Chapter 175

Suddenly, three girls showed up and stopped Damian, so the fight ended with a rather anticlimactic result.

It was also troublesome to keep causing a commotion outside and talking there, so I decided to take them to the mansion’s parlor for a private conversation. However, the problem was…

“Did you happen to have children with women before I came in?”

“Shut your mouth before I seal you away, Ares.”

These three girls look exactly like me, seriously. Plus, their hair colors are white, black, and brown… And that brat Damian, who they call “big brother,” has sky-blue hair… No way, damn it.

But somehow, that brat Damian noticed exactly what I didn’t want to hear and blurted it out.

“I know exactly what you’re thinking, what possibility you’re denying. And unfortunately, I have to tell you that possibility is the correct answer.”

“…What?”

“These girls, and even I, share the same strength, personality, and everything else under one name: Werner Altan.”

Madness… damn it, so it was insanity.

I tried my best to maintain my sanity and face that madness head-on.

“Excuse me, sir, you look about eighteen or nineteen? I’m twenty-nine. Unless I was obsessed with colors since I was a kid, that’s impossible…”

“But seeing how you’re managing four women at that age, it seems quite possible, doesn’t it?”

“Ares, if you weren’t immortal, I would’ve put two holes in your head by now.”

“Haha, that’s scary.”

But Damian seemed really bothered by something and showed an annoyed expression.

“Let’s stop the pointless banter here. And the doubt you just showed is actually quite reasonable. I’d doubt it too. So I’ll answer as concisely as possible.”

He casually dropped a bombshell while clasping his hands.

“We’re from 20 years in the future.”

“Haha, what nonsense.”

So they’re just crazy people who look like me. Haha, how did I end up with flowers in my hair at such a young age…

“Our grandmother, your mother… she’s quite high up, isn’t she?”

“How the hell do you know that…?”

“It was our grandmother who sent us here. Want me to show you the contract I made with the Spirit King?”

Seeing how confident he is and how he knows secrets about my mother… it doesn’t seem like a lie. But still, the idea of them coming from the future sounds too unbelievable.

“Alright, let’s say that’s true. Why did you come all the way back here?”

“You’re planning to go to the forest where the Spirit King of Wood resides to stop the Black Round Table, right? We need to go there too.”

…I hadn’t even told anyone whether I was going or not. At this point, I guess I have to believe them.

“Why would I lose there?”

“I can’t go into detail about the fight. There are restrictions on my end. But you’ll suffer a major injury due to reasons I can’t explain, and you’ll annihilate the elites of the Black Round Table. However…”

“However?”

“There’s a snake in the Black Round Table. Not a metaphor—an actual snake-like monster. It feeds on recently dead corpses and can control them, just like Glacia’s magic sword.”

“Is that such a big deal?”

“The problem is that it keeps producing strong warriors like that. Like fish laying eggs. Imagine an army of people with the same body and strength as Felinoir of the Black Round Table, whom you fought before.”

Post-apocalyptic, huh? If that’s the case, I can somewhat understand why my mother sent them here.

“That snake only joined the Black Round Table to use them. The real danger we’re wary of is that snake.”

“Then you should’ve sent future me. Why send you guys?”

“Our parents went to that war when I was seven and never came back.”

Sigh… so we all die… I could see how serious the scale of this incident was.

“So we’re just here to kill that snake. We won’t interfere with your work.”

“Then why did you attack me?”

Damian seemed hesitant to answer that question. After a brief awkward silence, he finally spoke.

“…I’m not obligated to answer.”

“So you can answer but don’t want to. Got it.”

He had just said there were things he couldn’t explain, but now he’s saying he’s not obligated to answer. That must mean he could answer but chooses not to.

I reached out to the brown-haired girl who was munching on snacks. If my guess is right, she’s probably mine and Airi’s child. She looks about elementary school age…

“Here, if it’s tasty, have some more…”

But the girl suddenly hid behind Damian.

“Sigh… Aila…”

“Is her name Aila?”

“Yeah, I should introduce them. I’m Damian Altan, the eldest child between you and Lorcha.”

Then Damian pointed to Aila, who was hiding behind him.

“This snack-addicted dummy is Aila Altan, the youngest daughter between you and Airi. She’s 12.”

Then he pointed to the black-haired girl who was dozing off. She looked about middle school age.

“This sleepyhead is Violet Altan, the third daughter between you and Camellia. She’s 15.”

Finally, he pointed to the white-haired girl who was silently watching me. She also looked about middle school age.

“This stoic block of stone is Rachel Altan, the second daughter between you and Glacia. She’s 16.”

All of them had the same blue eyes as me. Except for Violet, who’s mine and Camellia’s child, the others all have blue eyes too… What is this, some kind of white dragon? If the three of them held hands, they’d become the ultimate white dragon.

“Hey, Damian… or rather, Damian… could you take off your mask? I just want to check something…”

Suddenly, I became curious about his eyes.

“I can’t take off the mask for reasons. It’s not that I can’t explain, but I’m not obligated to answer.”

“But I want to see…”

Then Rachel, the daughter between me and Glacia, intervened.

“Don’t even try to see this guy’s face. He doesn’t even show his face to family. We came here for the same purpose, but… I can’t stand this murderous lunatic either.”

“Murderous lunatic?”

“He killed all the relatives on my mother’s side who tried to help us, and even Lorcha’s relatives. In a future where my grandparents and Lorcha’s father had already died in battle, he killed everyone we could rely on.”

From the way he fought Glacia, it’s clear he’s no ordinary guy. But to kill Glacia’s relatives and Lorcha’s family too… it’s hard to imagine.

“Enough of that, you pathetic thing.”

“It was all to strengthen his authority as the head of the family. And to strengthen his power… he tried to marry me off to the Emperor’s son—or rather, the Crown Prince in this era. Big brother prefers a world without our parents, doesn’t he? That way, he can keep holding onto that sweet power.”

“I told you to stop. What does a foolish girl like you know, spouting nonsense?”

Suddenly, Rachel drew her sword. That sword… it’s the magic sword Glacia wields. So she really is her daughter. With Damian wielding the magic book Enok and now another magic sword appearing, it’s clear.

“There’s also the option of burying big brother here and now. Even if we go back to our time, if big brother is still there, I’ll just kill him again.”

“…It seems some discipline is in order.”

Damian pulled out the magic book Enok. If these two fought, the mansion would probably be destroyed. Rachel might be strong, but Damian wields an immense power that’s usually uncontrollable.

But that would be problematic.

“Take your sibling fights somewhere else.”

“Haha, both of you, stop right there.”

I pointed an invisible spear magic sword at Damian from behind, and Ares aimed his dagger at Rachel’s neck.

“…My apologies. I let my temper get the better of me. I made a fool of myself because of my foolish sister.”

Damian calmly put away his weapon. But Rachel was still seething with anger.

“Once this is over, I’ll kill you first.”

“…If you have the ability to do so.”

“What did you say?”

Why does this idiot keep pouring oil on a fire that’s already dying down?

Just then, the parlor door slammed open. Glacia was guarding outside, but it wasn’t enough.

“Master, are you okay?”

“Who’s the attacker?”

“Hey, idiot, why are you running around shooting…!”

“That’s why I told you to wait outside…”

Now that the mothers have gathered, it’s a perfect picture of a harmonious family. Well, not exactly harmonious.

The women asked me who they were. Honestly, explaining all that complicated stuff was too much trouble.

“Uh… our kids?”

I guess I misjudged. The story has gotten a thousand times more tangled.

This is all because of our mother, damn her.