You haven’t done that yet?

After saying something dangerous to her own father, Kefir, radiating the aura of a true protagonist, dragged me back to her private residence without caring about her father’s reaction at all.

However, I knew this matter was far from over.

After a night passed, it was the next morning.

Originally, the house should have only had Kefir, me, and Nilu, but early this morning, there was an extra guest—the eighth-tier powerhouse Uncle Zerora, Kefir’s father, who could crush me as easily as crushing an ant.

He wore a stern expression and claimed he came to “join us for breakfast,” but what his true purpose was, even Miss Nilu, who stood nervously on the side, understood perfectly.

At this moment, at the dining table.

Because of Zerora’s presence, Nilu, the maid, didn’t dare to sit at the table with us anymore. She stood behind Kefir, biting her lip to ease her tension.

Kefir, on the other hand, wasn’t nervous at all. She continued eating quickly yet elegantly, maintaining a graceful posture.

Now this—this was what it meant to be the protagonist.

The strangest one was actually Kefir’s father, Zerora himself.

Although his strong-looking face still held a serious expression and he didn’t even touch his utensils, why did he seem as restless as a child waiting for a spring outing tomorrow?

Finally, when I finished eating freely, wiping my mouth with the napkin Nilu brought me, he spoke!

“Lid, right?”

Zerora crossed his hands and rested his chin on them.

“Last night, I had someone investigate your identity overnight. You are just an ordinary person.

Yesterday, because of that Louis Twenty-Three, I couldn’t say much, but now I’ll tell you clearly: You cannot be with Kefir.”

“Powerless, without status, without achievements—your silver tongue is useless. Your existence will only drag down my daughter.

Simply put, you are trash.”

Zerora’s tense face showed he was holding something back, but at that moment, Kefir finally couldn’t take it anymore.

With a loud clang, she slammed her cutlery down.

“Father! I don’t want to repeat what I said yesterday!”

However, just when Kefir insisted and seemed ready to oppose her own father—

What met Kefir’s angry and anxious face was…

Uncle Zerora’s face tightening to the extreme, followed by a sudden burst of hearty laughter.

“Kefir, did you really think I would say that? Hahahahaha! I was just teasing you~”

As expected of her father.

Uncle, you really don’t fear losing your precious daughter at all.

“Huh?”

If Miss Nilu was still confused, Kefir was truly dumbfounded by her father’s sudden change of face.

Her mouth opened wide, her body frozen, completely clueless about what just happened.

And at this point, the uncle still had the mood to continue, even making finger guns and going pew pew.

“Hahaha~ Kefir, you probably thought he’d first play weak, then do a ‘pretend-to-be-a-pig, eat-the-tiger’ move to slap Louis Twenty-Three in the face, and then piss off your old man, right?

Ahaha~ Sorry, daughter, your old man saw through it all along~ Yesterday, what I said was to deal with Louis Twenty-Three and to test him for you~”

“Hahaha~ You’re still too green to pull a ‘pig eats tiger’ act, daughter.

How about your dad’s ‘tiger eats pig’ move?”

Kefir’s response to Zerora was to fling her cutlery like throwing hidden weapons, then stomp off with a face that screamed, You’ve lost your daughter now!

Meanwhile, Zerora casually caught all those “hidden weapons,” then cheerfully turned to me.

“Kid, did I scare you…”

“No, I figured it out yesterday. I was just playing along.”

Slurp.

I finished the milk tea dessert, ending my snack-and-watch-the-show mode.

From the fact that I never saw anything in the script about “the dad killing me for his daughter,” I already guessed what this uncle was up to.

As expected of the protagonist’s dad—the whole family shares the same quirk.

“Ahem, ahem…”

Zerora, who had hoped to act cool in front of me, started coughing dryly.

I followed up with another jab.

“Also, Uncle, be careful—your daughter might really run away from home.

If you lose your daughter just to act cool, then you’ll truly be number one on the continent.”

“Enough, enough, kid…”

Zerora clutched his chest and grimaced in pain, then rubbed his forehead with an embarrassed and frustrated expression.

Finally, he slowly returned to his original serious demeanor.

But this time, the look in his eyes wasn’t the same blunt danger as before.

Instead, it was… a gaze that made me feel slightly uncomfortable all over.

“Ahem! Actually, from the moment you two returned, I knew Kefir brought back a man.

Though it sounds arrogant, I believe my daughter would never associate with some shady guy.”

Zerora glanced at Kefir, who was lowering her head shyly, then fixed his sharp gaze on me.

“So, I believe you must have something special about you.

Yesterday, everything I said was a test, and your performance truly surprised me—unafraid of power, uninterested in money.

Just that alone is something most young men in the British Empire couldn’t do.”

That’s because if I got greedy, I’d be dead, Uncle.

If I can’t cling to Kefir’s thigh, I’ll lose my life.

“And next, you… you’re clearly not ordinary.

Very few know my actual strength, yet you stated it outright.

If that could still be explained as Kefir telling you, then you even pointed out Louis Twenty-Three’s drug use.

There’s no doubt about it now!”

As he spoke, Zerora pointed at me dramatically, his voice growing excited!

“Kid! You must be some hidden, peerless…”

Peerless!?

“Peerless divine doctor, right!? Hahaha! Excellent!”

Excellent your ass.

I let out a deep sigh.

“I’m Kefir’s private priest.”

And Uncle, I suggest you stop reading those weird novels.

“Ahem, ahem…”

Zerora’s imposing aura deflated instantly, leaving him awkwardly coughing.

But only for a moment.

Next second, his expression slowly changed from embarrassment to shock, like he had suddenly realized something terrifying.

“Wait! Then everything you knew yesterday…”

“I predicted it.”

Zerora’s entire body trembled, and then he shoved his chair back and stood up, completely forgetting manners, his face full of shock.

“Your… your prophecy—how far can it go!?”

Well, since my identity as a priest is exposed, there’s nothing to hide.

Might as well act impressive to make clinging to Kefir easier.

I looked him straight in the eye.

“Your underwear today is red.”

Zerora instantly covered his crotch and went completely silent.

The entire room fell into a dead hush.

Then, the very next moment—

Zerora pulled out a magic stone.

“Honey, come home. Time to prepare Kefir’s wedding.”