I became a father with a genius face in the game

– Gwuuk?

The pigeon let out a brief groan as it was pulled downward by an invisible force.

The pigeon glided, not quite soaring but more like falling in a zigzag pattern, before landing on the balcony.

– Gugu…?

The pigeon tilted its head in confusion, and I approached, grabbing its small body.

– Guk guk!

Startled by being caught in the grip of such a huge being, the pigeon screamed and flapped its wings.

“……”

The flapping of its wings was terribly annoying.

I applied a little pressure with the hand gripping its neck. The pigeon’s frantic struggles began to subside under the pressure.

I could feel the delicate layers of feathers, the thin, fragile skin beneath them. The beating heart, the thin but resilient bones of its neck.

The raw sensation of it all vividly transmitted through my fingertips.

– Guk… guk…

The pigeon’s cries gradually faded as its airway was constricted.

“……”

I could feel the pulse beneath my fingers slowing down. Then, suddenly…

Swoosh-.

Something tugged at the hem of my pants. Reflexively, I looked down and saw Lucius.

Flap-!

Seizing the opportunity, the pigeon broke free from my loosening grip and quickly flew into the sky.

“Ah…”

The pigeon, frightened by something, quickly flew off and became a dot in the sky.

I stared at its retreating figure for a moment before looking back down.

“……”

Lucius silently watched me.

After a brief moment of gazing at the child, I slowly bent down.

Recognizing my gesture, Lucius stretched out his arms.

As I gently picked up the child, Lucius wiggled in my arms, adjusting to get comfortable.

The warmth of his little body melted the coldness in my heart.

‘…What was that just now?’

As the warmth returned to my body, I let out a long sigh.

For a moment, it felt as though the entire world had lost its light and turned into a gray, lifeless place.

Everything felt cold and desolate, and nothing seemed to have any value.

There was neither sympathy nor pity for that frail life held in the palm of the hand.

All that remained was mere curiosity and a sense of superiority.

That feeling is like…….

“I felt like a murderer.”

That psycho killer who goes around killing people is also interesting.

It was the sensation that the original Seymour Mausoleum might have felt.

It was really a terrible feeling.

Losing myself and feeling like the world is losing all its value.

It felt like I had become a rock in a world with nothing but stones.

“……Thank you, Lucis.”

I held Lucis a little closer to my chest.

Lucis quietly looked up at me and reached out to stroke my cheek.

“Did they help me knowing my condition?”Did they help me knowing my condition?

The child’s eyes were extremely pure, yet at the same time, they held immense depth.

‘Even if it was sealed right after birth, it was a child that had existed for a whole 1,000 years.’

What does Lucis know? And what else might they not know?

Perhaps I would have remained unaware until the day I died.

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I sat down and quickly wrote down the things I remembered from the recent use of magic.

The ‘setting’ that shapes the character of Seymour Mausoleum is not just about appearance, past, and skills.

‘The person’s thoughts and character are more important than anything else.’

As someone responsible for determining Seymour’s appearance, I had all the details about Seymour provided by the scenario team.

In other words, the game users were like hidden settings they didn’t know about.

“……Is this all there is?”

I exhaled deeply and looked down at the list I had written.

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Thought

– Order is evil

– Chosen people mentality

– Contempt for the weak

– Anarchist

– Egoist

– Entrepreneur

– …….

Personality

– Madness

– Cynicism

– Cold-blooded

– Aesthetic sense

– Lack of empathy

– Narcissist

– A tree with deep roots

– …….

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The character’s ideology and personality.

At the company, they were called “character traits.”

‘Now that I’ve written them down, they all give me the creeps.’

Even this guy’s very ideology is evil in nature, so all his subordinate traits are influenced by that ideology.

For example, if someone else has the trait of ‘aesthetic sense,’ it might mean ‘an eye for beauty,’ but for Seymour, it works differently.

“I want to keep beautiful things close and hate and reject ugly things.”

The ‘deep-rooted tree’ character would have meant strong will and conviction in someone else, but in Seymour’s case, it was different.

‘Because I come from a family of evil, evil is deeply rooted in my very soul, that’s what it means.’

Moreover, Seymour had many wicked traits even in his original form, which didn’t need any enhancements.

“An absence of empathy is what they call being a sociopath.”

It was the very sensation I felt just a moment ago when using magic.

I let out a deep sigh as my prediction turned out to be correct.

‘Seymour hasn’t disappeared.’

I thought Seymour, the original owner of the body, had disappeared because I had possessed it. But that wasn’t the case.

It is still lurking within me. His will may have disappeared, but the personality and ideology he possessed are deeply rooted within me.

“Maybe this too is due to the characteristics of a ‘deep-rooted tree.'”

When I saw his personality come out when using magic, I didn’t realize it was because the party to the contract was Seymour, not me.

The magical power used in the spell was from the mausoleum contracted with Seymour.

‘It’s become a headache.’

Even so, I couldn’t seal the magic.

Magic was not a power borrowed from my family, but a pure power of my own.

When faced with dangerous situations or emergencies, in the end, there was nothing to rely on but magic.

“I guess I need to find the line where his traits don’t come out.”

To what extent can I use my magic safely, and what is the maximum limit where I can exert my strength safely?

I had to find it.

“Well, it’s not particularly difficult.”

The crazy guy who could distinguish colors down to the hex code was my boss.

I was already used to adjusting the figures to get them approved.

At that moment, a knock sounded.

Knock, knock, knock.

“Come in.”

Opening the door, the butler Alfred politely bowed.

“Young master.” A servant just informed me that a tailor has come to the lord’s castle.

“Tailor?”

“It’s a tailor called by Richard Mausoleum, but since Richard hasn’t been able to get up from his seat yet, I held him back for a moment, wondering if anyone might have business with him.”

If it were Richard Mausoleum, he was one of my distant relatives.

It’s that uncle who is giving Simon and Sia false hopes.

“I heard there were a few people who got hit by the Dragon Pier and ended up lying down, and you are one of them?”

I was about to say to send the tailor back, thinking it wasn’t a big deal, but then I hesitated.

“How many days until the funeral?”

“It’s four days.”

It was time to move my father’s body from the capital to the estate and invite guests from all over the country.

“Hmm…” I guess I’ll need clothes to wear to the funeral.

“There are already clothes that the servants have prepared.”

I shook my head.

“I need to get a new set made.” If possible, Lucis’s too. Tell him to come up.

The clothes of this era were luxurious, but they lacked beauty.

Of course, even to my eyes, which are accustomed to the fashion culture of modern Earth, Seymour’s ‘aesthetic sense’ is evident.

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It’s obvious, but this world lacked entertainment compared to modern Earth. It’s not like there’s the internet or TV here.

It was even more boring because it hadn’t been long since the funeral, and I couldn’t hold a party or even visit the casino.

But there was one hobby that was uniquely permitted even in the somber atmosphere of a funeral home.

It was right shopping.

“Wow…….”

Even I, who had no particular interest in shopping on Earth, nodded in understanding after just 30 minutes, thinking, “Ah, so this is why my uncle called the tailor.”

‘The schedule is completely different.’

At first, when I entered the dressing room, I was puzzled by the fact that the dressing room door was larger than the study.

However, it was soon clear when the tailor had the servants bring in seven enormous wardrobes.

“I personally selected only the finest fabrics and decorations for you, my lord!”

According to the tailor, the wardrobe was packed full of various types of fabrics, buttons, belts, cufflinks, and other accessories.

Even three models with a similar physique to mine came in to replace the mannequins.

The models were wearing not the finished garments, but the sewn versions.

At first, I wondered what this was, but soon I came to understand the tailor’s grand intentions.

“Let’s use this button.”

“Indeed, your discerning eye is exceptional.”

When I choose the fabric or decoration, the tailor temporarily attaches it to the sample the model is wearing.

As time passes, the model’s sewing pattern will be meticulously stitched with the fabric in the color I chose and the decorative buttons I like.

This rough sketch of a suit will return to me in a few days as a splendid complete outfit.

Not only is it a tailored suit, but it is also a DIY suit that I design myself.

‘D is a bit different in that it stands for Design rather than Do.’

In any case, it was a new world.

That too is a very delightful new world.

“I always dressed Seymour in drawings, but I never thought I would actually dress him like this.”

It was so much fun making clothes to dress up the avatar in the game.

“I never knew shopping could be this enjoyable and time could fly by so quickly.”

The reason I always found shopping on Earth boring was probably because I didn’t have any money.

On top of that, choosing Lucis’s clothes myself made it twice as fun.

“Lucis.” How’s this fabric?How about this fabric?

“Joah.”

“Lucis.” Do you like this button or that button?

“Whatever.”

“Lucis.” A flared dress would be nice for the skirt, right?

“Yeah.”

Although Lucis was more interested in other things than clothes.

“Hoya…….”

Lucis was in a daze, staring at the jewels in the wardrobe.

He loved it so much that even with both hands full of jewels, he stretched out his fingers to grab even more.

“Like gold and silver, it’s a typical characteristic of dragons.”

As I looked at Lucis with a warm feeling, the tailor spoke in a voice full of laughter.

“Your daughter is very cute.”

The story about the existence of Lucis has not yet left the lord’s castle.

Since the tail and wings were also hidden using polymorph magic, no one noticed the true identity.

As a result, it seemed to the tailor that Lucis was the daughter I had brought from the imperial capital.

“Hehehe.” Right? Does the tailor also happen to have children?”Does the tailor also have children?”

“No.” I only have a fiancée.

The tailor, seeing Lucis glaring resentfully at his chubby fingers that couldn’t fully grasp the jewels, spoke in a softer voice.

“I wish I could have a lovely daughter like you.”

“Hahaha.” Sorry about that. There can’t be a child more beautiful than Lucis.

The tailor gave a small, sympathetic smile.

“I’ve never seen such a cute baby in my life.”

After briefly gossiping about Lucis, we returned to shopping.

After designing a few outfits as a hobby, I decided on a typical modern Earth suit for the last outfit to wear at the funeral.

It’s the suit that wears a white shirt, vest, and jacket.

In a world where fashion is excessively adorned with decorations and embroidery, modern Earth’s suits would seem plain.

But there was no problem. The completion of fashion is the face.

“Lucy’s outfit has a flared skirt for the bottom and a shirt like mine for the top.”

The tailor’s eyes widened at my words.

“Are you saying you want to put a jacket over the flare dress?”

The tailor chose his words with a somewhat troubled expression.

“Um… I’m sorry, but Count.” I’m afraid it might not be appropriate to wear a cravat in that state.

He really beat around the bush when he said I looked ridiculous.

Of course, I understood that adding a flowy jacket, a flared skirt, and a cravat from this era would make it look excessively floppy, almost like slime.

“Don’t worry.” I won’t wear a cravat.

“Yes?”

“My clothes are the same.”

I removed the cravat from the model’s neck.

A cravat was a voluminous neck ornament that gave the feeling of a scarf wrapped around the neck.

If worn incorrectly, it looked ridiculous like a frilled lizard, and above all, such a lavish decoration did not suit Seymour’s image.

It’s not just a matter of being out of place. I can’t tolerate Seymour wearing such decorations.

“Seymour wearing a cravat” was to me on the same level as “Yeonsan-gun wearing a colorful robe.”

“Are you going without your neck ornament?””Are you going without a ranch-style meal?”

“No.” With a tie.

Simple is the best.

Seymour and Lucis already had faces that were jewels in themselves, so there was no need to adorn them with unnecessary complicated decorations.

“Necktie…?” What is that?

However, the tailor’s reaction was strange.