Of course, amazing moments often happen unintentionally, and it's not surprising that they can trigger a butterfly effect or something!
"That's really true! That would be great..."
"Oh my! My little Leon has only been gone for a year and he's already brought back a daughter-in-law! He's really grown up!"
I naively thought that when my mother first saw me, she would hug me tightly, her face showing reluctance and longing, her eyes full of affection, and then stroke my hair and say gently, "Welcome home, Leon!"
But... what's going on here?
I looked at my mother holding the girl in her arms, and wondered, who is your real daughter? Besides, you're not the kind of weirdo who treats every little girl as his daughter-in-law!
Even my father teased me, saying, "Well done, Leon! You've managed to snag such a lovely wife!"
"I just don't want you to say that to me."
"but?……"
"That's good too!" Watching the three of them circling around Anna, I shook my head helplessly, really hoping she could forget that bad memory as soon as possible.
Anna Cabinet is the name that Sylvie chose for her daughter. Personally, I don't think it sounds as good as Maria Ozawa or Laura Takizawa, but it seems that Anna and Sylvie strongly objected to it.
"As expected, women will never understand men's hearts."
...
As usual, the early birds woke me up, even though the sun hadn't even risen yet...
I grumbled to myself, but I managed to suppress the urge to lie down and go back to sleep. After a quick wash, I decided to go for a morning run.
Not only that, I plan to formally ask my father to teach me swordsmanship. Relying solely on magic will only lead to my death if an enemy gets close.
This theory was born from that kidnapping incident. I fully realized that without magic, we are no different from lambs to the slaughter.
"Even Sylvia isn't up yet at this hour!"
At this time, Sylvie would usually be preparing breakfast, probably because she hadn't had time to rest while traveling.
...
When I got back from my morning run, I found that Sylvie was still not up. My mother was busy in the kitchen. Although she said she wanted me to try her cooking after a long time, it was just an excuse for Sylvie.
My mother has known Sylvie for over a decade, and she no longer treats Sylvie as a maid; rather, she has a sisterly bond with her.
After breakfast, I pulled my father aside and asked him to teach me some basic swordsmanship. To my surprise, even he, a former adventurer, showed an expression of disbelief.
"Ah...didn't you always hate swordsmanship?" Seglade looked at me in surprise, and after holding back for so long, that was all he could say. What a half-baked father.
"I really don't want to learn swordsmanship from you..."
Out of necessity, the only person around me who knew swordsmanship was probably my father. Although he was a lecherous scoundrel, he was more than capable of teaching me swordsmanship.
Besides, I'd love to see my father's swordsmanship; it's no less than that of Fisshill, as Sylvie once said.
"Was Sylvie really right?"
Honestly, I find it hard to reconcile this lecherous idiot with Fisshill. How can someone who casually ignores his face for months on end be the kind of genius whose swordsmanship can improve rapidly just by sleeping?
...
Are all swordsmanship techniques in the world made from the same mold?
The first step in learning swordsmanship is always to swing the sword, swinging it every day until your hand can no longer hold it. This made me mutter to myself.
However, since it was my own choice, I can only suffer the consequences of my own actions no matter how much I complain. So I continued to wield my sword seriously, putting all my strength into each strike.
"Leon! There are still 200 repetitions left today!"
"Huh? There are still 200 more..." Hearing my father's words, I almost dropped the sword in my hand. Let alone 200, I really felt like my hand was about to dislocate.
"We promised to practice swordsmanship together... How infuriating!"
Watching my father sit there with his teacup in hand, looking so smug, I felt a surge of anger. I really wanted to make him taste the bitterness of being hit by a water cannon again.
"Um……"
Doing so would probably only remind his father that he was the one who was responsible for that accident.
"Heh...heh..." With nowhere to vent my anger, I could only desperately swing my sword, as if I were hitting not the air but that lecherous half-baked man.
...
"ah……"
When it was over, I really couldn't feel my hands anymore. My entire arm was numb, as if a million ants were crawling on it. A little regret flashed through my mind, but I quickly banished it from my thoughts. Now is not the time to think about such things.
When they met Anna, it was probably evening. She had locked herself in her room for several days. When her mother and Sylvie tried to talk to her, she only gave a few words in response, which gave her mother a real headache.
I explained Anna's experience clearly the next day.
"Ah... I didn't realize that! I thought that child was Leon's wife! My hopes of holding little Leon right away are dashed!"
"Hey! Are you kidding me... I'm only 7 years old!"
Seriously, are all parents in this world this big-headed?
I'm only 7 years old, and I'm already thinking about such a big topic as having children...
"Leon! You need to train him properly! We can't let such a cute girl be snatched away by someone else!" My father really didn't hold back any nice words as soon as he opened his mouth. I was really curious how my mother could have taken a liking to such a lecherous half-baked man.
"I already said she's not..."
"That's why I'm letting you train her properly! Hey... Leon! You're her savior now... It won't seem strange if you repay her with your body! First of all, as her father, I agree!"
"To...to repay with one's body...my ass..."
I really can't stand this lecherous idiot. Is it really okay for him to teach me all this nonsense at such a young age? Has he even thought about the consequences? Is he trying to raise his son into a perverted, twisted father?
"Hey! Didn't Leon tell you? He already made his move back in the middle of the lake!"
I don't know when Sylvie came over. I thought she was still sleeping in, so I forgot about her. As expected of Sylvie, her words are always top-notch.
Huh...!
ha……!
My mother and I, caught off guard, both expressed confusion and surprise upon hearing this...
Only a lecherous idiot wouldn't be surprised in a situation like this; instead, he'd grab my shoulders excitedly, almost shouting out loud...
"Well done, Leon! You truly are worthy of being my son, Seglade's son!"
"No...nothing like that! Sylvia..." To be honest, I'm really not suited to playing high-level games like Sylvia.
"My lord! Please spare me!"
"Hey! Leon! Boys should be brave enough to take responsibility for their mistakes. I don't have a son who's irresponsible and a coward who just wants to run away."
"Kami-sama! Kami-sama!"
I need help, but who should I ask? My mother? Sylvie? I feel like I'm going crazy!
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