Golden Softie's Plot-Driving Ability

Two figures appeared at the end of the road beneath the cold silver radiance. Though night had already fallen, Jude still made out their faces clearly.

"You're pretty reliable when you're not screwing people over!"

"I've always been reliable!"

"Back then..."

"I just hated you!"

Hearing the voice in his heart, anger suddenly flashed across Jude's face.

"Hey, don't tell me you've got your eyes on Leila?"

"Well, well... you actually figured it out?!"

Sensing the provocation in the other's words, the anger on Brown Cloak's face grew even stronger.

"You bastard!!!"

"Heh... If I'd met Leila twenty years ago, I would've done anything to steal her from you. But now she's married to you, and she even has Lucy, so I'll only watch from afar."

Upon hearing that, Brown Cloak suddenly chuckled.

"What are you laughing at?!"

"Heh... I suddenly remembered how Lilia and the others described you. A high-level pervert among ultimate Germaphobes!"

"Hmph!"

As the cold snort sounded in his heart, Jude laughed even harder.

"Haha."

"Hey, believe it or not, I'll destroy you on humanitarian grounds right now?"

"Ahem."

Forcibly suppressing his laughter, Brown Cloak reminded him, "Shouldn't you hide already?"

"Hmph! Just wait and see how you cry later!"

"Don't worry. No matter what that child does to me, I won't take it to heart. After all, you've prepared such a grand gift!"

"You're overthinking it. I just don't want Leila and Lucy to be sad!"

"Alright, alright... hurry up and go!"

After another cold snort, the voice in his heart faded away completely.

"Phew... Alright, the fun's over. Now it's time to face the pain!"

Patting his cheeks lightly, Jude faced the two of them with a grave expression.

"Father."

"Lucy."

They spoke in perfect sync, then fell silent in perfect sync as