain politeness.

 

“Excuse me, Viscount.”

 

This wasn’t the first time Yurika had tried to talk to Trevor.

 

But as always, Trevor couldn’t have a proper conversation with anyone for long.

 

Still, Yurika politely bowed to him before speaking again.

 

“Do you remember this?”

 

What Yurika quietly handed to Trevor was the necklace Paul had given her.

 

Paul wondered why she was returning something he had already given her, but he stayed silent beside Yohan.

 

“Of course I remember that,” Trevor said lazily as he rubbed his eyes.

 

“That’s from the Medest family. But why do you have it?”

 

“Good question,” Yurika replied, barely holding back a grin.

 

“It seems your son acknowledged me as a true Medes.”

 

Embarrassed by those words, Paul coughed in vain.

 

Yurika looked at Trevor quietly and continued speaking.

 

“That’s why I figured out how to use this.”

 

“Huh? Really?”

 

Trevor blinked, as if puzzled.

 

“Only the current head of Medest would know that. Are you the head now?”

 

He added, tilting his head.

 

“Medes has a lot of power…. In other families, anyone can stamp a seal, but in the Medes Dukes’ house, only the head of the family can. And there are countless secrets only passed down through the family line…”

 

No, I’m not the head,” Yurika said quickly. “But anyway—yes. Which brings me to this.”

 

Outside the window came the sound of carriage wheels stopping—Mariel had arrived with Roymond, likely following behind Yurika and Yohan.

 

Yurika glanced at the window and then asked.

 

“Would you like to try using it yourself?”

 

Paul frowned at those words. He couldn’t understand why Yurika would say something like that.

 

“You tried to return this to our family, didn’t you? Even though the rightful ownership already passed to you—you were still worried we’d be endangered.”

 

“Yeah, strictly speaking, it’s mine.”

 

“Then please… save our family yourself. To honor the feelings behind your actions. You protected this heirloom and tried to return it—so I believe you’re more worthy of using it than I am.”

 

Paul groaned softly.

 

He hadn’t given her the necklace, expecting praise.

 

Yet somehow, this led to Trevor being treated as a heroic retainer who saved his lord.

 

She could’ve just quietly handled the matter without involving anyone… but here they were.

 

“I am not the head of the Medes family,” Trevor said, frowning.

 

“I don’t know how to do it.”

 

“I figured it out. Just place this jewel directly on the seal of my father, who has been transformed into a beast.”

 

She handed Trevor the necklace and subtly signaled to Paul, meaning, “If he forgets what to do, help him.”

 

“Thank you so much for protecting this heirloom.”

 

In fact, when Yurika went to the Viscount Olteva’s residence, the situation there didn’t seem to be very good.

 

Even if the necklace wasn’t particularly beautiful, a gemstone was still a gemstone—he could have sold it for better living conditions.

 

But just the fact that he had kept it for Medes made Yurika extremely grateful.

 

“Thanks to you, we might be able to prevent a lot of trouble.”

 

Yurika explained to Trevor, who had a look on his face that made it unclear whether he understood or not, with respect.

 

“There’s a woman named Rivena Artea. She’s planning to use Medes’s blood for a terrible experiment.”

 

“Experiment?”

 

“Yes. It’s an experiment to turn back time and change the present however she wants.”

 

Paul was also surprised by those words.

 

He had known about the experiments, but not that they involved time.

 

But Trevor simply scoffed and spoke as if it were trivial.

 

“Tch. There’s no way something like that could work.”

 

“Yes….?”

 

Even Yurika was surprised by the voice that was so confident.

 

Trevor suddenly spoke in a serious tone.

 

“The family of Artea has an extremely long history. Even with full Medes support, they never succeeded in experiments involving time. And now she expects to succeed? Impossible. Time can’t be controlled at will.”

 

He even used honorifics.

 

It was a different tone from before, when he spoke informally to her as if he were talking to his granddaughter.

 

“I vaguely recall hearing about similar attempts before… I’m sure they concluded it was impossible. No matter how much of a genius an Artea may be—that one is simply impossible.”

 

“Really…?”

 

“Yes, so the new head of Medes doesn’t have to worry about that.”

 

He now casually addressed Yurika as “the new head.”

 

His eyes then became unfocused again, and he sighed.

 

“I hope the mushroom soup stays delicious… Oh—perhaps sell stew as well? This restaurant will surely be a success.”

 

So their conversation came to an end.

 

Yurika knew it would be difficult to continue having a serious conversation with Trevor anyway.

 

“Then wait here. I’ll tell my sister and bring Father.”

 

Yurika stood up with a smile.

 

Soon, only Trevor—already drifting back to sleep again—Paul, and Yohan remained.

 

Yohan watched Paul carefully cover Trevor with the blanket again and then asked quietly.

 

“I have a question.”

 

“Yes?”

 

Paul glanced at Yohan and answered awkwardly.

 

“Well, ask me, my savior.”

 

It was a subtle sarcastic remark, perhaps a bit sarcastic, to Yohan, who often seemed to be secretly sullen, but he paid no attention. He asked, expressionless.

 

“Do you take care of him because you like him?”

 

“Well, that’s true. Of course, taking care of a senile old man isn’t always pleasant.”

 

Paul answered awkwardly, as if the question had caught him off guard.

 

“But… when I was young, he treated me well. And in the end, he’s family, so he’s precious.”

 

“Family…”

 

The idea of something being precious simply because it was family felt vague and distant to Yohan — like clouds floating far away.

 

He murmured in thought:

 

“Yurika has no memories of her father. So why does she cherish him so much?”

 

He stared at Paul with genuine curiosity.

 

“Even those families couldn’t protect little Yurika.”

 

“Hmm.”

 

Paul looked troubled, sinking into thought.

 

With his age past seventy, he wanted to offer something wise — something fitting for an elder.

 

But explaining human emotion to a wizard turned out to be more difficult than expected.

 

Paul was still struggling when—

 

“If you’re curious, just try it.”

 

Trevor, who’d been dozing off, suddenly opened his eyes and spoke.

 

“Someday have a child and build yourself a proper family. Then you’ll understand, won’t you? Stop trying to twist my son’s brain — go experience it yourself.”

 

At those words, both Yohan and Paul could only blink with blank expressions.

 

* * *

 

“Really? So that’s how it is.”

 

After hearing the whole story from me, Mariel nodded with a determined expression.

 

“Then let’s do it.”

 

That’s how we met the tiger in the backyard.

 

At that moment, Siena was on her way to see Runart, saying that it was time for her to see him.

 

Mariel easily carved Medes’s seal onto the tiger’s chest.

 

“The Medest family tends to be secretive.”

 

As I watched the seal being engraved, Mariel spoke quietly.

 

“The authority given to the head of the family is a lot more than in other families. For example — only the current head can imprint this seal.”

 

“Ah… right.”

 

‘If every Medes descendant could use the seal, my lineage would have been proven instantly — the thought stung a little.’

 

Mariel continued slowly.

 

“I inherited the position far too young. Practically as a baby.”

 

Her eyes settled calmly.

 

“So Father never got the chance to teach me everything. There were things passed down only to heads of the family — and all of it nearly disappeared with me.”

 

I looked at Mariel quietly.

 

The weight of the family that had been on her shoulders since childhood could not have been light.

 

“But Yurika — thanks to you, Medes can preserve a little more knowledge. Truly, thank you. I hope everything turns out well.”

 

She smiled bashfully.

 

“To be honest… the position of head always felt overwhelming.”

 

Oscar Medes’s return meant one thing — Father would once again become the head of Medes.

 

She was still young enough to take the role back fully.

 

“Well then, Father. Shall we go?”

 

So Mariel and I took the tiger and headed to Trevor’s room.

 

Now, the final step in returning my father… would be done with Trevor’s hand.

 

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