Chapter 214 – Afterword – 3
Doa looked straight ahead with a determined face.
On the other side of Doa was Jia with a crooked smile, and Baeksan holding Jia in her arms.
Doa felt sweat dripping from the hand holding her card.
A duel against two people at the same time. It was okay because one was Heo-jeop’s older sister, but the other was her maternal grandfather, so I couldn’t let my guard down.
“Your turn.”
Jia said with an excited face.
Doa put her hand on her deck and closed her eyes tightly, thinking.
Duelists are those who overcome crises on their own. Doa drew the card with all her might, with the mindset that she would bet everything on the card she would draw now.
Chak-!
His fingertips were trembling as he pulled out the card. After that, Doa slowly opened her eyes and looked at the card she drew and her eyes shone.
Widely-!
Doa spreads his cards out onto the field. Embarrassment settled on Gia’s face. She raised Baeksan’s eyebrows.
Doa, with a face reddened with excitement, brought the cards that had gone to the graveyard back to the field.
Ensuing attack.
As Jia’s points became 0, Doa won, and only then did Baeksan lose.
“Lost.”
“Huh!”
Doa spread his chest wide and let out his snort.
“Doa is a Duel Master.”
“Profit!!!”
Gia started to stand up. Baeksan hugged Jia, who was excited, and patted her on the back.
Unlike her youngest great-granddaughter, who is very smart, a little… , The fourth great-granddaughter, with only a little bit of her brain, couldn’t contain her resentment at losing the game like this.
It is always Baeksan’s job to soothe the fourth great-granddaughter.
Baeksan sniffled at her and looked at Doa, comforting Jia, who recalled her crying.
“Rice is?”
“Meat.”
“Yes.”
Baeksan woke up with Jia in his arms. One hand reached out to her side and held Doa’s hand.
After leaving the living room and passing through a long hallway, Baeksan went out for a meal with his great-granddaughters.
*
Eun-ah and Do-gyun went on a trip together.
In the meantime, Baeksan, who had promised to take care of his children, watched over the noisy table and was seized with a strange feeling.
Now he thought he would live very quietly in silence, but it was awkward because his table was filled with loud noises.
“Hey! That’s mine!”
“Uh, what!”
“Princess, I want to eat sweets instead of this!”
“Be quite.”
The twins who started fighting, the fourth who started complaining, and the first who urged the children.
He was originally Baeksan who didn’t like noise, but the noise coming from this scene made him happy.
Aren’t they lovely great-granddaughters?
Isn’t it the last chance that came to me who lived with only regrets for the rest of my life?
Baek San decided to treat these children with all his heart, so that he could create happy memories.
“Harabuji.”
Continuing my thoughts, the youngest said. Baeksan lowered his head and looked at the youngest child he had been holding until the day before.
“Meat.”
Said her youngest, pointing her small hand to the top of her table.
Baeksan nodded her head and chose a piece of meat that was very tender enough for her youngest to eat and put it in her youngest’s mouth.
The puffy cheeks move mumblingly. A red flag spreads over the face. The narrowed eyes change into a truly happy look.
Baek San stroked Doa’s head and said.
“Chew and eat.”
“Uh.”
Doa was happy. There was no other reason. When she comes to her maternal grandfather’s house like this, she can eat meat to her heart’s content. That was what was making her Doa happy.
When I’m at home, I make them eat other things so that I don’t eat unbalanced. Doa liked her maternal grandfather because she had to eat vegetables and vegetables too.
‘Vegetables are my sister’s.’
She said she would only eat delicious meat. Doa thought so and she took another piece of meat and ate it.
*
Jia lay down on the floor of her living room, eagerly drawing crayons over her sketchbook.
Her hair, neatly tied up in her pigtails, swayed to and fro with the bobbing movement.
She was repeating her hum, her nose coming out, her legs crossing and stirring together.
Above her sketchbook was a smiling Jia and a large man holding her hand tightly.
Baek San cautiously approached Jia, and asked Jia, looking at the picture she was looking at.
“What are you working so hard on?”
“Princess! And the prince!”
Jia’s eyes twinkled. Her cry was more perky than ever.
A small smile was about to come out of Baeksan’s mouth when he saw Jia like that.
“This princess is born and the prince is the father!”
Baeksan’s expression hardened.
Baek San drool as he looked at what Jia had drawn on her sketchbook.
Certainly, the girl in the picture had her hair tied back in her pigtails, and the man was a bulky, distracted man like him.
Baeksan felt that his feelings were hurt. It’s because Do-gyun didn’t like it.
Honestly, I know I’m not in a position to come up with these thoughts, but what can I do? Where did the heart become like thoughts?
No matter how well you try to look at it, you will feel frustrated when you see his lack of ambition.
Whenever we meet, we quietly avoid our eyes, and when we do something, we say things like ‘Wouldn’t that be difficult?’.
A pitiful figure without a spirit of challenge itself. That’s my granddaughter’s husband. … Baeksan, an old man who couldn’t help it, thought.
For some reason, Baeksan, who had been making such a dissatisfied expression for a moment in a sinking mood, shook his head to clear his thoughts.
Yes, isn’t it the age where my father will look the coolest in the world? Her granddaughter will also grow up a bit.
“And this is my maternal grandfather!”
“Well?”
At those words, Baeksan’s eyes turned to the sketchbook again. A large tiger was drawn crookedly at the spot Jia pointed to.
“My maternal grandfather is cool, so I’ll make him a tiger!”
Be cool Indeed, the tiger had spirit worthy of the title of Sangun.
Does the fourth granddaughter have a talent for oriental painting?
Baeksan felt that her granddaughter’s painting suddenly started to appeal to him, and he thought of finding a teacher to teach him oriental painting.
As it is often said, the illusion of ‘maybe my child is actually a genius’. Only Baeksan did not know that he was doing it.
*
A few days later, when he returned home, Jia looked in the mirror and thought.
‘Beautiful!’
He somehow thought he was too pretty.
You could call it narcissism, but Jia had plenty of reasons to judge herself that way.
First of all, the first reason was that Do-kyun always calls Jia ‘our princess’ at home. The second reason was that living in a truly affluent family, living in a palace-like mansion, felt like it was natural. The third reason was that she had been envied by the children around her from kindergarten until now when she entered elementary school.
It would be fair to say that the world made Jia fall into such narcissism.
Jia covered her cheeks and looked in the mirror, then nodded in satisfaction and left the room.
The first thing I saw when I came out to her living room was my younger brother Chae Do-ah, who was also rummaging through her card pile.
Jia shook her head and let out a sigh.
‘It’s not dignified.’
Doa was too classy. If she were a princess, she would of course have to wear pretty clothes and sit elegantly and drink her cocoa.
While Jia was putting her hand on her forehead at that thought, Doa, who suddenly found her, stood up and spoke to her.
“Sister, duel.”
Flinch-.
Jia’s body trembled.
Her eyes were staring at her door with narrowed eyes.
‘That bastard’s duel…’
She almost didn’t want to do it because if she did, she would lose herself, but…
‘… Eh, the princess should play.’
Who would take care of her servant-like younger brother if not herself?
With that thought in mind, Jia sat across from her door again and searched through her pile of cards.
Her face was flushed red with excitement.
A bit far away. Do-gyun, who was looking at Jia, felt her giggles flow out.
‘He’s nice and ticks all the time.’
It was because her own fourth daughter’s behavior was so funny.
Things like I’m a princess, dignified and cool.
On a fictional day, I talk about dignity and talk about dignity, but the moment I enjoy the most is when I play card games like that.
Even though I wonder how can I not be so honest, I feel somewhat at ease thinking that she looks exactly like Jia.
I was so grateful that she showed such a bright appearance even though she was the fourth child with a lot of children to take care of up and down.
What a peaceful time.
I hope you have a safe day today.
Do-gyun buried his back in the sofa and closed his eyes at the thought that came to his mind.
“Yeeeee!!!”
Jia’s anger burst out.
Do-gyun suddenly opened his eyes and saw the scene unfolding at the spot, which was Jia, who was blushing and energetic, and Do-a, who laughed crookedly at Jia.
Hehe.”
Do-gyun’s head swung left and right.
