Since I’ve Reincarnated as the Villainess’ Father, I’ll Shower My Wife and Daughter in Love

For Laurie Fall, the family was just a framework until recently here. I was thinking to my child that it was the people who were giving birth to me and raising me and that I should not cause more trouble than that.

"May I, Lady Laurier? You are the eldest daughter of the Duke of Fall's house... and one day you will have to be queen of this country."

That word heard many times. I'm not sure what that means, but I just found out that I have to work hard anyway.

Nevertheless, Laurier is still a child no matter how satirical he is... and even if he works hard, there are limits to that.

The days when you have to dwindle your mind, feel lonely, but endure the days that come and come. Without even questioning that, Laurier only took it for granted when she began to accept what was happening in front of her.

Laurier was a particularly fast growing child, minus a girl. Aristocrats, in a sense a poor environment for children... even in special circumstances, learned the language early on and purchased knowledge little by little.

No teacher praised it, and gave strict guidance to Laurier through that it was normal for a Duke's child. If times are times, it could be called abuse. Harsh situations... human beings are strange things, and they quickly get used to them so that they can adapt to such a steep environment.

Especially terrible was the courtesy teacher... who seemed to enjoy abusing Laurier in the name of mentoring. Regardless, Laurie didn't know that much about it... but when she felt bad about herself not being able to do what she was told, she always thought so, and she was always better at hiding her feelings and not getting that figured out around her.

Such a turning point came to Laurier six months after Laurier turned two... rumors of a samurai, who found out that her own father had fallen. Nevertheless, Laurier had no choice at all to meet her father. I became somewhat worried about my busy parents... but I knew with all my heart that I was not liked by the two of them.

That's why when I silently obeyed a courtesy teacher who has grown stronger around here lately to Laurier - she was surprised by the presence of someone who came in cracked from the side.

"Hey... what are you doing to the daughter of the house!

Saying so was too little contact for her father. When his father drank a teacher who punished Laurier corporally, he looked worried and said about Laurier.

"Laurie... are you okay?

The first time I saw a father from the front. His eyes clearly looked at Laurier, his expression seemed very worrying... and at the same time, he had a look that made him indulge in something.

Though dismayed, Laurier uttered a sincere wonder as to why she had helped and why she would do this now. Holding such a Laurier in his arms, his father said.

"I'm sorry, Laurie... for making me feel so painful and hard about you all the time..."

A father who holds Laurier tight like a gentle laborer. Was it because of the warmth? Laurier had accidentally spoken.

"Wow, I... don't want it, they said... no... so..."

"That's not true. I need Laurier. She's my precious daughter. So - I'm sorry until now. From now on, I swear I will love you."

Ooh, ooh... let's... ooh... "

A father who gives me a gentle hug. Laurier was relieved by the kind of dialogue that would solve the cold hearts she felt for the first time since she was born. Laurie's chilled, near-breaking heart warmed me from the core... and Laurie thought she was sincerely happy.

After that, he cried and fell asleep, and then he woke up and his mother told him he needed to do something about himself too... and Laurie was sincerely happy.

I don't know what happened to my father... but Laurier thought that from this day forward, she was very fond of her father.

A hero who saved his likely broken self... a hero-like father of stories.

For Laurier, perhaps from this day forward, it warmed her heart enough that if she were asked about her heterosexual preferences in the future, she would begin to answer, without confusion, 'a well-dressed, gentle man like her father'.

It will go without saying that Laurier has become a sincere lover of the dressed and kind father who has saved himself from this day on.