I Shall Master This Family's
5

Chapter 5

"Dr. O'Malley, are you there?"

My father arrived with me at the hospital in the mansion, as expected.

Doctors in this world were similar to doctors of oriental medicine, they broke and grind medicinal herbs and used them as medicine, and some physicians possessed mysterious powers that were sometimes called healing powers, such as, they were similar to the priestesses seen in the novel.

Once they entered the small building, even those who did not know the smell of medicinal plants vibrating in the air would know that this place was a clinic.

"Dr. O'Malley!"

As you can see from the aroma of herbs, Lombardy doctor, Dr. O'Malley, is an electronic clinician. [1]

"What are you doing here, Galahan?"

From inside, the lab door was opened and a man with a more suspicious impression walked out.

He was a tall man who looked to be about in his late forties.

"Florentia is hurt, can you check it?"

Hearing my father's words, Dr. O'Malley looked at me.

If I am injured enough to take me to the clinic, a child who is supposed to be crying usually sees himself.

"Ups, how can it be like this?."

I sat in the chair, looking at his wound, and Dr. O'Malley frowned.

It's because the wound is worse than I thought.

"I fell down."

I wondered why it looked like the same wound as my old one.

"Your knee may be hurt from now on."

Unfortunately, it was originally where I fell and was injured on my birthday.

When I tried to grow up without any scars, I ended up getting something similar.

However, it was not broken anywhere, and unlike me, my father nodded his head, and his face turned bad.

"WHO... ."

It would be sad to see the scar on his daughter's body.

My father's big hand stroked my head hard.

Dr. O'Malley looked at the appearance happily for a moment, then took out a strange potion and applied it on top of my wound.

"And are you in pain again, young lady?"

Honestly, it was a bit awkward to hear a respect drama for the first time in a long time.

Is correct.

I felt this way before my father died.

I reached out to Dr. O'Malley with my left hand, who was more anxious than my knee.

"Here we go...."

"Ugh."

The doctor, who saw my swollen wrist, involuntarily tapped his tongue.

"Who did it, Tia?."

My father asked in an angry low voice.

Probably because of Belsach and Astalliu, who made my wrist like this.

It seems to me that He will go to the parents of the child responsible for it.

But I replied in the same tone as before.

"I fell down."

"Tie..."

My father was upset and called me, but I pretended not to hear or not to know.

"Hmmm. I don't think it's broken because of the swelling level, but I think you should be careful for a while."

Finally, a thick bandage wrapped around my wrist.

When I take a shower, I can relax it, but I have to rewind it, and Dr. O'Malley decided to visit me every few days.

And I was told that I should take bitter medicine every day for a month.

It was the worst recipe for me, who hated bitter food or tea even as an adult.

My father, who saw me holding a medicine bag with a trembling face, said to Dr. O'Malley, when I feel bitter in my mouth.

"Doctor. I'd like to talk to my daughter for a moment, but are you going to leave me?"

"Yes. I'll be in the lab. Call me if you need anything."

The doctor went back to the lab and only me and my father were left.

This is Dr. O'Malley, so if there's anything to say, we're right.

But naturally, from the image of my father asking the doctor out, I felt he was Lulak's son.

"Tia."

My father knelt on one knee and called me as high as my eyes sat on a chair.

Looking at my father with the same eyes as my green eyes that I can only see when looking in the mirror, I am happy with the pain in one of my chests.

"Why didn't you talk earlier?"

It's probably about Belsach and Astalliu.

My father knew they were bothering me, but it must have been very surprising because He knew for the first time today that I even listened to such harsh words.

In the past, I was scared by Belsach's words that he would give a jailbreak as soon as possible, and I couldn't even think of asking an adult for help.

Finally, my father did not know this until the day he died.

I thought it was lucky then.

Now, looking back, it was really stupid.

"When we spoke, he said I was crossbreeding and hitting me more often."

"These people!"

My angry father jumped up as if he was going to punish Belsach and Astalliu right now.

But my hand grabbed my father's sleeve.

"It's okay. I hit him a lot today, so he won't be able to say that anymore."

If I do it again, I hit him again.

My father, who was embarrassed for a while with my cold reaction, sat down again with a grim laugh.

"Tia, may I ask you one question?"

"What's that?"

"Why are you acting different today?"

You seem to want to know what changed in my mind.

From a parent's point of view, I wonder what my child is thinking.

"Because I know I can't stand being quiet."

When I was young I had endured it, thinking that if I had survived like this, it would have ended one day.

Eventually, it turned into a different kind of violence and discrimination.

"So, if I'm impatient in the future. I'll hit them again, and if that doesn't work, I'll reach out to the adults and cry. So don't worry too much."

I said it and hugged my father, who was looking at me with sad eyes.

My father, who had hardened for a while, as if surprised, patted my back.

"But Tia. Why did you suddenly call your father? I want you to call me father like before."

Oh.

I initially called my father, father.

(previously called dad but now father)

I felt sorry for the sudden distance, and my father's eyes fell.

I finally met my father again, who died ten years ago, but I couldn't even do it!

"Dad!"

I said it and held my father's arm more sweetly.

"Let's live happily together for a very long time!" 1

"Haha! All right, Tia."

Dad doesn't know what I'm saying right now.

You won't know it in the future.

This time, I will not do such a thing again, releasing it in vain.

I'll keep it.

Both Father and Lombardy!

* * *

The Office of the Grand Lord.

Lulak rubbed his white brows and looked at the book in front of him.

He sent someone to bring another one from the book library that Florentia had previously owned.

It was because he wondered if he had misremembered the contents of the book.

The book is a study of a mysterious new tribe discovered about a decade ago at the southern end of the empire

The author introduces that they live in forests and have a very closed culture.

They have the mystical power of 'magic'.

It was explained that it was an ability that only descended through bloodlines and it was a secret power that could not be taught to outsiders.

Lulak, who opened the bookshelf and scanned its contents, covered the book.

Such content is not important.

What worries Lulak now is why his seven-year-old grandson reads academic books that are hard to write for adults, which are not liberal arts books like literature.

Smart.

With a knocking sound, a long blonde man neatly tied up and glasses walked in

Clerivan scholars, who had supported Lulak from the beginning created a system of scholarship.

Today, it is the financial residence and is responsible for the education of the Lombardy children.

"Are you calling me Sir?"

"Sit down for a second."

As soon as Clerivan stood across the table, Lulak pushed in front of him.

"What's that?"

"This is the book my grandson is reading today."

"If it's a granddaughter.. Ms. Larane?"

Larane is Viese's eldest daughter and Belsach's two-year-old older sister.

"remarkable. I read a book like this at the age of eleven...."

"That's not Larane."

"Who is that then?"

"Florentia."

Hearing Lulak's words, Clerivan frowned.

He wondered if Lulak was joking in front of him.

"I'm not kidding."

"But Miss Florentia is still... ...."

"Seven years."

Clerivan, who held up the book as if examining the contents of the book as Lulak did, seemed hesitant.

"Didn't he just like the book cover and have it?"

The dark green cover, like the forest where the people in the south lived, could look beautiful in the eyes of a small child.

"When I was seven years old, I was only at the age of knowing how to read children's books or some books."

"It usually is."

"Then, are you saying that Miss Florentia is not common?"

"I called you to find out."

"If so... ... ."

"From next, let Florentia also take classes with other children."

Once a week, Clerivan gathered the Lombardy children and gave classes.

Subjects attend classes regardless of age.

The only children in the class who can attend are four children, a brother and sister from Viese and the eleven-year-old twin sister Shananet, the only daughter of Lulak.1

"Miss Florentia is too young. A seven-year-old will find it difficult to sit in one place for long periods, rather than understand the class."

"It happens, too."

Clerivan, who read something meaningful from Lulak's words, narrowed his eyes.

"What are you trying to check, Mr. Lulak."

"dad…"

Lulak's thick fingers touch the table.

"The mother of Florentia was a wanderer who flowed into this city. She was beautiful in appearance, but there was no other special angle."

Now his face is faint, but only two strong green eyes recall the woman who remains very impressed, Lulak said.

"That's why it's true I don't pay much attention to Florentia. Started to see it today...."

He remembered the face of his grandson, who said everything he said without shedding a tear even though his hair was a mess here and there.

"Because I thought there might be someone who inherited Lulak's blood."

When he remembered how he swung the book over Belsach, who was much larger than him, a rare joyous smile appeared on Lulak's wrinkled face.