35: The Villainess has an Engaging Parent-Child Quarrel
However, it seemed that there wasn’t going to be a Happy Ending for the family bonding moment.
“—Always acting as you please!”
I mean, how could anyone be happy with a man who always carried a whip.
Papa forced his legs to stand up, and as I fell from his lap, the whip was about to come down on me.
…Of course, before that could happen, I channeled my magical power to my fingertips and twirled the whip.
“What—”
—The whip was deflected by a small magical barrier, directly hitting the luxurious dining table instead.
“Aah—!?”
I was the one who cried out when I saw the many appetizers get smashed.
They’re gone… What a waste…
While I could restore them with magic, I didn’t want to eat food that had been touched by that whip. God knows what he’d been using it for.
“I’m sorry, Chef…”
I was depressed because I had to apologize for this later, but apparently that wasn’t the reason why Mama and Papa tensed up.
“You… Did you just use magic…?”
“Why are you so shocked? I am attending a magical academy, so I should be able to do just that, right?”
“B-but you don’t have any magical power—”
“Ahaha… Don’t you know, Papa? In this whole world, no one is born without magical power. Isn’t it common knowledge that those who exhaust their magic die? Regardless of whether or not it can be used to cast spells, humans, no matter how big or small, always possess magical power.”
It really was common knowledge, like a parents telling their child, ‘Humans will die if they don’t drink water.’ One didn’t even need to go to school or any other fancy place to know that.
“Your magical power was extremely scarce—!”
…Yet why, why did people in today’s world ridicule Cecily for “having no magical power”?
Don’t you realize that badmouthing Cecily will only make her retreat further into her own shell?
How utterly foolish.
It might have been harsh hearing that from a student who was just messing around, but from an adult who had the responsibility to raise her?
S o s t u p i d—!
Two people can play this game.
“If my Papa, who I’ve always hold dear, says, ‘I hate you,’ I’ll become even more self-conscious and unconfident, right? Hey, whose fault is it that I couldn’t use magic until now? Oh, right, my sister only learned this recently, but did you know that magical prowess is largely inherited from one’s father?”
…In other words, if Cecily had less magical power than average—
—Then it’s none other than your fault!
If I said that with a smile, surely, they’d grasped such a level of sarcasm.
Papa charged at me, his face turning bright red.
“A-a fool who can’t tell the difference between sorcery and spell craft has no right to say that!”
Sorry, everyone, but the Incorrigible Villainess from 800 years ago is having so much fun right now~
…I couldn’t even get one word out before Papa cracked the whip again. Of course, I flicked it away using my magic once again. Oh, this time it flew towards Mama.
Despite the huge blow-up between the father and child, Mama was quiet.
As a side note, my sister had retreated to the corner of the room, all huddled up.
Ooh, her teeth are clattering…
I wondered which scared her the most right now—her father, or me?
In the first place, parents were the reason for parent-child quarrels. Still, as an orphan, this was my first parent-child quarrel ever.
That night, as I went to bed, I thanked Cecily inwardly while she clutched her head as hard as she could.
[You went overboard… I had a feeling this would happen.]
Really?
The next morning, Papa was still mad.
“You want to break off the engagement with the heir of the XX family?”
…I wonder why, but I can’t seem to catch his family name.
[It’s my fiancé’s house.]
The supplementary information from Cecily helped me understand the situation.
Ooh, that blockhead!
Hence why I smiled today too.
“That’s right. I hate that boy.”
“—Oh, I see, then I’ll just marry you off to the margrave!”
Who is this margrave supposed to be?
Cecily taught me once again.
[He’s 57 years old and has a lot of money, but there are rumors that he likes to assault women…]
“Oh, then that’s problematic, too…”
Back then, Papa weighed it against the absolute worst option, forcing Cecily to compromise and marry that brat just for money.
…Money.
I absentmindedly looked at the interior of the dining room. Quite impressive. Of all the mansions I came across yesterday and today, save for Cecily’s warehouse (I refused to call that a room), it was a lavish and majestic mansion.
Papa was crushing a letter in his hand, saying that he’d put it off until later.
Is that a letter from the XX family?
I could guess its content were basically, ‘Let’s end the engagement!’ Instead of, ‘I heard from my son that your daughter wants to annul the engagement, is that true?’
That scion…
After humiliating himself to such a point, why couldn’t he just give up?
While I was pondering such things, Papa complained about a bunch of stuff.
Aah, the freshly baked bread must be getting cold.
They had apparently prepared a meal for me today, so I wanted to eat it in its most delicious state.
When I was thinking about how to appease my exasperated Papa so I could begin my meal, Cecily made an unusual suggestion.
[Uhm, what if I try speaking to him…?]
***T/N: AWW YEAHHH NORA SHOW EM, SHOW EM GOOD.
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