Episode 5 – I Might Be the Strongest Man's Daughter?!
I stared out the carriage window, mouth agape. My eyes scanned the knights standing outside, frozen mid-action.
…Was I seriously the only one surprised? Why did everyone else look so calm?
“Didn’t I tell you to activate the shield? Why are you just standing there?”
Dad came back like he’d gone out for a casual walk, rolling his shoulders. His voice whipped like a blade at Axion.
“What’s the point? It’s Enok Rubinstein with his sword out. It'll be over in seconds. Why waste mana?”
“You little—”
Dad scowled and yanked Axion down by his collar.
“Sigh.”
With a sharp exhale, Dad slid Axion’s sword back into its sheath and climbed into the carriage.
“D-Dad….”
“No peeking, princess.”
Just as I was about to catch a glimpse of the mountain of monster wolf corpses outside, Dad pulled the curtain and gently covered my eyes.
I gulped, prying his hand away.
‘W-What did I just witness? He’s way stronger than I thought. James Brown… you were hiding all this?’
He had slaughtered thirty beasts in a single stroke—and now he looked like he’d just shooed a fly.
‘So this is what a protagonist looks like.’
Reading about the strongest man in the empire was one thing. Seeing him in action… was something else entirely.
I felt it.
The noble-born, high-ranking elite family that only ever produced top-tier ability users.
The empire’s one and only Swordmaster.
The Silver Wolf of the Battlefield, undefeated in countless wars…
The ‘out-of-spec’ existence the novel mentioned over 5,000 times.
“Princess, my sweet girl, are you okay? You look pale.”
“N-No, I’m fine. Just a little startled….”
“It’s okay. I’m here. Come here.”
He pulled me into his arms, holding me like I was the most precious treasure in the world. My heart pounded wildly.
‘This feels like too much of a glow-up all at once.’
Because in that moment, it hit me—
I’d become the daughter of the strongest man in the world.
Overnight status upgrade!
“Waaah~ So soft!”
I was draped in soft, luxurious fabric for the first time in my life—an official priest’s robe, white with a flowing cloak.
We were in the warp gate chamber of Elpasha’s Southern Temple. As soon as we arrived, the temple priests rushed over to change me.
‘Can’t go to the capital dressed like a commoner.’
Though let’s be honest—“commoner” is generous. In this world, that basically means slave.
Because nobles rule the capital, the priests insisted I change before we left.
“Hey kiddo.”
“Yes?”
Sir Philip, the red-haired paladin uncle, called out.
“How old are you?”
“What kind of dumb question is that? Enok's been gone seven years—she’s seven.”
“I'm asking because she looks tiny for her age.”
As we waited for Dad, I got pretty cozy with these two knights: Philip and Ben.
“I’m seven.”
“Did Enok starve you or something?”
“No.”
I shook my head.
“Has he hit you? Yelled at you?”
“Was he scary when he got mad?”
They had a strange obsession with how Dad treated me.
“I guess the only times I got scolded were when I hid broccoli under my rice and when I snuck chocolate after brushing my teeth…?”
“That’s it? Wow, he’s strict.”
“Yeah, makes sense. It’s Enok Rubinstein. No way he goes easy on his kid.”
“…He shouldn’t,” I added automatically.
They blinked.
“That’s seriously all?”
“He’s never hit you?”
“Nope. My dad’s not scary. He’s never hit me. Never really yelled either.”
Their disbelief was visible.
“Wait, is your dad really that scary?”
I asked, and both knights stiffened.
“Enok Rubinstein….”
Philip crouched down and whispered dramatically:
“…tore a bear apart with his bare hands.”
“Eh?”
“Ever seen a bear?”
Shake shake.
Ben looked shocked.
“Not even once? Well… I guess Zenon’s remote enough to avoid them, but that forest’s dangerous.”
“That’s weird. Our village is super peaceful. Great place to live—”
I stopped mid-sentence as I recalled something Joe the baker once said:
“Haha! That father-daughter pair are real blessings! Ever since they showed up, it’s been nothing but peace. Used to have bears raiding the village every winter, but now? Not a single one in sight!”
W-Wait… Did Dad… already take care of them?
I gulped again.
“Anyway, your dad’s scary. Beats monsters with his fists. Even magic beasts run away from him.”
“They say magic beasts scatter just at the sight of him. There’s a reason he’s called the Silver Wolf.”
As Philip and Ben animatedly recalled the past, I tried to imagine my dad on the battlefield. A hundred times more terrifying than in text.
“He’s so cold and hard to approach. Never let anyone get close.”
“Wasn’t he at least kind of friendly with the commander?”
They glanced behind them.
Axion was still near the gate, silently watching.
“Enok almost killed him earlier, right?”
“Yeah. If he hadn’t held back, Axion’d be dead.”
“Still, wasn’t that a little extreme? There’s such a thing as brotherhood.”
“Would you be rational if someone tried to take your kid?”
Ben shivered.
“That’s what amazed me the most. The Enok Rubinstein losing control like that over a child.”
“Exactly. We didn’t even expect to find her, let alone bring her. So—”
Philip grabbed my hand tightly.
“Thank you. Seriously. If we came back empty-handed…”
“We’d either die to Enok or get executed by the Emperor. One or the other.”
“Hehe… It was nothing.”
I smiled, puffing out my chest. Ben ruffled my hair.
“If you’d seen the old Enok, you’d understand why we’re like this.”
“There was a time,” Philip added dramatically, “when no woman dared to command Enok Rubinstein….”
Just as another dramatic tale was beginning, the door opened.
Dad had arrived.
Philip and Ben stood up so fast, I barely had time to react.
And then—
‘Whoa.’
There he was.
The real protagonist: Enok Rubinstein.
Silver armor wrapped around his tall, sturdy frame. A flowing blue cape draped over one shoulder. His silver hair, sharp blue eyes, and commanding aura…
‘This man is the main character.’
I swear I could hear background music playing in my head.
Even without reading the novel, you’d just know.
“Lilith.”
“Y-Yeah?”
I took a step back as Dad approached. He stared down at me, gaze unwavering.
Then—he lifted me effortlessly by the armpits and said with the most serious face:
“An angel?”
“Eh?”
“No way… Our daughter’s an angel. A literal angel.”
“Oh no.”
Before I could stop him, he plopped me on his arm and spun around, looking behind me.
“Miss Angel, where are your wings? Where’d you hide them, hmm?”
“Dad, please….”
“Oh my stars. My Lilith. My princess. My treasure.”
His eyes shimmered. His lips pouted.
“I dressed you in rags for so long… and look how beautiful you are. I’m sorry, honey. Daddy’s so sorry.”
“They weren’t rags….”
He pressed his forehead to my cheek and nuzzled me affectionately.
Everyone was staring.
‘Nooooo.’
Mouths agape. Pupils dilated.
‘Goodbye, cold and composed “Silver Wolf” image….’
I couldn’t fight it. My limbs went limp as Dad showered me with kisses.
“P-Please….”
Even Axion, usually expressionless, stood there gaping.
He shook his head and turned away.
“That’s… a bit much.”