Chapter 106
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 106
Chapter Title: Calliope Family Epilogue (7)
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"No! No! No! No! I absolutely hate it!"
Reika Calliope, who was surely a few years older than me, was throwing a tantrum on the bed, flailing her arms and legs like a child.
"...Reika."
"No! I said no! Brother, why are you leaving already? You could stay at least another week!"
"...That's why."
"Aaaah! I don't care! I can't hear you! No! No!! Reika hates this!"
"...."
I was at a complete loss for words.
I had to wonder if this was really the same 'Wicked Woman of Calliope' who had driven me to death multiple times as the 'Academy Tamer'.
"Still, I have to go."
"...Hic... Hic... Why? Why... do you have to go!.. Sob... Br... Brother, don't go... I'll die without you... Hic..."
Realizing her tantrum alone wouldn't sway me, Reika burst into full-on tears.
Her attitude flipped so suddenly that I suspected it was an act, but seeing her bawling with snot streaming down her face, it seemed genuine.
'...Haa.'
I swallowed a sigh inwardly.
In truth, if I had tamed her perfectly, this situation wouldn't have happened.
She would have suppressed even feelings of disappointment at my command.
But compared to the initial 40%, it had decreased a lot, yet Reika still had over 10% drug dependency left, which caused this side effect.
'...I'll be more careful next time.'
I vowed once again to refrain from using aphrodisiacs as much as possible.
The reckless abuse of drugs led to terrifying consequences like this.
"What kind of face is that for the eldest daughter of Calliope? Come on, blow your nose."
"Hic... Nooo... Huff!"
I held my handkerchief to Reika's nose, and she blew with all her might.
"My, you've turned into a complete child."
"Huu... Brother..."
This was why looks mattered.
Even the messy act of blowing her nose looked cute.
"...Do you really have to leave right now?"
At that moment, Garcia Misha narrowed her eyes and spoke.
She wasn't as bad as Reika, but regret dripped from her expression. Still, her age gave her better control over her emotions.
I nodded.
"...Is it because of Lucia Ursula? You don't have to go with that girl, do you?"
"Hic... That's right! Why do you have to go with that thieving cat?!"
Reika, her eyes red-rimmed, bit her lower lip hard.
'...Who's calling who a thieving cat?'
I let out a hollow chuckle.
If Lucia heard that, she'd be so baffled she wouldn't even laugh.
"...Lucia is precious to me."
"...Th-then... what about me, Brother? Am I not precious? She even mocked my small chest!"
Reika looked ready to burst into tears again.
Honestly, until recently, I would have answered coldly to that question.
But thinking of how she'd wagged her tail calling "Brother~ Brother~" no matter how much I tormented her, my heart couldn't help but soften.
"...Reika is precious too. Haa, I'll give you a gift, so stop crying."
"...A gift?"
Reika tilted her head, and I nodded.
Honestly, I didn't want to bring this out, but seeing her cry was even worse, so I steeled myself and pulled it from my bag.
"..Th-this is..."
Reika's eyes widened as she gulped.
What came out of the bag was a dildo that matched my cock almost perfectly in shape and texture, except for its purple color.
...I have shame too.
Of course, I didn't make it myself. Lucia had outsourced it to Tristia.
"...Don't I get one?"
Then Garcia, arms crossed with lips pursed, asked.
Unfortunately, it was a prototype, and only one had been made.
Yes.
Prototype meant a full product would come eventually.
I wanted to say not to sell it because it was embarrassing, but...
'The amount was too big to refuse...'
To borrow Lucia's words, we'd agreed to give 60% of the dildo sales profit, so I swallowed my shame.
"...There's only one, so share it with Mother too."
Even as I said it, I wondered if that was right.
Telling my stepmother to share a dildo modeled after her stepson's cock with her daughter.
"R-really? Th-then we'll do that!"
But seeing Garcia nod eagerly, I didn't care anymore.
"...Hmm. L-let's check its condition first."
Garcia muttered to herself and reached for the dildo, but Reika snatched her wrist.
"...Reika, what is this?"
"...Mother, what do you think you're doing?"
"I'm just checking the gift my son gave me. Let go."
Garcia glared sharply, but Reika didn't back down an inch.
"...Mother, are your ears going because you're old? Brother Eugene gave it to me, not you."
"How dare you speak to your mother like that, you mad girl? And Eugene clearly said to 'share' it!"
"Then use it after me 'later'! Honestly, I don't like you using it, but I'll concede that much!"
Reika snatched the dildo, and this time Garcia grabbed her wrist.
"...The empire's laws are strict. How dare a child reach before her mother?"
"Laws? Why bring up laws here all of a sudden! Then what law allows a mother to lay hands on her son?!"
"Q-quiet! Don't nitpick! If we're splitting hairs, does it make sense for you, the older one, to call Eugene 'Brother'?! "
"Mother! You've crossed the line! I told you not to bring up my age!"
"You crossed it first!"
Watching the genuine catfight between daughter and mother...
No, just the fight, left me dazed.
I carefully backed away and whispered.
"...Then I'll be going now."
As I closed the door and stepped out, Emma was there leaning against the wall, cheeks puffed out.
"...Young Master is a liar."
"What lie did I tell?"
I asked sincerely, and Emma pouted with a sigh.
"...See? You forgot again. We were supposed to go to the village next week."
Come to think of it, it felt like we had an appointment... or maybe not.
I'd been too busy to think straight.
"Mother! You really want to do this?!"
"Yes! Today, I'll straighten out your bad habits!"
Boom—!
A loud crash echoed from the room.
'...Time to run.'
I draped an arm over the sulking Emma's shoulder and started walking away from the room.
"...What's that."
"Emma, sorry. The situation's changed since then."
"...Promises are promises no matter the situation."
"...."
Emma's words cut straight to the point.
Pure truth, no room to argue.
"Then want to come to Carnea with me?"
I asked half-joking, half-serious.
I absolutely couldn't take Reika or Garcia, but a servant like Emma wouldn't be an issue.
"...Really?"
"Yeah, of course. If my most trusted Emma leaves the Calliope family, I might feel 'anxious' and 'restless', worry about what'll happen to the family and Kail, and some 'accident' might occur, but that's not your fault, so 'no'! 'Not even a little'! Need to worry."
I nodded, emphasizing words midway.
Taking her was sincere, and so was this.
"Eeeek!! Seriously! I hate Young Master! How can I go if something might happen to you..."
I smiled softly and stroked Emma's head.
"Sorry. Take good care of Calliope while I'm gone. You're the only one I trust."
"No way! Young Master! I said I hate you!"
"...Then..."
"Eek...! I'm mad now! Don't stop! Just keep petting until I'm over it!"
Who was the servant and who was the master here?
After petting her until my arm started to ache, I asked.
"Feeling better now?"
"No. Not at all."
"...."
Not a joke; my arm was numb, and I needed to prepare to leave.
I swallowed a sigh and asked.
"What do I need to do to make you forgive me?"
"....Give me a gift too."
"...."
As expected of Emma... Her half-breed ears were too sharp.
"There's only one."
"I heard that. It's a shame you only gave it to the young lady, skipping me... but whatever, I'll steal it later."
She declared theft right in front of me so boldly, but at this level, it was just cute.
"So, what gift do you want?"
"Underwear."
A chuckle escaped me.
I wondered what sudden request, but it was adorably innocent.
"Sure, I'll buy you as much as you want. Grown-up styles, cute ones, all colors and types..."
I said confidently, but Emma shook her head.
"Not that."
"Then what? The underwear I know is..."
"Young Master's underwear. Unworn ones."
"...?"
What did she just ask for?
Her pronunciation was too clear to pretend I misheard.
"...Why that?"
"...I go into heat six times a year."
Emma's face flushed red as she tried to sound nonchalant.
At that moment, I gave up thinking.
This was a world overflowing with lunatics who ate Snow of the Year with Mint Choco Chicken Skewers.
Asking for worn panties as a gift wasn't that shocking.
I grinned and slipped my hand under Emma's skirt.
"Not even in heat, and you're already this wet?"
"...Ah! Y-young... Master! In the... hall...way... I don't... hate it... Ah!"
Emma's face burned red as she let out moans.
"Just kidding. You think I'd do it in the hallway?"
"Haa... haa... Young Master. I'm not kidding..."
"...What?"
"...I'm in heat."
At that instant, Emma's pupils stretched vertically like a cat's.
"Haa haa... I tried to hold back... but this is all your fault!"
"...W-wait a minute, time is...!"
"Too late! Come quietly!"
Whoosh—!
I was dragged away by Emma without a chance to resist.