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

The place has moved. I'm in the courtyard of the Marquis Viktaire now.

Heading for me with my jacket off for easy movement is an earlier violent teacher employed at the Marquis Victor's. And there was a mask in the gallery that woke up with the Marquis Viktaire, the son of the Marquis Viktaire, who was in cold sweat.

If you ask me why it's such a rush... simply put, it's because I put the extra care to work.

After that... when I offered instruction on the sword of the mask, son of the Marquis Victor, it was the instructor of swordsmanship who stuck around against it. Well, it's easy to shut him up with something titillating... but he offered me a swordsmanship arrangement because he wanted a man who was hurting and laughing at his kids to have a proper painful look in his eyes for once.

The teacher's man immediately agreed to it, but Marquis Victor tried to stop me like he was already in a great hurry, but he shut it up and is currently moving to the courtyard to prepare.

Well, from the Marquis Victor, I guess I stopped because I can't beat the nobleman who specializes in swordsmanship... well, even though I have a blank, I'm so confident that Mr. Callis' sword arm won't beat me that easily.

Well, it's been a long time, though, and more importantly, I haven't brought the usual Mr. Callis's favorite sword, so this time I'm not a little uneasy because it's a borrowed sword from the Marquis Victor... well, it'll be fine.

"Um..."

As I was gently flexible before a set match like that, the mask, son of the Marquis Victor, approached me and called out to me.

"What's wrong with you?

"... how can you get that far?

Before asking what it was, the mask said in such a small voice that it didn't sound like the Marquis Viktaire behind it.

"Me, I'm... I'm not really this no kid. So they're all trying to crush me, and... why are you crushing me?

I suppose it would have been an amazing occasion to say that the words... the mask is not the real child of this house but the adopted child, but I thought a little bit before answering what I could have predicted from the way in.

"Right... if I insist, is it a sin?

"Tsumi almost?

I said, stroking Kyoton and the head of the green-haired child in front of him with his neck hanging.

"Well, half of your predicament is my fault. I was just trying to be responsible."

It wouldn't convey meaning to a green-haired kid in front of me, but that's fine. Because this is only my ego.

Well, to be honest, at first it was something I suggested because I couldn't leave a child in the same situation as Laurier, but that changed after the green-haired kid in front of me woke up.

Because I realized that the green-haired child in front of me was not the fruit child of the Marquis Viktail or something, but was Laurier's brother-in-law, the adopted child who would have been picked up at home in the maiden game - the villain warrant lady, and was probably a childhood of the mask himself, one of the targets of the attack.

No, seriously at first, I didn't know, but the fact that the prince was trying to come up with as many other targets as possible from the one that was the subject of the attack is now tied up... yeah, well, in brief, it's also my responsibility for not taking over the adopted son that this kid is being treated like this, so I wanted to take that responsibility properly.

"Don't worry, you'll be fine."

I almost smiled at the child with a worried expression in front of me.

"Well... are you ready -? Duke. Well?

When I was relaxed enough, a sword teacher asked me that. Because I don't doubt the superiority of that look, or the kind of look that made fun of this one... but I nodded lightly at it and then I said it.

"It's okay. And let me tell you something... if you don't want to get hurt too badly, you're gonna have to give-up early."

"Heh... that's with a lot of confidence"

I give you one piece of advice, but the man was smiling sparingly, unchanged as to whether he regarded it as just a vanity.

Well, as far as I'm concerned, I gave you a warning, and all you have to do is trust Mr. Callis' specs?

"Then give me a signal to start... the Marquis of Victor. Can I ask you a favor?

"Yeah, yeah. But, Duke of Fall. Please don't push me..."

"I know."

I smiled lightly and then turned my gaze to the man in front of me to concentrate my consciousness, as I had a worrying expression when I pointed my gaze at the mask.

"So... here we go!

The battle began in the words of the Marquis Viktaire.

The man gave a niggling look without change, but he put his sword in front of him and gave me a bare gesture asking him how to get out of here... but when I went straight in without worrying about it, he bounced off vigorously with the procedure of paying off his opponent's sword, which was kept loose.

"" Huh?

Gin! A question mark leaking from the man in front of you and the Marquis of Victor with the sound of a sword swooping away. The man in front of me had the look of not knowing what had happened, but I said with a light sword on its neck and a thin slash of the skin.

"You can re-compartmentalize it if you still want... but at least if this is the battlefield, your neck would have already acted separate from your torso."

Don't get on with it!

The man goes to pick up the sword indefensibly, whether it's on my mind or not, but without daring to chase it, he waits for the man to be ready.

Eventually, when I picked up the sword, the man shook this one so hard that he shook his sword into me.

I avoid that lightly. Honestly, a body from a previous life would undoubtedly be in two blades without being able to chase it. It's the speed of the sword... but from Mr. Callis' physical abilities, I can stop and see it, so I can avoid it at my leisure.

"Damn it! I can't believe..."

Man's sword judgment isn't bad, but... is it because of something fundamentally different in body making? None of this poses a threat to Mr. Callis, and his opponent gets a little pathetic.

I avoid attacks that cause them to be repeated more than once, sometimes playing the opponent's sword over and over and over again.

of Mr. Callis' godly body against a man whose breathing is gradually disturbed. I said, staring at it chilly without a sweat.

"Is it time for you to surrender?

Are you kidding me! Am I gonna lose to nobility or something!!

I didn't mean to provoke you, but... yeah, he set his opponent's fighting spirit on fire.

You don't get this one if you keep going, and... is it time to put on some serious scratches?

That's what I said after I bounced my sword again. Now I took the cutting edge of the sword to the front of the man's eyeball.

"If you're not gonna surrender, I'm gonna get one eye like this, but what are you gonna do?

"Eh!? Damn it!!

You got that word on your head. The man came at me like this, beating me alive, so I dare to take the sword once and then replace it with the other fist at the right time.

"Guh! My hands!!

- As a result, a man whose sword is lightly stabbed in a man's fist and bored with pain.

Luckily, it wasn't that strong of momentum, or the blade never ate in too deep, but still there was blood coming out of my fist trying to punch me.

Well, you won't die of massive bleeding, but... it's time to get tired of the boulders, so I swing my sword at the man lying on the ground in agony.

"Bye... goodbye"

"Hih!"

- I stabbed the man in the ground with a shiny face.

The man was falling out of that shock or lost his mind and white-eyed... but I said with a smile to the Marquis Viktaire looking at this one with a stunned look without showing any interest in it.

"Well... now you have no objection to my teaching your son, do you?

It will not be necessary to tell you that there was a Marquis Viktail who turned blue in his face and nodded many times and one child with green hair who stared at this one next to him with a sparkling eye.