Chapter 1
Who was Cassian Calypso?
Age: 28.
A war hero who had led the Holy-Demon War to victory five years ago and been granted the title of Duke of Barkasia.
Over 190 cm tall.
Broad shoulders.
Beast-like muscles.
A dangerously attractive appearance and an aura that made you feel as though youâd experience hell itself if you got involved with him.
In many ways, he was a man who came close to perfection.
Money?
Of course he had pleâplentyâŠâŠ Actually, not so much. Heâd recently gambled away his entire estate and all his cash.
Honor?
Heâd had some, at least until he was first granted his title.
The problem was that heâd since dragged his reputation through the gutter by doing all sorts of outrageous things.
Even so, he was managing to live a fairly comfortable life. He had only one problem.
âNooo. Listen to me, Doc. Someone left a kid in front of my house, and everyone keeps saying sheâs my daughter. What kind of daughter would a man who was so happy being single that he voluntarily lay down on a cold operating table have?â
A few days ago, someone had left a tiny human being who had only just been born and had barely started growing in front of his house.
The child was around three to five years old, a girl, and she couldnât understand a word anyone said, as though sheâd come from a foreign country.
Obviously, she was someone elseâs child, so heâd taken her straight to an orphanage, only to be turned away.
âSheâs obviously your biological daughter! Her father is standing right here, alive and well, so why should she grow up in an orphanage?â
That day, the facility staff had looked at Cassian as though he were the most worthless piece of human garbage in the world, a complete son of a bitch.
Heâd somehow managed to keep the little girl who couldnât understand a word anyone said under temporary care for three days.
âŠâŠWas it three days? Ten days?
He didnât know the exact number because someone else had been looking after her, but anyway, he couldnât take it anymore.
If I hadnât had the surgery, at least I couldâve felt wronged.
Good grief. Whoever the hell had abandoned their own child was going to be punished by heaven. What a rotten bastard.
âIf she looked like me, I might understand. But the kid and I donât look alike at all. My eyes are long and narrow, while hers are big and round. Even when I was little, I was this big, but sheâs barely bigger than my fist. And theyâre still saying sheâs my daughter? Are everyoneâs eyes full of holes or something?â
âYour daughter, you say?â
âExactly! There are some things you can say to an unmarried bachelor and some things you canâtâŠâŠ I donât know what crazy bastard is trying to ruin my glorious single life, but if I catch him, heâs dead. Anyway, I figured I should get this properly checked so Iâd have a solid argument when I sent the kid to a facility or whatever later.â
The doctor smiled benevolently, like a statue of a goddess in a temple.
âSo, the reason youâve come in for the first time in four years is to have your surgical results checked?â
âYeah, yeah. Letâs make sure everything was definitely severed.â
Flash!
The doctorâs glasses gleamed in the sunlight.
He adjusted them with a smooth motion, then spoke with an almost stern expression.
âMy surgery was flawless.â
âAh. Of course it was flawless. Thatâs why the kid and I donât look alike, right?â
âIf the surgery was flawless, why do you need to check? Itâs rare for someone as young as you, Mr. Calypso, to undergo that kind of procedure. I figured handsome bastards like you must have been having a hell of a good time, making the most of their looks, so I did my absolute best when I operated on you.â
âWhoâs complaining? Iâm just asking you to check. Just check!â
Apparently feeling that Cassian was challenging the perfection of his work, the doctor glared at him, snorting in irritation.
But a doctor who had spent his entire life studying stood no chance against the capitalâs greatest delinquent, a former war hero.
A little while later, as the doctor examined the surgical site, he suddenly clapped a hand over his mouth in shock and began trembling.
âOh dearâŠâŠ WhatâŠâŠ What should we do?â
âHuh? Donât tell meâŠâŠâ
Thump.
Cassian pressed a hand to his forehead.
Donât tell me that little brat really is my daughter? Damn it!
Heâd survived the battlefield without dying, and even when he was injured, heâd somehow bounced back in the most ridiculous way possible, allowing him to keep living comfortably like this.
Haah. Why does a guy like me have such ridiculously strong vitality that I keep bringing trouble upon myself?
He was clutching his head in a mixture of pride and self-loathing when the doctor spoke.
âMr. Calypso. Itâs at the point where it can no longer be reversed.â
âEven with all that drinking and smoking, my health is stillâ Huh? What did you say?â
Reversed? What?
When Cassian raised his head, the doctor clicked his tongue sympathetically.
âI warned you during your last surgery, remember? Once itâs severed, itâs difficult to reverse. But now, even reconstructive surgery would be useless. Do you understand what that means?â
âSo, youâre saying IâŠâŠâ
âYouâll never have children for the rest of your life. As expected, my surgery was flawless.â
âOhâŠâŠâ
Heâd voluntarily undergone the surgery four years ago, but was he supposed to be happy about this or not?
Just as Cassian was frowning, the doctor drove the point home.
âIn short, youâre a seedless watermelon. A male whoâs been successfully neutered.â
Those were the words heâd wanted to hear, so why did they leave such a bad taste in his mouth?
âAhem. Ahem!â
After clearing his throat and composing himself, Cassian finally got to the point.
âThe kid who showed up claiming to be my daughter looks about three, four, or maybe five years old. Is there any chance sheâs actually related to me by blood?â
âNone whatsoever~ By this stage, the outcome would already have been decided from the very beginning. You had one chance to have a child, and now it turns out she isnât yours. WellâŠâŠ Cheer up. If some people are blessed with many children and long lives, others are destined to have no children and die young. Thatâs simply the way of nature.â
âDying young is exactly what I want, so what the hell are you talking about? Anyway, thanks. Now I can go back to enjoying myself without a care in the world.â
Cassian promptly stood up and left the hospital, feeling much lighter.
Just as I thought.
Heâd suspected as much, but having it confirmed by a professional was a tremendous relief.
When he returned home, a childâs voice drifted out from beyond the front gate.
*! Mommy! !â
Amid the foreign words, the word Mommy came through perfectly clearly.
The childâs voice was thin and chirpy, the distinctive sound of a little girl, and Cassian frowned.
Click.
As he opened the door and stepped inside, the first thing he saw was the little brat sprawled flat on the floor.
She looked like a chick that had been dipped in flour dough and pulled back out, flailing her short arms and legs as she swept dust across the floor.
âCome ooon. I told you to eat your din-din! Donât you like din-din? Din-din!â
Beside the little girl stood a buzz-cut man with a scratch through his eyebrow, anxiously holding a bowl of soup.
When the buzz-cut man brought a spoonful of soup to the girlâs mouth, she burst into tears.
âWaaaaah!â
âSeriously, why are you doing this? Why on earthâŠâŠâ
Unable to bear watching any longer, Cassian walked inside and spoke to the buzz-cut man.
âI told you to look after the kid. What the hell are you doing?â
âBoss! Why did you take so long to come back?!â
âI got the paperwork. If you take this, the orphanage should accept her.â
âR-Really? Thank goodness!â
The buzz-cut man, whose eyes were almost black with exhaustion from looking after the child while Cassian was away, looked ready to burst into applause.
âAnyway, thatâs that. Iâm going to go inside and rest.â
âWhaaaat? B-Boss, youâre not even going to look after her?â
âIâm tired. Hey, once you get her to finish the soup, play with her for a bit, then head home around dinner.â
Heâd been so excited after getting the medical report that heâd started drinking heavily before the alcohol from the previous night had even worn off. Now the whole world was spinning.
Leaving the buzz-cut man to his desperate screams, Cassian slammed his bedroom door shut with a bang!
When I was five years old, I went to sleep and woke up in an orphanage attached to a temple.
The orphanage was very, very far away from the empire I needed to return to, so every night, I went to bed missing my mom.
Still, all the teachers were very kind.
They praised me every day, hugged me, and kissed me.
And so, growing up surrounded by the love of adults, I eventually turned ten.
On my birthday, as we placed candles on the cake, my friends said,
âHurry up and make a wish!â
âYeah! Since itâs your birthday, the Goddess might grant your wish!â
I had a mom, but Iâd never had a dad, not even once, so I made a wish to the Goddess.
âGoddess, my maternal cousin Enrique has both a mom and a dad, but Iâm the only one who doesnât have both. Mom always says sheâll explain when Iâm older, and whenever my maternal uncle hears anything about my dad, he gets upset.â
The friends standing beside me began whispering to one another.
âMy older brother was always like that, too. He said Iâd understand why I didnât have a dad when I grew up. It turned out he had died.â
âMy older sister says parents sometimes leave home because theyâre having affairs, and adults tell their kids the same thing. She told me when I turned ten.â
How could you talk about things like that right beside me while Iâm praying?!
I opened one eye slightly and whispered to the kids in a low voice.
âShhh! Be quiet. Canât you see Iâm praying right now?â
âMm-hmm. Okay. Sorry.â
I continued my prayer.
âBut, umâŠâŠ I want a dad, too.â
Mom was frail, so she shouldnât come all the way out here. Actually, I didnât want Mom to come.
But a dadâŠâŠ I wanted to know what my dadâs face looked like, too, you know?
âGoddess! Please give me a dad, too!â
I want to go sledding with my dad!
Was it because my heartfelt wish had reached the Goddess?
The moment I finished speaking, an enormous light appeared out of nowhere and pierced straight through me.
âLili!â
âGasp! Liiii!â
Perhaps because of the light, my body began changing in a strange way. Startled, I looked down at my hands.
My friendsâ voices buzzed loudly in my ears.
âYouâveâŠâŠ developed hair loss!â
âThey saidâŠâŠ disappears when the âŠâŠ is canceled!â
Before my friends could even run to call a teacher, my body suddenly plummeted downward.
My friendsâ screams faded into the distance in an instant.
My head spun dizzily, and fear crashed against my heart like wave after wave.
I was so scared that I squeezed my eyes shut. Then, cautiously, I opened them again.
âWho the hell are you?â
A frightening middle-aged man was staring down at me.
Cassian Calypso.
This was my first encounter with the man known as the capitalâs biggest good-for-nothing.






