Father, I Won’t Do Anything

Without waiting for a response, Mikael lifted Jaina up, holding her by his side.

Unlike before, he succeeded in lifting her this time, likely because he had cast a strengthening spell.

However, Jaina could clearly feel him trembling. She could even hear a slight cracking sound coming from his waist.

“If I’m heavy, just put me down.”

“If I’m heavy, just put me down~”

“Don’t repeat what I say.”

“Don’t repeat what I say~”

For someone kidnapping her, Mikael mocked Jaina by imitating her words. He was truly a shameless villain.

‘Using that soft baritone voice to tease a child.’

Jaina quickly gave up on resisting, thinking that if she kept engaging with Mikael, she would end up acting just as childish as him.

‘But it’s strange. If it were the original Mikael, he would avoid a sick person like me, saying there’s no need to catch a pointless cold.’

Was a dragon being sick really that interesting? Jaina tilted her head.

“By the way, where are we going?”

As Jaina quieted down, Mikael moved forward smoothly. But the direction seemed a bit odd.

“You foolish baby dragon. You’ve been deceived by me. I’m kidnapping you to sell you for a high price.”

“Ooh.”

However, as usual, Jaina showed little reaction. Mikael let out an exasperated chuckle.

“We’re heading outside the Magic Tower and you’re just thinking about that? This could be a path leading to your death, you know?”

Jaina nodded her small chin.

“I was wondering if I’ll become a reagent or a holy sword.”

“Crazy…”

“Personally, I prefer a holy sword. It’s cool, isn’t it?”

“They say blood doesn’t lie. From a crazy father comes a crazy daughter.”

Mikael shook his head as if appalled.

Jaina was a bit surprised to hear Mikael imply that she was Diamid’s daughter.

“Don’t go spreading that around.”

But Mikael seemed more concerned about expressing that the Tower Lord was crazy.

‘He seems the most insane one though…’

A crazy nephew under a crazy uncle.

Even if her blood tie was stronger, Mikael was the one who had been with Diamid longer.

“Unfortunately, you won’t become a holy sword today. I have something to check.”

Indeed, the place Mikael was taking Jaina while holding her was not the Magic Tower where research could be conducted, but outside.

“Have a good look around.”

Mikael confidently exited through the path Jaina had been sneaking out every night, receiving a greeting from the gatekeeper. It felt strange.

“Open, Teleportation Magic Circle.”

“Preparing immediate teleportation magic.”

Woong-

As mana was injected, a magic circle containing geometric content began to unfold one by one.

Jaina recalled what she had read in a novel.

Teleportation magic circles could only be used in very special and urgent cases. And the procedure was also very complicated.

However…

“The young lady you’re holding, her identity is…”

“She’s my granddaughter’s niece.”

Mikael answered casually as usual.

There was no way Mikael, who looked to be in his late teens, could have a granddaughter’s niece, let alone a daughter Jaina’s age, but the staff member nodded obediently.

“I’ll write that she was accompanied by someone trusted as Mikael Bellafanian. We’ll skip the identity verification because we’re busy.”

“You’re doing a good job?”

“Haha, usually I’m not like this. It’s only natural since it’s none other than you, sir Mikael, who works tirelessly day and night for the Magic Tower…”

“Let’s just focus on work.”

“I apologize.”

Woong-

Mikael stepped onto the prepared teleportation magic circle, still holding Jaina by his side. Soon, a light so bright it could be felt even with eyes closed poured down.

Woong-

And it was teleportation magic again. This time, there was no long-distance teleportation magic circle gate, but Mikael easily performed spatial movement by mumbling something. He was one of the few geniuses in history.

‘Monsters everywhere, here and there.’

Mikael quickly moved his steps and abruptly opened the door of a mansion.

Startled by the sudden opening of the door, the people inside soon adopted a respectful attitude.

“Welcome, sir Mikael Bellafanian!”

The final destination after several teleportations was the Capital’s atelier. Although he arrived without a reservation, the staff welcomed Mikael with smiling faces.

Jaina, who was put down on the floor after being held by Mikael, became lost in thought.

‘The Magic Tower is one thing, but even the Capital’s atelier welcomes him. As expected, being a magician of the Magic Tower is amazing…’

Suddenly, Jaina witnessed the staff members’ eyes shining with their hands clasped together.

Puzzled, Jaina followed their gaze.

‘Huh?’

At the end of their gaze was Mikael, smiling with satisfaction.

His blue eyes sparkled as if they contained the universe, his lips curved gently, his cheeks smooth. Even just a slight smile accentuated his beautifully sculpted features, making one dizzy.

With his arms crossed, he looked around the atelier with a satisfied expression. There were pre-made samples hanging there, including splendid and stylish clothes, neat and elegant clothes, and various others.

As Jaina looked around the atelier, she soon understood why the staff members were gazing at Mikael with twinkling eyes.

“Ah, I want to make clothes for sir Mikael as soon as possible. Take off that drab hoodie and put on a blue uniform to match his blue eyes…”

“No, to bring out his stunning features, we should use red. And add an epaulette that shines from any angle.”

“The standard is a white uniform. He’s literally a prince on a white horse. Ah, to waste that face and physique in the Magic Tower. This time, I’ll show my skills for sure.”

…It wasn’t that they saw him as amazing because he was a magician of the Magic Tower, but their eyes were filled with selfish desires to dress him in the clothes they made.

However, their wishes were shattered to pieces.

“Not for me, but for this kid.”

Today’s protagonist was not Mikael, but Jaina.

Jaina was startled and opened her eyes wide. A nearby madam approached and said:

“You know that today is the day sir Mikael is supposed to have his attire made for the imperial ball, right? We don’t have the capacity to make clothes that would fit the young lady here.”

“Cancel the multiple outfits you were going to make for me and just tailor clothes for this shorty.”

“I don’t mind, but will Her Highness Princess Elia be okay with it? Princess Elia told us to make as many clothes as possible for you, sir Mikael, so all the designers in the atelier haven’t taken any other work.”

At those words, Mikael flinched and gritted his teeth.

“My aunt won’t even listen when I say I’m not going to the ball. She only says I’ll die if I don’t attend…”

“That’s because you rarely show your face to Princess Elia.”

“What’s the point of showing my face? Our Ice Princess is always scolding and exuding murderous energy.”

Mikael was the nephew of both the Lord of the Magic Tower Diamid and the outstanding swordswoman Princess Elia.

“My parents died early too. Do I really have no luck with blood relatives?”

Mikael groaned for a while and then spoke as if he had made a firm decision.

“Then just make one outfit… Just one outfit for me. If you hide behind my aunt like last time and tell me to try on dozens of outfits, I’ll blow up the atelier.”

He seemed to really hate wearing clothes, as Mikael’s aura turned murderous.

With lingering regret in her eyes, the madam stepped back at the sight of his menacing gaze.

“Then what should I tell Princess Elia?”

“Tell her I had no choice but to have clothes made for my adorable cousin whom I love to death.”

Mikael gritted his teeth and held Jaina, who was by his side, a little closer.

“A poor child who got drenched and caught a cold from wearing wet clothes because she had nothing else to wear. Come to think of it, where’s the healing potion? That old hag, no, Hilvenzia must have left some in exchange for the clothing cost. I’ll pay back with interest, so hand it over.”

Jaina’s eyes widened again at those words, but Mikael still didn’t notice.

“Here it is, sir Mikael.”

“Argh, why did that old hag have to go on a business trip and make things complicated?”

Mikael put Jaina down and opened the lid of the potion.

“Drink it all up, you immature kid who caught a cold from getting drenched.”

Jaina stared at the transparent, glowing light pink healing potion.

She had read about it in a novel.

Potions imbued with healing power were extremely rare and expensive.

This was because they required holy water that was difficult to obtain, the power of a high-ranking priest, and the skill of an excellent alchemist.

That was the reason why Hilvenzia, who had made a mark in alchemy, showed no interest in potions.

It was difficult to obtain holy water unless one had a close relationship with the temple, and the quantity and effectiveness fell short of expectations compared to the effort put into making them.

“I can’t accept it.”

Jaina hid her hands behind her back and shook her head. She firmly expressed her refusal, even if in a nasally voice.

“Both the tailor-made clothes from the atelier and the healing potion are too much for me.”

Mikael chuckled, sat down, and lightly pulled Jaina’s hair.

The whisper in her ear tickled.

“Shorty. Do you think I’m giving you clothes and a healing potion because I like you?”

“Of course not, but…”

“Right now, I’m hiding behind my ‘beloved sister’ and scheming to escape from the atelier designers.”

At those words, Jaina recalled the designers who had been glinting their eyes at Mikael earlier.

“These monsters here, once the clothes are finished, that’s it. But they keep taking the clothes away, saying they’ll have me try them on and make modifications. Not only do they exhaust people, but they also try to devour them.”

Mikael furrowed his brows. But even his frowning face had a unique atmosphere due to his good looks.

“And as for the healing potion, listen. I’m giving it to you because you need to have clothes fitted and pass a health checkup, got it? Holy power heals the biggest illness first. Do you expect this busy body to go through the hassle of taking you here and there?”

Mikael pulled his face away from where he had leaned in to whisper and shoved the healing potion into Jaina’s mouth.