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

I failed... and I am currently being pushed into a situation where I deserve exactly that expression.

"So... are you listening, Callis... I don't know..."

"Yes, sir. Father, I'm listening to you."

There's a father in front of me who can only look like a different kind of father from his usual resolute father or a father with a surprised look on his face... yeah, he was pretty drunk even though he only drank a few glasses yet. Apparently, he's quite vulnerable to alcohol, Father. At first, I thought it was my fault, but when I realized that it was a complicated tension characteristic of drunkenness, I regretted drinking with my father early.

"Every day I talk to Lishana about you, she comforts me... uhh... when Laurier was born, I really did that with tears."

"Is that so?"

How many times have we talked without this context... the story is ruptured because I'm drunk, but to sum up, when I always talk to my mother about me, it was a forced sweet development, and it was hard in many ways, and then... well, when Laurier, my grandson, was born, it was resolute in expression, but rather tearful in heart.

Especially when I talk sweetly to my mother. My father has a sad expression that stares away somewhere, and it made me a little pathetic... well, it's a good thing to be loved by my daughter-in-law, so I don't have to say it deeply.

I want to be loved so badly by Sasha that I don't like it either... of course I still think she loves me quite a bit, but apparently I know that I can take it from myself because my love is too heavy to see the fondness from Sasha in the sumptuous.

Maybe I'm a pretty heavy guy and Sasha looks like a victim, but Sasha tends to be very dependent.

"Ugh... headache..."

"Are you okay, Father?

When did you think of it that way, Father? Father? Father? Father? Father? Yeah, you're here sometimes. Someone who gets drunk right away but is quick to give it up because he is drunk. With that in mind, I offered water and said.

"Your father is not very strong in alcohol."

"... even now I used to be able to drink there. Thanks."

"No."

Take a sip of the water I offered you, Father. After a while, Father groaned with a potpourri as he looked out at the glass.

"It's been three years since Laurier was born..."

"You will be."

"I was surprised when I was able to talk to her earlier. That's how intelligent it was that year, but most of all, look at the happy expression..."

"Do you look happy?

The intelligent part is that I'm pretty surprised, too. I do know from many things that Laurier spins her head pretty fast for her age, even from parents who can see her child grow up in real life. A girl is something that grows much faster than a boy, but it hurts me a little to think that I must have had to be smart in that child's case because of the environment in which she was born... but I left it there and leaned my neck against the other word because I can change that from now on.

"Oh. You look so happy that she talks about you... and I'm glad that my grandson has such a happy expression."

"Is that so..."

It's unclear what Laurier told her father when we were alone, but there's something quite adorable about her happily talking about me just to imagine. Yabe... just imagine my daughter is too cute!

"In the future, you can marry a royal family and even a queen can do it..." Callis?

Your father's words turned into doubts along the way, I'm sure because you saw my expression. Because of the booze, my father was the only one on the scene, so I heard Laurier was going to marry me and my face was like a young man.

"Father. I don't think so, but I had an affair with my father for Laurier, and I got it... there's no way, is there?

"Also, of course. I don't even have a similar story..."

"Do you have one?

"Th, That is..."

I'm sure I'm turning my pungent gaze to my father now, as I've never even pointed at the previous Mr. Callis. My father replied that his intention to drink filial piety switched to interrogation with one of his father's accidental words and that his father had blued his big face... but eventually the potpourri.

"The... the cordial House of the Duke of Mater and the House of the Marquis of Victor... and then there have been a few similar stories told to the nobles I know in other countries. too, of course it's just a story! It's not official, and every house is basically fine because there aren't many kids of the age to catch up with Laurier..."

So he clouded his words, and then his father said:

"Victor Marquis House... that house over there might be a little serious"