Chapter 18
I looked at him with suspicious eyes.
âBy any chance⌠where is Estelle?â
âEstelle?â
âYouâre looking for Estelle first too, arenât you?â
When Basago asked about Estelle, the childrenâs tone immediately turned sharp.
Ever since Estelle arrived, the children had been jealous of her to some extent.
As Julie once said, they thought I was paying less attention to them.
Of course, I told them it wasnât true and tried to make them understand.
I thought their feelings had settled a bit.
âGuess not.â
Judging from their curt reactions, their feelings hadnât gone away yet.
Well, just because you understand something in your head doesnât mean your emotions change right away.
âPartly that, yes. But I also have something to give her. Last time I promised Iâd lend it but forgot to deliver it.â
Basago pulled out a book he had been holding under his arm.
Mathematical Interpretation of Magic Circles and the Principles of Geometry
âAhâŚâ
âMmâŚâ
The moment they read the bookâs title, Den and Marco stepped back from Basago with uneasy expressions.
Their faces looked fed up, as if they had never felt jealous in the first place.
âŚOf course, my face also turned just as awkward as theirs.
âIt just puts my mind at ease to hand it to her directly. So, when will Estelle be back?â
When Marco pointed toward the table, Basago simply smiled and shook his head.
Then he looked straight at me and asked again where Estelle was, clearly expecting an answer.
âEstelle went out to run an errand. To buy sugar. Sheâll be back soon.â
âI see. Then Iâll just wait here and give it to her.â
Basago rubbed his chin as he murmured.
Hearing that, I was startled and quickly asked back:
âHere?â
âYes.â
When did I ever give him permission?!
Coming in and staying aroundâhe was doing everything his way!
I wanted to shout that at him.
But the words wouldnât come out of my mouth.
Maybe because I had already once felt his intimidation, I couldnât speak so easily.
And also because his confident answer left me momentarily speechless.
âWow! Then you can play with us while you wait.â
âTell us that story you told last time, brother!â
âShall I? Itâll be fun if we all listen together.â
âN-no⌠donâtâŚâ
The kids jumped up excitedly, clapping their hands. I reached out to stop them.
But it was already too late.
They grabbed Basago by each arm and dragged him inside.
I could only stand there blankly, staring as the children pulled him in.
âAh, by the way.â
Just then, Basago, on his way inside with the kids, stopped in his tracks. He turned back to me and said:
âIâve seen a lot of military police around the streets lately. Because of that, the local thugs seem to have gotten quite on edge.â
After saying that, he fixed his gaze on me without blinking.
ââŚAnd the reason youâre telling me this is?â
âHeh. Who knows. Letâs just say itâs my way of showing some concern. Was it unnecessary?â
Basago gave a low, meaningful laugh, then turned away again and walked with the children into their room.
âEither way, itâd be best to be cautious for a while. Especially Den and Marco. Theyâre small, you know.â
âUgh, are you making fun of my height right now?!â
âThatâs not the point, you idiot!â
Den, who was always sensitive about his short height, shouted at Basago. Marco tried to calm Den down, and soon the two of them were arguing noisily in front of him.
Basago just shrugged and, leaving them bickering, kept walking.
âArgh, because of you, heâs going on ahead. Hey, wait for us!â
âHowâs it my fault? Itâs yours!â
The two of them bickered as they trotted after Basago, following him into the room where the other kids were waiting.
ââŚâŚâ
I just stood there.
Even as the sound of their voices and laughter faded into the distance, I remained frozen in place.
âEstelle went out to buy sugar.â
âThe thugs have gotten really on edge.â
Estelle not coming back⌠and Basagoâs wordsâŚ
They floated in my mind over and over, chaining me down so I couldnât move.
ââŚI forgot.â
A sigh-like voice escaped my lips.
At the same time, countless memories flashed through my head.
Thugs, tense and on edge.
Estelle, who had gone out to buy sugar and never returned.
And that horribly unpleasant game event.
My body began trembling violently.
âEstelleâŚ!â
With a pale face, I called her name.
Then I leapt to my feet and rushed out the front door.
âMy dear, please. Donât drink tonightâjust come home early.â
âShut up! What do you care if I drink or not, if I come home or not?!â
âButâŚâ
âDamn it. The kids are watching; youâre embarrassing me. Let go already!â
Cesare shoved Estelle roughly as she tried to hold him back.
Thudâ
Estelle collapsed to the floor without even crying out.
But no one reached out to help her.
âTch. Sister-in-law, why argue with him like that?â
âHa, exactly. You know how he is.â
Instead, they laughed at her as they walked by.
âYou ruined the mood when weâre heading out for drinks. Tch!â
Even her own husband, Cesare, was no different.
Left alone in the empty house, Estelle lay on the floor, sobbing.
Her tears rolled past her nose, pooled at her lips, and dripped down to form a puddle on the floor.
Looking up at the full moon hanging outside the window, Estelle whispered:
âAhh⌠dear GodâŚâ
But she said no more.
She simply shut her eyes tightly against the shining moonlight, pressing her lips together.
And so, the night deepened.
.
.
.
Your daughter has become âthe gangster’s wife.”
Estelle, now the wife of Cesareâthe thug boss who ruled over Ashikle Villageâwas not happy.
Her neglectful husband always left her alone, drowning himself in drink and pleasure.
Every night, she shed tears as she waited for him to return.
If one had to pick the most ridiculous and frustrating ending in Raise Your Daughter, thereâs one that comes to mind immediately.
The ending where Estelle is killed by Basago.
Annoying, yes. But honestly, thatâs not even the worst one.
The real worst ending was another one.
The âGangsterâs Wifeâ ending.
The route where she marries Cesare, the thug with the âbad boyâ setting.
[Title: Isnât Cesare just the coolest?]
Author: (username)
His looks, his way of speakingâso cool! But I canât figure out how to capture himă ă Please share thećťçĽ!
Maybe it was because the âbad boyâ archetype was trendy back then.
Among the female players, Cesare was insanely popular.
So popular that every day, the user boards were flooded with posts asking forćťçĽ guides for him.
But I couldnât understand those people.
A bad boy? No, he was just a bad man.
As a thug, his behavior was violent and cruel.
And it wasnât just that.
âWhy are you mad? You made me act this way.â
âI was just joking. Why are you so sensitive?â
âYou trust him more than me? Are you insane?â
Every one of his lines was nothing but gaslighting.
And thenâŚ
âThis damn ending!â
The ending itself was the worst.
He marries her but neglects his family? Beats his wife? Makes her cry?
And leaves my daughter alone while he spends his nights laughing it up in taverns?!
When I first saw that ending, I nearly fainted from shock.
There was nothing about it I could stand.
âNo one should ever have to see this ending. Itâs too disgusting. Rightâno one has seen it. Not even me.â
I hated it so much, I pretended it didnât exist. I never posted aćťçĽ about it, never even acknowledged I had seen itâwiped it from my memory completely.
But nowâ
âDamn it. I shouldâve kept the memory!â
If I had known this would happen, I wouldnât have erased it.
Because Cesare⌠was actually one of the captureable characters.






