TEASER CHAPTER 8 PART 9
Nozomu
was offered sake by Madam Parline when he delivered the food to the office at
Mena's request.
He
now held an ornately decorated glass sake cup in his hand.
At
first glance, one could tell that the sake cup was a luxury item made by a
craftsman. However, rather than such a luxury item, Nozomu was more concerned
about Victor, who was lying on the desk next to him, wetting his desk with
tears.
"Guu
.... *Hiccup, hiccup* ..."
For
Nozomu, Victor's current appearance was unimaginable from his normal self.
Especially since he had remembered the dignified Victor when he was questioned.
The way he broke down in tears without daring to look at those around him was,
frankly speaking, bewildering.
However,
unlike Nozomu, who was stunned, Madam Parline's shoulders slumped and she
sighed.
"Hey,
how long are you going to have such a bitter face? Didn't you say that you
already feel sorry?"
"I-,
It waz my baa~d. Military Poli~ce. I don't nee~d it."
Victor's
handsome face was messed up with tears and snot, and he let out a muffled cry.
It
seemed that the cold stares he received from his daughters at the dinner table
were taking their toll on him.
The
sight of him in such pain made Nozomu feel a little sorry for Victor.
However,
he couldn't stand up to Victor because of the things he had done and because he
truly deserved it.
(I
guess this happened because Victor-san interfered too much in the lives of Iris
and Somia…)
Disappointment
is an emotion that doesn't happen unless one has expectations.
For
Irisdina and Somia, who lost their mother at an early age, their father must
have been very important.
Naturally,
there was no doubt that they adored him. Perhaps that was why they were so
overwhelmed by their father's black history that they rejected him so much.
"Umm,
Victor-sama. I-, I'm sure it'll be all right. Iris and Somia were just a little
taken aback by the unimaginable story this time, but I don't think they really
dislike you."
"R-,
really?"
"Y-,
yes, I believe so. So, please be a good and firm father in front of
them..."
"Well,
in my experience, girls at their age want to be separated from their
father..."
"Uaaaaaa!"
"Me-,
Mena-san!"
"My
apologies, my tongue slipped..."
An
unexpected betrayal. The spear that was shot at the wounded man from the back pierced
deep into his heart.
Oops!
Mena put her hand on her mouth, but it was too late. Victor looked up at the
sky and hung down like a corpse.
"M-,
my daughters hated me... I-, I can't
live any longer..."
"Good
grief, what a troublesome man. What are you doing, boy? Since you're here, have
a drink."
"Y-,
yes! Ue~ ..."
Leaving
Victor, who was about to turn into ashes, Madam Parline poured a glass of sake
into Nozomu's glass.
What
was poured was an amber-colored sake, different from the wine Madam Parline
drank.
Nozomu
smelled a strong scent of wood along with the strong scent of alcohol on his
nose.
Nozomu
was concerned about Victor, who was dying next to him.
However,
he couldn't ignore Madam Parline's urging, so he did as she urged, tilting the
glass in his hand and pouring the amber liquid down his throat in one gulp.
