Are you still shy?

Before the words had even finished, a cold flash of light appeared!

By the time my eyes finally caught up, I saw that Kefir, who was just blushing and fidgeting over there, had already turned completely red and snatched the magic stone from her father’s hand.

With a face full of shame and anger, tears almost squeezing out of her eyes, she crushed the magic stone into dust.

“Father! What did you just say!? Is your brain broken!?”

“Kefir, you’re the one being unreasonable. Why haven’t you gotten this done yet? Are you planning to let him run away?”

I instantly felt like I had fallen into the eye of a storm, but this father and daughter, both so agitated, didn’t care about what I was thinking at the moment.

“Wh… why do I have to be with him…”

“Oh, my dear daughter, at this point, why are you still acting shy?

Do you know why it’s become fashionable for people with some status across the continent to have private priests?

It’s because priests who can predict bits of the future help them avoid a lot of unnecessary risks!

And this is even more important for us… for you, because we always live with danger by our side.”

The urgency in Zerora’s voice carried an impulse that made it sound like he wanted to tie me up and throw me straight onto Kefir’s bed.

“And the man you like just predicted the color of my… my underwear.

If that wasn’t a random guess, then his prophetic ability is even scarier than the current Holy Saintess herself!

Get this done, make him part of our family, and with his help, your life could go even further!

What are you still being shy about, daughter!?”

“Ugh!”

Kefir let out a very girlish sound.

“I… I never said he was my… my…”

“Oh, come on, what’s there to hide from your own father?

Haven’t you two already progressed to the point of doing it in a carriage?”

Kefir’s face, which had been full of shame and anger, instantly turned cold like water had been poured over her.

“Father, who told you that?”

“Uh, that little horsey magic carriage said so. Otherwise, last night, you two should have…”

“Father, stand right there and don’t move!”

Kefir’s voice suddenly carried an overwhelming amount of anger, and then she even shot me a glare!

“You stand right there too!”

Then, like a gust of wind, she vanished from sight.

Not long after, I heard the sound of explosions and parts falling apart from the distance outside.

Soon after, Kefir walked back in holding a palm-sized colorful magic stone.

“Miss, please spare me, please spare me.”

Crack!

The magic stone was crushed to pieces, and the sound made me feel a chill down below.

“I’ll stick to a normal carriage from now on, Father.

And now, can you calm your brain down and listen to my explanation?”

Any man would know the right answer here.

With that single “grab,” Kefir completely took control of the situation.

As for my real identity, Kefir didn’t hide it from her father and instead told him outright.

I didn’t really care.

As long as I can cling to Kefir’s thigh, her protagonist’s aura will keep me from meeting some fancy death.

Revealing my identity early to remove potential risks is just normal procedure.

“So Father, he’s absolutely not my… man!

Nothing happened last night!

It’s just that he said he wanted to turn over a new leaf and had nowhere else to go, so I reluctantly allowed him to stay by my side.

The priest identity is just a disguise.”

Kefir stressed every single word, but the uncle seemed more concerned about me personally.

After learning who I really was, he didn’t immediately decide to “crush the big villain,” but instead nodded thoughtfully.

“So that’s how it is…

The infamous fraud Euclid, chased by troops from every nation yet cunning enough to escape every time.

If you had prophetic ability to that extent, it’s no wonder you always slipped away.

And to think… the one who kept sending us perfectly accurate and reliable anonymous reports, who we thought was some reclusive powerhouse, was actually you.”

After giving me a complicated look, the uncle asked:

“With prophetic ability to this degree, and you haven’t done anything truly evil…

Why did you become the so-called notorious fraud everyone speaks of?

And why did you surrender the moment you saw Kefir?”

“The first part was out of necessity.”

After all, if I didn’t become a big villain, I’d be swarmed by death flags.

Cannon fodder like me dies in a thousand ways, but a big villain never dies from trivial things.

“The second part… is a secret.”

As for the reason I’m clinging to Kefir’s thigh, well, that’s something I can never say.

“And please don’t spread my identity. Honestly… it would be troublesome.”

But the uncle didn’t seem bothered by my request.

Instead, he started winking at his daughter.

“See, Kefir? And you said he didn’t surrender because of that.

Hurry up and get it done already…”

The sound of Kefir drawing her sword instantly shut him up.

What a hassle.

All I wanted was to cling to Kefir’s thigh, and yet this whole protagonist family is like this…

Still, at this point, I could at least tell: Kefir’s father is nothing like Louis Twenty-Three.

He’s definitely not a villain, so…

“Uncle, this time I have a request.

Consider it a ‘prophecy’: For the candidate for the Goddess Ruins expedition, please make sure you choose Kefir.”

“Why?”

His voice suddenly turned a lot more serious.

“Because Kefir will break through.”

“Such a prophecy sounds even more far-fetched than boasting.

And I can’t choose Kefir just because ‘my daughter can achieve a breakthrough.’”

His fairness surprised me a little, but Kefir didn’t seem shocked at all.

She just expressed her determination silently with a gaze that couldn’t be shaken.

“As her father, of course I hope Kefir can participate, but her recent actions have already drawn criticism.

Louis Twenty-Three’s appearance was a sign of that.”

Pausing for a moment, Zerora looked up at the two of us.

“Besides, I can only ‘recommend.’

The final decision lies in the hands of the Queen of the British Empire, Louis the Fourth.

After what happened yesterday, Louis Twenty-Three will definitely go back and fill her head with nonsense.

Kefir, things won’t go smoothly from here on.

You… better be prepared.”