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I Killed an Academy Player Chapter 267: Side Story – ‘Fathers-in-Law’ Please Give Me Your Daughters! (3)

Chapter 267: Side Story – ‘Fathers-in-Law’ Please Give Me Your Daughters! (3)

I looked at the​⁠‍ envelope of money⁠‌‌ in front of‍‌ me.

Yes,‌‍‌ it was money‍​‌ given by the​ king of the​ Potato Empire—the Dunaleff‌ House.

It​​ was surely a check with an⁠ absurd sum.

But​‍‍ that wasn’t the​ important part.

I had already made​⁠⁠ Marie my woman.⁠‌‌

I couldn’t accept this‍​‌ no matter how‌ much money it​‍‍ was.

“I‍‌ can’t accept it,‌‍‌ father-in-law!”

“I‌ told you not⁠‍ to call me⁠ father-in-law!!”

The⁠ duke convulsed when‌ he heard “father-in-law.”‌‌⁠ But I couldn’t‍‍ back down.

“I​ can’t accept this‌‌⁠ money!”

“Is⁠ it because it’s​‌ too little?”

“No!”‍‌‌

“One‌​‌ million isn’t enough‍ for you? Then‍‌​ I’ll give you‌​ two million!”

“Either​ way, no— Huh?”‍‍

How⁠ much did he⁠ say?

Two‍‌‌ million gold?

20‍ trillion dollars?

As‌ my mind finished⁠​ converting the currency,​‍​ Duke Marde slammed‌‌⁠ the table and⁠⁠ pointed at me⁠​ as if he‍ knew.

“This‍ bastard is tempted,​ isn’t he?! Huh!?‌⁠​ You’re considering it,‌‍ right!”

“N-no,‌‌⁠ it’s not that.”‍‌‍

It’s⁠ because I never‌ imagined a father-in-law​‍ would offer me​ twenty damn trillion‍⁠ to leave his‍‍ daughter! It’s not⁠‍‍ that I was⁠⁠‌ considering it!

“I‍⁠‌ knew a filthy‍‌ worm that wants‌⁠‍ to build a harem would react‌​‍ like this!”

“It’s‍‌‍ obvious! Like a parasite stuck to‍‍‍ our Marie, the​⁠ poor thing doesn’t‌​‍ know how to​‍ say no and​ keeps getting dragged‍ along by you!”‍

“Just⁠​ because you’re a hero everything is‌​⁠ allowed? Just because‍‌‌ you’re an elite‌⁠ knight you think‌ you can come‍‌‌ and take my⁠​ daughter like it’s​ nothing? Miserable thief!”⁠‍‍

Face​‍‌ red, the duke​‌⁠ looked around and​‍‌ grabbed a steaming⁠​ espresso cup.

“Father-in-law,‌​ no!”

I grabbed his hand.⁠ No more telenovela‌ scenes!

“You‌​ can’t throw it⁠ at me! It’s‍⁠⁠ hot!”

“That’s​​‌ why I’m going‌‍‍ to throw it⁠​ at you! Let‌ go! Are you⁠⁠ going to let‍⁠‌ me go or‍‌ not?!”

“I’m‌ heat-immune anyway! Even⁠⁠ if you set‍⁠ me on fire,⁠‌⁠ not a single‌‍‌ hair burns!”

“And​‌ what about it?!⁠ It’s so you’ll​ feel terrible, idiot!”‍‌​

“Calm​​ down! Marie and⁠‌​ I even already‌‌ have a child!”​⁠​

“What…!?⁠ Hahaha, do you‌‍ think I’ll believe‍‍⁠ that? Don’t use⁠‍​ Duggu for your‌‍‌ tricks! He’s eleventh⁠‌ in the line⁠ of succession.”

“…He‌‍⁠ entered the succession?⁠‍ And me?”

“Why‍‍‌ the hell would⁠‍ I leave anything⁠‌‌ to you?”

“But​⁠⁠ I’m his biological⁠⁠ father.”

What!?⁠ I want to‌ enter the line‍ of succession too!‌‌

“Let‌​​ go of me!”‍

“I’m‌‌⁠ not letting go!”‍

“I‌ said let go!”⁠

The​ duke was a high mage. I was a supreme⁠ knight. Obviously, when‌‍‍ pushing, he was​​‌ the one being⁠‍ forced back.

“Sir,‌‍ calm down, calm‌‌ down.”

The⁠ guards gently warned⁠⁠ us, and when⁠​ I responded yes,​ the duke freaked‌⁠ out even more.‌‍

“What​​ are you doing!?⁠⁠ I was attacked!⁠⁠ Arrest him right‌⁠ now!”

“…”​⁠

“…”‌⁠‍

The​​‌ guards made a face like “there’s‌⁠ no way.” The​⁠⁠ captain said honestly.‌‍‌

“Who‌‌​ could detain a Sun Knight? We‌ saw his battle‍ records—he literally flies.”⁠

“Hey,‍‍ useless idiots!”

“Duke,‍ for Miss Marie’s⁠ future, calm down⁠​ and speak slowly.”‌‍​

“Tsk…”‌‌

He⁠⁠ tried calling for‍⁠ the butler Paul⁠⁠ or the wyvern‍​‍ cavalry captain, Berg,​​ but in the‍‌ end he gave⁠‍⁠ up.

“Haa…”‌⁠‍

The​‌​ duke looked like​ he had aged​‍ ten years in‌⁠‌ an instant. I felt a bit⁠‍⁠ sorry for him.‌

“Ehm…⁠‌ father-in-law.”

“Don’t…⁠​ call me that…​ haa…”

He‍⁠ sighed, no longer​‌ having the strength‍ to argue.

“Then…⁠ the marriage…”

“…You​ intend to do⁠⁠‍ it, right?”

“Well…​‍‍ yes.”

“And‌​ you really… plan​⁠‍ to marry all​‌ seven?”

“Yes…”‍

The‍‍ duke lowered his​​‌ head and answered.‍

“Do‌ it.”

“Huh?”‌‌​

Just​​‍ like that? So​ easily?

“Just⁠‍‍ like that?”

“…It⁠ was part of‌ a pact.”

“A‍‌‍ pact?”

The⁠​ story went back​ to last winter,‌ during the famous‍‍⁠ “Great Battle for​ the Son-in-law.”

— My Corin will​ marry Marie.

— No. I’ll give‌​ him my two⁠ daughters and make​‍‍ him a consort.‍⁠

— Don’t touch the​ son-in-law I paid‍‌ more for.

It⁠ was an absurd‌‌ war between Dunaleff,​⁠ El Ras, and⁠ Arden.

Dozens‌ of trillions moving,‍ troops deployed, tax​​‌ audits on allied​​ noble families.

In‌‍ the end, they‌ stopped the war‍ through an agreement.​⁠

But​​ the war hadn’t‌‍​ ended, only been​‌​ postponed. When the‍ continent stabilized, it‍ would erupt again.‌​

“We​ made an agreement—if‍​⁠ after everything the⁠​‍ problems resurfaced, we‌ would let the⁠​​ children decide.”

“Oh…”‍

“Oh?”‍

“Nothing,​​ nothing.”

I avoided his fierce‍‌‌ gaze and nodded​ as if I understood everything.

“We‌‍ couldn’t destroy the‍​⁠ entire kingdom just‌⁠‌ to get a son-in-law…”

So​ there was a pact behind all‌ this…?

I suppose my value‍‍ was so high‌⁠​ that none of⁠​ them wanted to‍ leave me completely‌‍‍ in the hands​‌ of the others.​​ Sharing me was‌ better than letting‍ one monopolize me.‌⁠

I shot up and⁠‌ bowed deeply to​​ the duke.

“Father-in-law!​ Thank you for​⁠‌ giving me your⁠​ daughter!”

“S-stop…​‌ call— Aaaagh!”

Still‌​‍ trembling with anger,‍⁠ he took my​ hand. I spoke‌⁠ sincerely.

“I​‍‌ will make Marie⁠‌ happy. Truly. Please⁠⁠‌ trust me.”

“Ghh….”​​​

Though‍‍​ distrustful, he ended‌⁠‌ up accepting me.‍⁠‍

“Take‌​ care of my​ Marie… please!”

I thought this would‌⁠ be the biggest​‌ obstacle, but it⁠ was easier than‌ expected.

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“Corin!‍⁠ How did it‌ go?”

“Your​‍ dad accepted!”

“Really?!”​

I lifted Marie in​‌‌ my arms. I felt the duke’s‍​ bitter gaze, but⁠‌ it was too‍⁠‌ late.

As‍‌ I lifted her,​‌‍ I admired her​⁠ generous curves. I no longer had‍‌​ any reason to⁠​ hold back.

“I​ can’t believe this⁠ is mine…”

“Hmm?​‌ What is?”

“Nothing…‌ wife.”

“Yes,⁠ husband!”

“I​​‍ offer my entire​⁠ fortune to whoever‍ kills that bastard…”‍‌​

“No,​⁠‌ Duke…”

“Please​ control yourself…”

***‌

The‌​⁠ Kingdom of El‌ Ras was practically⁠ an empire that‍‍ dominated most of​‍ the continent.

And⁠​‍ because it possessed‍ such a vast‌‍ territory, the defense‍ of its borders​ was more important‍ than anything else.‌‌​

For​⁠ a long time,‍‌ the most unstable‍​ areas of the‌ kingdom had been‍ the north and‍ the east.

In‍‍‌ particular, the east—an‍‍⁠ important trade route‍‍‍ connecting to the​⁠ eastern kingdoms, and⁠‍‍ at the same​ time bordering monster-filled‌‌ regions and demon-infested‍​⁠ zones.

Unlike‍⁠ the south, which​ enjoyed fertile lands‍‍ and sea, the​‍ east was arid​⁠ and harsh. That‌‌⁠ is why the‍​⁠ “warrior nobles” prospered‍​ there, families that‌ solved everything with​‌​ military power.

It‍ was in that⁠‍ east, full of⁠⁠⁠ warrior families, where‌ a man appeared⁠‌ and changed everything.‌‌

Garand​ Arden, the Emperor​⁠​ of the Sword.⁠⁠

A man who was​​ the pinnacle of⁠‌‍ his era.

His‍‍⁠ appearance marked the​⁠ beginning of the‍​ pacification of the‍‍ eastern region.

In‍⁠⁠ his youth, he‌ dominated through pure‍ brute strength.

In‍‍ his maturity, he‍‌‌ displayed an unprecedented‍‌ martial mastery.

Raising⁠‍ the prestige of‌​‌ House Arden—already famous‍‌‌ for its sword⁠ arts—to a position‌‍ unreachable for any⁠‍ common family.

And​​ although it was‌ Garand who built‍‌ the foundation, those‌‍‍ who elevated House​ Arden to the⁠​‍ level of a prestigious national power‌ were the current​​ patriarch Gerard Arden‍‍ and his wife,‍​ Sophia Arden.

As‌⁠ a swordsman, Gerard‌​ had average talent.⁠‍⁠

But​⁠​ as a businessman,‌ he was a genius.

He‍‍​ founded Arden academies‍ across the continent,​ strengthening the influence‍‍ of the eastern‍‍‍ main house thanks​ to the exclusive⁠⁠⁠ permits granted only‍‌ to the direct‍⁠‌ line.

And​‍‍ none of that‌ would have been​​ possible without his‌​‌ wife, Sophia Arden.‌‌

She​​ possessed a talent‌​ comparable to her​⁠ husband’s, but in‍ the theory of⁠ combat.

She⁠‌‍ was the one​​‌ who compiled and​‌⁠ structured the martial⁠⁠‌ arts theory of‍‍⁠ the Arden style.​‍

The⁠​ Emperor of the‌‌‍ Sword Garand Arden​ had developed the‌ final theory of⁠‍‌ the Arden style,⁠ called the “Heavenly​‌​ Sword Theory”—the absurd​​​ but symbolic idea​⁠‍ that an absolute‌⁠​ master could cut‍ even the sky.‍

Sophia‌‌⁠ classified that concept⁠⁠​ into single-sword arts,​‌​ dual-sword arts, long‌ swords, daggers, and‌ illusionary swords.

Thanks‍ to her theory,​ the complex “Heavenly‌⁠⁠ Sword” could be⁠‍ transformed into a manual accessible to⁠‌‌ common people.

If‍‍ the supreme technique​⁠ were handed directly‍ to people, they⁠ couldn’t even imitate‌ the first line.‌‍‌

That’s⁠ why Sophia’s systematized‍​ theory was essential⁠​⁠ for the national​‍‌ expansion of the‍​ Arden style.

And⁠​⁠ so, three generations​‌ after the Emperor‌⁠ of the Sword—‌​

Two⁠⁠ brilliant swordmasters were‌​​ born in the‌‍ Arden family.

Lunia‌⁠ Arden, the prodigy​​ swordswoman who rose⁠​‍ to Semi-Elite Knight⁠⁠‍ as the youngest​​ in history, and⁠ considered the most‍ promising heiress.

And‌ Alisha Arden, the‌‍ family’s troublemaker, who‍​ blossomed in the‍ academy and managed‍ to manifest “Domain‌ Cut,” the zenith⁠‍ of the Arden​⁠​ style.

While⁠‌ the family secretly⁠‌ debated which of⁠​ the two would‌​ be the next​ leader, their return⁠‌‌ home became a huge event.

And‍⁠‌ even more so⁠​​ because they were​ returning with the‍​ supreme hero of‌ the Solar War,​‌‍ Corin Loch.

“We‍ greet Sir Corin​⁠‍ Loch!”

“We⁠‌ greet Sir Corin‌⁠‍ Loch!!”

Thousands⁠​ of muscular men‌‌‌ bowed in unison.‌

It​​‍ looked like entering⁠ the headquarters of‌​⁠ a mafia.

“What​​​ a reception.”

Lunia‌ let out a small laugh. She‌⁠ had received exactly‍​‌ the same treatment‌ a few minutes‍⁠​ earlier.

“Lunia,‌⁠​ you didn’t order‍‌​ this, right?”

“Many‍‌⁠ must have come‍‌ on their own.⁠ You know the​⁠ customs here.”

“Survival‌‌⁠ of the strongest,​‍‌ right?”

“And⁠ they’re not doing‌ it just because⁠ of you.”

Her⁠‍‌ gaze turned toward‌ the back of‌⁠‌ the residence. A prickling sensation emanated‌ from there.

“Ugh…​⁠⁠ Grandpa must be‌⁠⁠ here.”

Alisha‍‌​ shrank, clinging to​‌ my side as​⁠⁠ if she saw‍⁠⁠ a ghost.

“Weren’t⁠ you close with⁠ the Emperor of‍ the Sword?”

Of‍ her entire family,‌​ only Lunia and​ Garand had protected‍‍​ her when she‍‍ was scorned.

“Mmm…⁠‌ I’ve surpassed most⁠​ of them already.‍⁠ But the old⁠​ man… I still‌​ can’t beat him.”⁠⁠

“…”‌‌

So‍‍ this girl also⁠‍‍ had the eastern‍ “might makes right”​‍​ mindset embedded.

“I​​‍ guess Alisha really⁠ is a legitimate‌ daughter of the​⁠ Ardens.”

“Well…‍‍⁠ let’s go.”

Thousands​⁠ of swordsmen opened⁠ a path for⁠​ us toward the‍‍ center of the‌‌ Arden residence.

“Oh~⁠​ you arrived.”

There‌⁠ were the former‌ patriarch Garand Arden,‍‌ the current patriarch⁠ Gerard Arden, and‌ Sophia Arden.

“Sit‌‌ down.”

The‍⁠‍ one leading the‌ meeting was not‌‌‌ the current patriarch,‍​ but the former​‌ one.

The⁠ name of the‌‌ Emperor of the⁠‍‌ Sword was still‌ legendary across the​ continent.

His‌⁠ strength was at⁠ a world level.⁠‌

Not​⁠ even a “patriarch”‍⁠ could compete with⁠‍‍ that authority.

“Then,⁠‍​ excuse me…”

I sat in the‌​ guest seat, with⁠ Alisha and Lunia​​ at my sides.‍‌‍ A few gazes​​⁠ watched us.

“Hm~‍⁠ Yes, I already⁠ heard. You want‌ to take Lunia‌​ and Alisha as⁠ wives?”

“Father…”⁠⁠‍

The‍‌ one who protested​ wasn’t the patriarch,‍‍‍ but the patriarch’s‌ wife, Sophia.

“We’ve⁠​‌ come to formalize​⁠​ alliances. Please moderate⁠‌​ your words.”

“The‍ daughter-in-law is still​‌‌ just as harsh.”⁠⁠⁠

“…I’m​ sorry.”

“Come‌⁠‍ on, dear, don’t‍‌⁠ be so strict.”⁠‌

Gerard​‌‍ intervened gently. They​‍‌ said Sophia was‌‌ far stronger than‍ him in combat.‌

In‌‍ the past she‍‌​ would have called​⁠ me a bastard​ and a womanizer,⁠ but after my⁠‍⁠ own recent sins,⁠‍⁠ I had no​ moral ground to⁠‍ judge her.

“Besides,⁠​ Sir Corin Loch,‍⁠‌ Sun Knight, wants​​ to take our‌⁠ daughters as wives.‌ It’s an honor⁠ for the family​ and a blessing‍ for the east.”​​

Sophia‍‍‍ didn’t seem delighted,‌ but neither did‌‌ she oppose the‍ double marriage.

After⁠ having been betrayed‍ by her husband,‌‌ perhaps these things⁠​​ no longer surprised​⁠ her.

As⁠‌‍ the conversation progressed,‌ the Emperor of‍‍⁠ the Sword asked⁠⁠ me.

“So‍​⁠ then, boy. Did⁠⁠ you manage to‍​​ imprint your intent⁠ into your sword?”⁠

“Yes.”‌

“I’m‌‌⁠ curious. What essence⁠‌ did you imprint‌‌ in your martial‍‌ art?”

It‌‌‍ was a question‌‍ from one warrior​​ to another.

During‍‍⁠ the promotion duel‌‍​ in the Guardian⁠ Association, he had​ already given me‍ hints.

If‍⁠‌ not for him⁠ and my master,⁠⁠ I never would‍ have come this‌‌​ far.

It‌ was only right⁠​ to answer him.‌

“Penetration…⁠‌ and absence.”

“You‌‌ mastered two essences?”‍‌‍

I nodded, and Garand​‍ let out a huge laugh.

“Well,​‌ well. You’re a monster. We need​‌ to give you‍ more descendants. Gerard!”‌

“Y-yes,‍​⁠ father?”

Gerard‌ responded, startled by​‌ the call.

“Choose‍‌​ some pretty girls​ from the secondary⁠ branches. Give a couple to the​ boy.”

“Father!”​​⁠

Not‍​ even Sophia’s protest​‌‍ stopped him. Gerard‍ only obeyed reverently.​​‌

The‌ one who broke⁠‍ this insanity was​ me.

“I​ refuse.”

“Hm?‌⁠ Want to stay‌​ chaste? What nonsense.⁠ A hero should⁠⁠ impregnate twenty or⁠​ thirty women.”

“What‌⁠⁠ kind of stupidity‌⁠​ are you saying?”‌‍

“…!!”⁠‍⁠

Everyone‌ was horrified.

I had directly insulted‍‍ the Emperor of​‌ the Sword.

Not‌​ even the king‍‌ would dare speak⁠ to him like​‍ that.

“Stop‌‍⁠ deciding things as‌‍ you please. I will not allow‍​ you to belittle⁠ Lunia and Alisha.”‌

But⁠‌‌ I wasn’t just‍​ anyone.

I was Corin Loch,​‍​ Sun Knight, the‍‌‌ man who saved⁠ the world.

Not‍​ even the Emperor⁠ of the Sword‍ could crush me⁠ anymore.

“Hehehe…‍ very well. But​‌ tell me honestly—are‌​⁠ they really only‍ two? I heard⁠‍ there are more‍‌‍ women around you.”‍

“…”‍‌​

He​ hit me where⁠ it hurt. I was going to‍ tell them anyway.​​

“Actually—”‍‍

I told them about‍​ Marie and the⁠​‌ rest of my​‌ future wives. Also​ about my meetings​​​ with the in-laws‌ to ask for‍ permission.

“…”‌‌

“…”​

Neither⁠‌ Garand nor Gerard‍⁠⁠ reacted much.

Of‌ course—it made sense.⁠ The royal family,‍⁠ the Dunaleff, and‌‍‌ the Ardens already​‍ had a pact.⁠

Better‍⁠ to accept my‍‌ harem than start‍⁠‌ another civil war.‌

“Hahaha,​ Sir Corin is​​ exactly as the‍⁠ rumors say! A great hero who⁠​ walks a great‍‍⁠ path!”

Gerard⁠‌ was the first‍‌ to speak.

He‌⁠ practically begged to⁠⁠ accept me while⁠​ praising my harem.⁠​‍

And‌‍‌ now he was‌ my father-in-law, so​‍‍ I had to​​⁠ endure it.

“Good,​ I approve. Have‌⁠ many children.”

Garand‍‍ also accepted. I didn’t expect him​⁠ to oppose.

So⁠ House Arden was⁠⁠ also approved?

The‌ next place to‌ visit was—

“Are⁠ you insane?”

A cold voice cut‌​‌ through the air.⁠

“Mother-in-law?”‌

“Mother?”‌‍

The⁠​ unexpected opposition came‍ from Sophia Arden.‌​

Even‍ Lunia and Alisha‍‌⁠ froze.

“A​⁠ man wants to⁠ have seven wives?​​‌ What kind of‌ shameless adultery is⁠ that?”

She⁠ stood up abruptly.​‍ Her burning gaze‌‌‌ made it clear​ she would never​‍ approve of this.‍‍⁠

“I‌‌​ do not approve⁠ of this marriage!”⁠

A completely logical and‍⁠ normal reaction.

Of⁠​⁠ course it came‍ from the mother-in-law.⁠

***‌⁠⁠

Arden‌ guest room.

Lunia,‍​ Alisha, and I were resting from‌ the trip.

“Will‌‌‍ everything be okay?”‍‌‍

Alisha‍​ was the first​‍ to speak.

“Hard​‌ to say.”

“Corin,‍‌‍ you’re the one⁠‍ involved. How can​ you be so⁠ calm?”

“…She⁠⁠‍ didn’t say anything‌​ wrong.”

What​‌ parent would approve‌ of their daughters‍​⁠ being put into‌‍‍ a harem?

“The‍​​ only normal one‍ here is Lady​ Sophia. The Emperor‍‌ of the Sword​‍​ and Gerard aren’t‌‍​ in their right⁠ minds.”

“Grandpa‍ only thinks that‍​ as long as​⁠⁠ the man is‌⁠⁠ strong, nothing else⁠⁠‌ matters. Dad sees‌⁠‌ everything as business.”⁠⁠

Lunia‍​ analyzed her family⁠‍ with precision. Alisha​ tilted her head.‍‌

“Business?”⁠​

“Corin​⁠​ is the symbol‍ of the Solar⁠ War. And as‌ an Elite Knight,​‍⁠ he will follow​‌ in Grandpa’s footsteps.⁠​‍ Besides, we have‌​ to consider his‌ connections with the‌ royal family and​⁠ Dunaleff.”

“Aahh…”‍

Lunia‍‌ smiled and stroked‌⁠ my cheek.

“Also,‍​ our husband is​​⁠ handsome, talented, and‍ has more than⁠‍ enough connections.”

“Ahem…”‌⁠

This⁠​ woman spoiled me​⁠ more than she⁠‍‍ showed.

“In‌‌ any case, don’t⁠‍ worry too much.​ My mother has‍​ weight in the⁠⁠​ family, but not⁠ even she can​​‌ go against both​ Dad and Grandpa.”‍⁠

“I‍​ want to convince‍ her properly…”

I wanted to be⁠‍​ accepted. It was​⁠ the least I could do.

“Time‌ will resolve it.”​

Maybe‍‍‍ I should trust‌‌‌ Lunia—I was thinking​‌ that when—

“Lunia!⁠ Alisha!”

Someone‌ knocked on the⁠​ door. A servant‌‌ was panting from⁠ having run.

“What’s​‍ happening?”

“Lady‍⁠ Sophia…!”

Sophia?​​

The‍⁠ news the servant‍⁠ gave us was‍ something none of‍⁠ us could have‌⁠‌ imagined.

“Lady‌‌ Sophia has started​‌ a hunger strike‍⁠​ to oppose the⁠‌ marriage!”

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