Chapter 101
The day at Halbern Manor has become more tumultuous than before.
“Do I have to eat this?”
“His Highness the Crown Prince was ordered to see you finish it.”
Surprisingly, her least favorite part of the day was no longer working out, but rather taking the mysterious potion or elixir that Pession had sent her.
“What else is in it…”
“Dew from Mount Medion, special medicinal herbs only found on the plains of Ithatel, herbs that are said to help with rejuvenation and vitality, and…”
At first, it was clearly a plain brown color, then it turned green, then black. Today was purple.
Isn’t this poison?
“What if I eat this and die?”
“It’s been thoroughly vetted by the temple and the leaning tower, so that shouldn’t happen.”
“No, it looks like I’m going to die from eating it.”
At this point, it’s a gross food in the name of elixir.
She doesn’t want to eat it.
Eating this stuff wasn’t necessarily healthy. She sneaks a glance at Mehen and her father, but Mehen is silent and her father is smiling broadly.
“I’m sure it’s not easy to get herbs from the Ithatel Plains, but this is amazing.”
“If not, His Highness the Crown Prince will soon be setting out on an expedition to train as a warrior to procure the ingredients for the elixir.”
“That’s very thoughtful.”
Her father smiled.
“Is my daughter happy?”
He asked.
“Dad, do you want some?”
“No thanks.”
She had serious doubts that it would work, but everyone seemed to feel the effects of the elixir except her.
The nurturing group, in particular, was fanatical.
“You couldn’t even run around, and now you’re able to run around a little bit!”
“It’s all supplements!”
Well, isn’t that because she’s been working out and gaining muscle?
“They’re all elixirs that are hard to come by, so you have to digest them all!”
With a burdened look in her eyes, she accepted the fate she wanted to avoid.
Holding her breath, she gulped down the unearthly flavored elixir.
“You’re so sweet. Do you want me to get your dad one too?”
“Phew-.”
Her father, who had been watching her with his jaw set, chuckled.
She shook her head vigorously.
When she glared at him, he stopped laughing and looked sullen. That’s how it works.
“Why doesn’t Dad work?”
“Because Mehen is competent.”
“Are you going to slap him?”
“Do you even know that word?”
“I feel sorry for Mehen.”
“What about me?”
“I don’t feel sorry for you.”
“That.”
Dad gave me a pitying look and held out his hand.
“Shall we go play now?”
***
Her father was a strange man.
He had a bad temper.
She’s done being friends with him.
“Daughter, why are you avoiding me?”
Smiling, her father patted her cheek. Her puffy cheek pressed down.
“You wanted to play.”
She asked to play, but she didn’t ask to play like this.
Her temper flared from the moment she spoke.
“I’m a dog?!”
He stays put, but she’s the only one playing catch with her fathers thrown objects!
“Are you kidding me?!”
“It’s healthier to keep moving.”
“What about Dad?”
“I’m already healthy.”
“…”
We’ll see.
It’s going to be bad. It’s going to be bad!
“If you don’t like this, do you want me to play with you differently?”
“No, I don’t want to play with you anymore!”
“Haha.”
Her father pulled her into a hug, thinking it was cute to be annoyed.
“Oh, let go!”
“No. We have to stay together to get closer.”
“I don’t want to be friends with dad anymore.”
“Dad wants to be close to you.”
The only thing that grows with this human is anger, not father-daughter closeness.
‘This gave her a better understanding of the question, “Why is Mehen so calm when it comes to her father?’
He has a knack for pissing people off.
“That’s right. It was the worst choice of my life.”
“But at least you met me.”
“On second thought, I think it was the best choice.”
“Mom, I love you.”
“Me too.”
“What about Dad?”
He asked.
“I’m sorry, Dad.”
Is it any of her business whether he’s sad or not?
But seeing her father’s face up close, she was a little shaken.
After all, this face…
It’s a national treasure, a heritage of mankind that should be passed down from generation to generation.
“Dad only has a face to look at, so I cherish it the most. Okay?”
It’s because of that face!
Her father shook his head at her out-of-the-blue sincerity, and you smiled.
“You sound a lot like Ed.”
“Who’s that?”
“Emperor of this country.”
“…”
His Majesty the Emperor was of the same opinion as her.
Just as she was feeling a one-sided intimacy with this country’s Jizon, father reached out his hand again.
“Let’s go play something else.”
“Huh!”
He thought she’d fall for it!
“I’m serious.”
“Hmm, hmm.”
“Daughter.”
She couldn’t stand the sight of her father’s face, wet from the rain, his eyes glazed over.
“…”
When she regained her senses, she had already grabbed her father’s hand.
“Ouch, you shouldn’t have done that!”
‘Mehen, save me!’
He looked back at Mehen with a pleading gaze, and Mehen clutched his head.
“My lord.”
“No, I’m not giving it back. It’s mine.”
“…”
Mehen’s pointed stare followed, “What am I going to do with this guy?” but her father, who hugged her, just smiled.
“I have a gift for you.”
“A gift?”
Did he bring a doll or something?
Look where she’s going!
“… Wow.”
She went over.
But, but, but!
“Instruments?”
How could she resist when she saw a room full of all kinds of musical instruments, starting with a piano!
“It’s all yours. Keep it.”
Her father coolly handed it over to her.
“What’s all this?”
There was a big grand piano, an organ, a timpani, and drums. Horn, double bass, cello, viola, and violin.
“What? Why is there a pipa?”
Oh, look, there’s a trombone and a trumpet. Harps were a bonus.
They could have an orchestra.
Suddenly, she questioned the instruments that existed.
“Why are you giving me this?”
“Because I think you might need it?”
“To me?”
“You played it.”
Smirking, her father sang a love greeting melody while humming.
“Ah.”
“That sounds good.”
She thought her nightmare had ended with her father.
“Where did you learn that?”
“…”
She looked in the air.
She had to prove something, and then she got in trouble.
Luckily, Mehen and she broke up before she got to the gift room, so she didn’t put herself in an awkward situation.
“Play it.”
But she only plays the violin and piano.
She’s pretty good at the piano, but she’s better at the violin.
“Hmm.”
She pressed the piano keys and checked the tuning. It’s been a while since she played the piano.
“Eh.”
As they say, she’s a spoiled brat, and her hand eventually found its way to a violin.
It was crude compared to modern violins, but it was a good drawing. The violin’s evolutionary history is not far behind.
The problem was the other equipment. No chin rest, no shoulder rest, and rosin…
“We have rosin.”
Miss a day of practice and she knows, miss three days and the audience knows.
This is a violin she knew, but there was no pressure.
She has been doing this for a living her whole life.
It’s a new violin, new bow, new hands…
She can do it.
“Listen.”
Her own show with one her father in the audience.
Appointment.
A performance that begins with a single melody.
A soft melody that captivated the ear, twinkling like a tiny star in the night sky.
Thanks for the translate💗