I Was Just Having Fun With The Time Limit – Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Viaton was practically the only person who could provoke the Emperor, Ron.

It also meant that the Emperor let him get that close.

『Your Majesty. Haven’t I repeatedly advised you to discard your prejudices? These days, you can plant beans and get red beans, or plant red beans and get beans.』

That was also Viaton’s own story.

Viaton was born into a mage family. So, there were countless twists and turns before he mastered the sword.

He heard countless times from the elders of his family, “How can a child who inherited the blood of a mage learn such vulgar swordsmanship?”

If it weren’t for his open-minded mother, he might not have been able to learn swordsmanship in the end.

Ron couldn’t really deny it, as he had witnessed Viaton’s entire growth process.

『No matter how favorably I try to interpret it, that doesn’t sound like you’re giving advice.』

『You always nitpick at my tone when you’re at a disadvantage. You know that’s really petty, right?』

『If you’re feeling wronged, why don’t you become the Emperor?』

『What if I say I’ll be the Emperor and then get executed for treason?』

『That sounds quite nice.』

A conversation that could have made the citizens of the empire, or other ministers, clutch their necks and faint, took place.

Viaton continued, as if he had remembered something.

『If it’s innate chanting, then that phenomenon can also be explained. It’s only natural that she would fall asleep after chanting without any mana in her body. It’s a phenomenon that Your Majesty, who has dedicated his entire life to the sword, wouldn’t understand.』

Ron stared at Isabel for a while.

Mmm, mmm.

It was an unprecedented situation that had never occurred in the past 500 years.

After a little while……

Flash!

Isabel opened her eyes.

‘Good, my stamina has recovered.’

Isabel was happy to open her eyes.

『Is the Princess looking happy? Am I seeing this correctly?』

『It seems that way to me as well.』

『Is there a reason to be happy?』

『I’ve heard that children who can perform innate chanting resonate with their own mana and become happy.』

『Are you not lying because you don’t know?』

『My mother taught me.』

『What a strange truth.』

Isabel was actually feeling good.

‘Even though I only slept for a little while, my body feels light.’

This feeling was happiness.

It was quite different from when she was in the hospital.

Back then, no matter how much she slept, she was tired and didn’t have the strength to move a single finger.

It’s not a lie, she really was in pain even trying to move a single finger.

She was much happier not having to deal with that.

‘Huh?’

Isabel felt her father Ron’s gaze.

She lifted her head to look at Ron.

She swayed a little because she raised her head too high.

‘My head is so heavy!’

But Isabel didn’t give up.

She let out a shout.

“Abyo.”

With an unyielding will, she steadied her body.

I’m going up. Just wait right there.

Heave-ho.

Isabel stretched out her right arm.

Her right arm reached the step one level up.

‘Now, the left arm!’

She stretched out her left arm. Both arms reached the step, one level up.

‘Then, it’s the right foot this time.’

She tried moving her right leg.

‘This is fun!’

Moreover, this baby’s body found even the act of ‘climbing to a higher place’ to be enjoyable.

She was a little out of breath, but even this was so much fun.

‘Even though I’m out of breath, my heart doesn’t hurt.’

She felt like crying.

Her heart didn’t hurt, and neither did her lungs.

She didn’t have to be careful with her breathing.

In the past, if she took a deep breath, her chest would tingle and hurt……

Hoo! Ha! Hoo! Ha!

Even breathing this passionately didn’t hurt.

“Ooh-ah!”

I’m climbing!

Isabel climbed diligently.

For 1-year-old Isabel, the stairs were a high mountain.

‘I finally did it!’

She climbed up to the top seat where Ron was.

Isabel looked back.

Many people were looking at her from far below.

Their faces were filled with astonishment.

“Daddy-food!”

She called out “Daddy-food” with relatively accurate pronunciation.

She had practiced for days and nights for this day.

She hugged Ron’s calf tightly.

Sniff, sniff.

‘He smells nice?’

Ron had a nice smell.

‘And he’s warm.’

He was warm. It was a body temperature she had never felt before.

She could feel it when she hugged him.

‘I have a real dad too.’

Hehe.

She raised her head high to look at Ron.

‘Wait, can I do this too?’

The baby’s curiosity took over her body.

Like a koala, she started to climb Ron’s leg while hanging on.

Even with a Bilotian body, 1 year old was still 1 year old.

She couldn’t climb much.

Thump!

She fell on her butt.

It didn’t hurt much because her diaper was fluffy.

“Giggle!”

Ron silently watched that clear laughter.

Ron’s eyes were shaking violently as he looked at his daughter, who had just climbed his leg and fallen, a first in history.

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‘The climb was a failure.’

But it was okay. It’s something a baby might do.

She pointed at Aide Viaton with one hand.

As a baby, it was hard to resist the urge to show off.

“Aide-Mister.”

I may be a baby, but I know exactly who you are and what your position is…… Well, that was the meaning.

Aide Viaton looked at me and smiled, placing his hand on his chest and bowing.

He was greeting me.

She waved at her four older brothers as well.

“Brother-food.”

Because the pronunciation was similar to Daddy-food, “food” was added at the end against my will.

It was a side effect of practicing “Father” for days.

Hehe- she laughed.

She didn’t laugh because she wanted to, but because laughter just came out.

It was hard not to laugh because they were too dazzling.

Her second older brother muttered as he looked at her.

“Having a younger sister is cute.”

Her second older brother, Sermon, was weak to cuteness.

He didn’t know that he himself was even cuter.

I smiled even wider at my second older brother, who looked like cuteness itself had become a person.

“You-too!”

Fourth older brother.

That little kid, who was 4 years younger than me, so he was 5 years old now, flared his nostrils.

He seemed very upset.

“Brother, am I not cuter?”

“You can’t be jealous of cuteness.”

“But I’m cuter.”

The second older brother was firm.

“No. Isabel is cuter. For sure.”

“……I’m frustrated.”

The fourth older brother looked at me as if I were his greatest rival.

I enjoyed all of this.

It really felt like I had a family.

However, there was no change in the expression of my father, Ron.

‘I’ve created a variable, and I need to finish what I have to do.’

For a year, I prepared for this day.

‘Humph, assassin, try showing up.’

He absolutely won’t be able to show up.

Because I’m going to choose my father, the best swordsman in the empire, not ‘Tidal Wave’.

No matter what, choosing Dad is the national rule of romance fantasy.

……That’s what I decided.

Ugh, ugh.

I jumped and clung to my father’s leg again.

Heave-ho, heave-ho.

I climbed like a koala. I think I climbed about 15 cm.

My hand touched the sword at my father’s waist.

“Chooth!”

I practiced this pronunciation diligently too.

I made it clear that I chose ‘my father’s sword’ of my own free will.

The quick-witted Aide Viaton stepped forward.

“Your Majesty, it seems the Princess has chosen a sword. Is that right, Princess?”

“Ooh, Yeth!”

I nodded my head vigorously.

“She can already communicate with adults. Amazing.”

“Ooh, ooh.”

Viaton was a man with few prejudices.

He didn’t mind much that I, a mere 1-year-old, could have a conversation.

“Why did you choose His Majesty?”

“Daddy-food, stwongest. Hehe.”

I was once again captivated by Ron’s dazzling appearance and ended up laughing.

Aide Viaton understood my words perfectly.

“She says she chose His Majesty because he is the best swordsman in the empire.”

“……Viaton. Do you truly believe you are having a conversation with a child and reporting it to me?”

He spoke out loud.

Viaton was much more polite than when he was secretly conversing with mana.

“That is correct.”

“If anyone else had said that, I would have punished them severely.”

“Even a 1-year-old can communicate, Your Majesty. Especially children who can perform innate chanting. If you’ll permit me, I’ll show you the proof.”

Viaton knelt before me.

Even though our eye levels still didn’t match, he smiled brightly at me.

I almost felt dizzy.

‘He’s…… shining.’

It was a different kind of beauty from my father’s.

It was refreshing and warm, so to speak.

His playful, light green eyes were as pure and clear as a child’s.

I couldn’t help but giggle at his kind expression and eyes.

My father spoke.

“Then show me the proof.”

Aide Viaton asked with wide eyes.

“Princess, you can clearly understand what I’m saying, right?”

I reflexively nodded at his expression, which was bright to the point of being radiant.

It was a very small voice, only audible to me and my father.

It was almost ventriloquism.

“It seems His Majesty doesn’t believe that the Princess understands. He’s had a lot of prejudices since he was young. Because he was so talented, he tends to think that if he couldn’t do something, no one else can either.”

“Kyahaha!”

“Just because His Majesty couldn’t communicate at 1 year old, it doesn’t mean the Princess can’t.”

“Kyahaha!”

I clapped my hands without realizing it. It was an expression of strong agreement.

‘I know, I know.’

Ron was too talented from birth.

He was a genius from the moment he was born, and he accomplished everything he set his mind to.

Everything he did was right, and he was always ahead of others.

Thanks to that, he was quite stubborn and self-righteous about what he believed in.

But then, Dad started to speak quietly.