The Villain Wants to Live Quietly - The Villain Wants to Live Quietly chapter 162

Special Chapter. Now, not two, but three (2)

Ludwig suddenly thought.

Because the time given to children goes fast, does their time also pass quickly?

Or maybe it’s because I’m drunk on the peaceful daily life that’s no different than usual, so it goes by so fast.

A day becomes a week, a week becomes a month, and by the time five years have passed.

His daughter, who had always seemed to come into his arms, had grown beyond his waist to reach the lower part of his chest.

When Anise was still looking for her mother, she was taken care of by the Bayemurn family, but now she has returned to live with the Eifretz family.

However, because Stefan and Yulia sang granddaughter and granddaughter songs so much, they stopped by Lutentia at least once every three weeks.

Anis, who grew up receiving lots of love from those around her, was somewhat calmer than her peers.

This does not mean that he has a dark personality, but rather a bright one, but it means that he is more like a positive and clear child than a lively feeling like his peers.

prison.

As always today, Anise ran to her father’s arms and looked up at Ludwig with her proud yellow hair disheveled.

As the weight, which was neither very strong nor weak, was placed around her waist, Ludwig looked down at his daughter with a pleased smile, tidied up her messy hair, and asked what was going on.

“Dad, aren’t you drawing today?”

“Drawing?”

Although Ludwig’s hobby and specialty was drawing, that didn’t mean he only had a brush or pencil in his hand every day.

Even so, when he expressed his doubts to his daughter, who was asking a question every day, a bright smile appeared on Anis’ lips.

“Yeah! I want to see Daddy draw!”

“I can’t help it if my daughter wants it that way. Or should we draw together?”

“right… That’s nice too, but I want to see my dad paint!”

Ludwig was quite taken aback by his daughter’s sudden request.

Today, the long-awaited work was finished early, and there was no schedule after that, so I wanted to spend quality time with my daughter and wife as the three of us.

However, my daughter wanted me so much, but I couldn’t help it, so I had to go to the studio while apologizing to my wife in my heart.

“Paula, if you see Emilia, will you tell her to come to the studio?”

“Yes, I understand. It looks like you have something to work on today.”

Paula knows almost everything about her master’s schedule, but sometimes she doesn’t know it.

So, when I looked at Ludwig with a somewhat unexpected look and talked to him, he scratched his cheek and shook his head.

“It’s not like that.”

“Is that so? Please, I will tell the mistress.”

“You don’t have to visit and tell me, if you ever meet me, tell me.”

“Yes.”

There were all sorts of things in the past five years, but one of the most notable changes was Paula’s address to Emilia.

Because Emilia always plays the sutra, she used the title ‘lady’, but was finally allowed to change it to ‘madam’.

In fact, without permission, it was a natural phenomenon that occurred when Ludwig inherited the title of head of the household.

Above all, it was inevitable because Paula protested, saying that the nickname for Anise Emilia gave birth to was ‘lady’, and calling Emilia ‘lady’ wouldn’t create a sense of alienation.

Paula, who was about to head to the hallway following Ludwig’s command, suddenly stopped her body on something that grabbed her hand.

Eventually, wondering what was going on, I turned my head and saw nothing at eye level.

Suddenly, there was a part of her guess, so when she lowered her gaze, there was Anise, who was holding her with her small hands, smiling brightly.

“What are you doing? miss.”

“Paula! I want a snack!”

Although he is calmer than his peers, he is only a little over seven years old.

It’s probably the most active time, so it’s always going to be in search of food.

Besides, since it was halfway between lunch and dinner, I was even more hungry.

At Anis’ request, Paula bent down slightly to meet her at eye level and asked the doctor again.

“Are you talking about snacks? Is there anything you want?”

“yes! Will Paula make it herself?”

When Anis asked with a somewhat cautious expression, a faint smile formed on Paula’s lips.

It seemed like a question, but it was because I could feel that she wanted to make it herself.

Ludwig, who was standing in the back, also felt the same, so he laughed along and sent Paula his eyes as if telling him to do whatever he wanted.

“of course. I will, if you wish.”

Most of the food was prepared by the masters in the kitchen, but that didn’t mean Paula couldn’t cook.

Rather than shy cooks, he had outstanding skills, and as proof of this, he often made snacks for Anise after she was born.

However, as Ludwig inherited the position of head of household, her duties also increased, so the number of times she made them decreased at some point.

Perhaps the reason why Anise made this request was most likely because she was thirsty for Paula’s homemade snacks, which had recently been infrequent.

“really!? Then I want to eat the strawberry pie Paula makes!”

“If it’s strawberry pie… Oh, you seem to be referring to something I made earlier.”

“That’s right!”

I said it was a while ago, but it was a long time ago.

It was because, according to Paula, about three months had passed.

Considering that he remembered the taste of the strawberry pie, which he had only made once, he must have liked it quite a bit.

“I will make it right away. But it may take a little while… … .”

“I’ll wait with you, Dad!”

When Anise, who was clinging to Ludwig’s waist like a cicada on a dead tree, answered lively, Paula straightened her back with a smile and nodded.

“Yes, then I’ll be back soon.”

“If possible, I’ll ask for my wife too.”

Emilia also secretly eats snacks, so Ludwig asked for one more portion in case she came.

As Paula disappeared at the end of the hallway, Anis held her father’s hand tightly and guided him to the studio.

Unlike her peers, the fact that she didn’t bother to say let’s go quickly was her behavior.

“Dad, what are you going to draw today?”

“Well. Is there anything you want?”

Ludwig wondered if she would ask for flowers or butterflies like a child, but the answer that came out of Anis’s mouth was quite unexpected.

“then… The moon!”

“moon? Not flowers or butterflies?”

“Ugh… That’s nice too, but Anise misses the moon!”

When Anise, who had addressed herself in the third person like a child, firmly pushed forward with her opinion, Ludwig nodded and returned to her seat holding a canvas.

The location is slightly away from the center of the studio, where the sunlight is not too dazzling, and it is not too far away from the corner to feel the warmth.

This was his assigned seat.

And Anis always admired it, with a special chair right next to Ludwig.

As a young girl, she knew that drawing a picture required a lot of concentration, so it was as little as possible.

“Dad will listen, Anise.”

“hehehe, now I’m fine with myself too?”

Today, Anis brought the small wooden chair that Ludwig always brought.

Ludwig hurriedly stood up, worried that she might fall down on the way due to lack of strength, but Anise proudly brought a chair and shrugged.

Despite the fact that it was very rare for Anis to resemble her father in this way and show off, she was especially confident today.

Then, Ludwig did not stop there, but poured out praises, thinking it was time to revive Anis’ spirit.

“Ohhh, maybe you’re taller than your mother now?”

“really!?”

Anis had always shown a strange desire to compete with her mother, Emilia.

For example, I wish I was stronger than my mother, or I wish I was prettier than my mother.

Ludwig knew this too, so he deliberately brought up Emilia to cheer her up, and sure enough, Anis immediately opened her eyes and smiled with anticipation.

“then. Would you like to try arm wrestling when mom comes?”

“Yeah! Anise will win today!”

“hahahaha, are you looking forward to it?”

By the way, Emilia and Anis often had arm wrestling matches unlike mother and daughter.

It was because of Anis’s fighting spirit, which I mentioned earlier.

Usually, at times like this, they would easily lose with their parental heart, but the record between the two showed the cold reality with Emilia winning 73 times out of 73 matches.

She said that even if you lose to someone else, you can’t lose to Anise.

‘What the hell are you talking about?’

Ludwig couldn’t fathom what that meant, but he decided to just accept that there was a reason he couldn’t yield.

And with the expectation that one day, Emilia would lose at least once.

Of course, isn’t a mother who never loses in arm wrestling to her daughter who gave birth to a stomachache too cruel?

‘Come to think of it, why is Anis trying to win against Emilia?’

As he continued his thoughts, Ludwig tilted his head at a question that suddenly popped up.

I just thought it was a child’s inexplicable desire to compete, but now that I look back, it was strange that Anis was only showing her desire to compete with Emilia.

In this case, the quickest way is to ask the person concerned.

Besides, Anise was not too worried because she always answered his words openly.

“But my daughter, is there any reason you want to win against your mother?”

I wanted to round it up a bit, but since I was a child, it would be hard to understand the meaning of the question if I put it back, so it was Ludwig who asked directly.

And the answer to this is… … .

“Yeah! When I said I wanted to marry my dad, my mom said I had to defeat him!”

“… … .”

It was literally enough to take out Ludwig’s soul.