BSGE 66
by Cherry“But the real sword is still dangerous for you.”
“Uh……”
Beatty was just hesitant to answer because he didn’t know how to accept this, but the Duke nodded as if he understood everything.
“It’s hard to accept early things.”
Aslan’s young lions were a regular thing.
The cubs, unable to control their overflowing power, used to want to wield the real sword before they could complete their proper posture with a wooden sword.
“But using a real weapon when you’re not used to it is a burden on your body when you’re growing up.”
The Duke continued to explain step by step with a serious face so that the child could understand why “the real sword cannot be given as a gift.”
Listening to his calm explanation, Beatty thought.
‘No, I’ve never considered a real sword gift in the first place.’
As a squirrel who had never thought of asking for a real sword, he was only surprised by the extraordinariness of what his father thought of as a “gift that children would like.”
Somehow Beatty convinced the Duke that other gifts, including the dagger, were really okay.
Beatty, who succeeded in the difficult decline, breathed out and stole his forehead.
“…….”
“Well.”
Beatty, who read the deep regret on his father’s face, hesitated for a moment and eventually opened his mouth.
“Well…”
“Hmm? Did you think of something you wanted?”
Beatty’s cheeks flushed at the expectant father’s gaze.
A family who is sad and happy because they want to do something for themselves.
I wanted to save this overflowing happiness somewhere like hiding acorns throughout the winter.
“Tell me anything. Even if it’s in the royal safe-“
“It’s not like that.”
Beatty, a common-sense squirrel, nipped a dangerous bud at the threat of robbing the palace if Beatty wanted to.
“Then?”
“The…….”
The Duke waited quietly without urging Beatty’s hesitation.
I had the illusion that his friendly silence gently pushed his back.
“I don’t need a present.”
Hap! With a big breath, Beatty took a word out of it at once.
“I don’t need a long letter.”
It was a natural wish for Beatty, who cherished the card that came with the gift rather than the gift itself.
“Can you write what you want to say to me in a letter from time to time.
The Duke’s eyes opened wide as if he had heard an unexpected word.
What a child who refuses fluffy dolls, jewelry dresses, and well-decorated daggers all wants.
“My letter…”
That’s the least I can do.
The baby added, blushing his cheeks and wriggling his little fingers.
“I don’t care if it’s about anything… Sometimes I want to receive letters from my father.”
“…….”
“Well…… of course I can’t help it if you’re busy.”
The Duke automatically opened his mouth as soon as he saw his eyelashes coming down lightly in case he had made an unreasonable request.
“I got it.”
A letter?
What I want more than all the other gifts is a letter from my dad.
There is no cuter daughter on the continent. The Duke rose from his seat with conviction.
“I’ll write it down and send it right away.”
“What?”
Beatty looked puzzled.
Didn’t you just drop by before the afternoon shift?
“Oh, no. When you have time…”
Beatty stopped his father, who was about to call the butler to bring him a paper and a pen.
And the fact that I will write a letter every day in the future is barely lowered to sending it to the extent that it does not interfere with my work.
I’m sure this will reduce the number of people sighing in the next room, right?’
The writer Gong succeeded in relieving the gods’ anxiety, which was almost added soon.
Whoo-hoo!
Thinking of those who were still waiting in the Duke’s office, Beatty sighed with pride.
* * *
The office of Aslan Street where the afternoon sun shines.
Returning to the office for the rest of the work, the Duke was sitting in front of a large wooden table, narrowing his brows.
At the Duke’s serious expression, the people around him whispered and shared their guesses.
“Did something happen in the morning?”
“Did you get any bad reports from the border forces?”
“Well… I haven’t heard such a story.”
How serious is the news that makes your Excellency look like that?
The men whispered in silence and wondered about the contents of the letter in the duke’s hand.
“…”
Surprisingly, the letter in the hand of the duke, who was looking down with a blunt mouth, was…
What should I write to make the baby happy?’
…nothing was written.
Holding the white letter paper, the Duke was still thinking.
“Baby.”
A child who had hoped for only a few letters, but was carefully reducing his wishes again and again in case it would interfere with the family’s work.
(Playing the guitar)
Thinking about what happened in the capital that made the baby so passive in talking about what he wanted, I felt empowered for a moment.
‘…I can’t use it.’
Leaving the crumpled stationery behind, the Duke picked up a stiff new stationery and carefully dipped ink into the quill pen and made a stroke.
“No doubt, to Aslan’s most beloved daughter,”
Since then, the first page of the correspondence record, which became famous as “A Daily Letter that gives a glimpse of the Childcare Center of the Iron Blood Duke,” began like this.
* * *
Right after Beatty asked his father for a letter.
“Ah! Father, and.”
“Yes.”
At the daughter’s words, which seemed to have just remembered the request, the Duke glowed happily.
“I’ll listen to anything.”
You may soon regret what you said beforehand.
“Then I want to go see my aunt.”
“!”
The Duke’s eyes opened wide at the unexpected request of his daughter.
Beatty’s “I want to go see my aunt” didn’t mean I wanted to see her face, of course.
I owe you a debt.’
In fact, it was not because I didn’t want to get revenge because there was no way to pay back, rather than paying back to those who caused the death.
“I heard your aunt stole child support. I’ll have to get it back!”
“Baby.”
My baby is also smart.
The Duke opened his mouth, who was looking at Beatty, who held his fist with a burning will, as if he was cute.
“If you want gold coins, can I bring you the key to the warehouse? There are many gold coins from other countries as well as our kingdom gold coins.”
Of course, it was not voluntarily given by other countries, but it was taken away.
“What? No, I don’t want gold coins…… Not really.”
Beatty has yet to give up his dream of future supremacy.
He recalled his purpose, enduring that his eyes almost turned to the opportunity to obtain early seed money.
“I have to find the stolen money first.”
“Yes. As expected, my baby is Aslan.”
That’s very close.
If it was used in the enemy country, it would have been a curse of thorough character that would never forget to sweep the warehouse after the battle, but of course the Duke praised it.
“Is it close?””
“Our Aslan never forgets to receive anything. The meticulousness to pay back the loss is a great Aslan.”
Beatty’s cheeks turned red at the first compliment he heard that he looked like his family.
“If you’re going to get the money you embezzled from your own son, you don’t have to go yourself. Don’t look for all the books you’ve hidden.”
The Duke, who didn’t want to take the weak baby to the underground prison, secretly turned on the request of the baby.
“It might have been hidden in the secret space of the house. I ask my aunt first, and I know all her expressions and habits, so I can immediately notice if she lies!”
“Our entourage is also specialized in that.”
“Well. But I know where there’s a good place to bury something in the garden of the capital mansion…”…. It would be much more certain than someone you don’t know asking…….”
Before returning to adulthood, Beatty knew the storage place that was not noticeable to others because he was hiding coins to run away.
The Duke sighed and opened his mouth at the appearance of the baby as if he had lingering feelings.
“Do you really want to see it in person?”
“Yes!”
“Yes, you would want to cut yourself.”
“That way, I can ask you how much you stole. – What?”
Beatty looked up at his father, nodding his head as if it were natural.
“……Do you cut?
“Isn’t that why you said you wanted to see me in person?”
The father, who tilted his head, looked like he didn’t feel anything strange, so Beatty had to doubt his common sense.
“Uh……do people my age carry swords and cut themselves because they did something wrong?”
“Well, come to think of it…….”
The Duke paused for a moment, as if he were looking back on his memory.
“Hu. As expected, my father misunderstood something…”
“Come to think of it, Carl was faster than that.”
“What?”
Beatty’s absurd voice gave the Duke a sneak peek.
“But it was to develop basic physical strength and use a sword when there were observers. Baby, it’s not just that I don’t want to give you a real sword.”
“No, the real sword is fine.”
Beatty repeatedly expressed his refusal, cutting off the Duke’s words, which were not as long as he was worried about not being able to give him a real sword.
“Then why didn’t you still execute the Viceroy?”