The Villain Wants to Live Quietly - The Villain Wants to Live Quietly chapter 163

Special Chapter. Now it’s not two, but three (3)

Anise clung to Ludwig’s side as much as possible without interfering with his work.

Then, with twinkling eyes, I watched the dark marks that began to be drawn on the canvas.

Even though the moon is a rather difficult subject in some ways, it was really cool to see the father drawing without stopping.

Most of all, she liked the painting.

“How are you, Anise?”

“hehehe, cool!”

Anise raised her two small hands and gave a thumbs up, smiling brightly.

It appeared to be a depiction of the moon rising over the lake at night and the surrounding landscape, and the painting was so good that it aroused admiration in the young woman.

“Dad, how do you paint?”

“How do you draw?”

“I want to draw a great picture like my dad… It’s not going well.”

Anise, who always admired her father, would sometimes sneak into the studio and draw, or draw on the drawing paper in the room with a few pencils.

But the results that come out are always things she doesn’t like.

She was determined to surprise her father by drawing a picture she could be proud of, but thanks to that, her confidence was waning before she knew it.

“It’s like that at first. Did he draw well from the beginning just because he was a father?”

“Daddy couldn’t draw at first either?”

As Anis looked at him with surprised eyes at the unexpected answer, Ludwig put down the pencil he was holding and gently stroked his daughter’s hair.

“then. I want to show it to my heart, but unfortunately there won’t be any left.”

Unfortunately, the first picture he drew was not in this world.

If it was simply ripped off, I would like to restore it with magic and show it, but it’s just a shame because it’s not a problem at that level.

“Anyway, how do you draw… I’ve never even thought about this dad, so it’s hard for me to answer.”

“So your dad is a genius too?”

At the unexpected answer, Ludwig opened his eyes wide for an instant.

I’ve heard from people who sometimes appreciate his paintings that he’s a genius in words that I don’t know if they’re joking or serious, but I didn’t expect to hear that from my daughter.

“Put, where did you learn that?”

“Mom told me before. Dad is a genius at dealing with Mom.”

Wondering what he was talking about in front of his seven-year-old daughter, Ludwig shook his head with a wry smile.

I’m not sure exactly what category genius is, but one thing’s for sure: at least it’s a word that’s far from that.

“Dad is not a genius. Instead, I just drew a lot because it was fun to draw.”

“Ugh… Then, if I draw a lot of anise, will I be able to draw well?”

It seems that I really want to draw well.

Perhaps it was because of the vague longing for his parents he had as a child, thought Ludwig.

Of course, it would be difficult if she was alone, but there was a good teacher named Ludwig by her side.

Above all, as a father, it would not be bad to spend quality time with his daughter while teaching him how to draw.

Then Ludwig firmly nodded, thinking that it would be important to instill confidence first.

“Of course. Whose daughter is Anise?”

“I’m Daddy’s daughter!”

“right.”

Ludwig smiled heartily at the sight of his daughter raising both hands and answering brightly.

Then, as a hand stretched out inadvertently and grabbed Anis’ cheek, the smile on her lips widened as well.

While they were having such a happy time, the door to the studio opened and Emilia appeared with a slightly sullen face with her hand on one side of her waist.

“You only play with the father and daughter and leave me alone?”

“Ah, Emilia. It’s later than expected.”

“I didn’t even know the two of them went to the studio.”

‘If Paula hadn’t told me, I wouldn’t have known.’ Uncharacteristically for her, Emilia grumbled and went inside.

Apparently today, Ludwig got up from his seat and kissed her on the cheek.

“Oh my… If that’s the case, I can’t say anything more.”

“That’s what I’m saying. Where were you anyway?”

“I was talking to my mother for a while. Just because a good car came in… … .”

“I see.”

Both Emilia and Diana were tea drinkers, so that must have been an irresistible proposal.

Ludwig nodded as if he understood, then brought a chair and sat her down.

“by the way… our daughter?”

“Heeep!”

As soon as she sat down, Emilia spoke to her daughter in a rather cool tone.

At this, Anis’s body flinched and turned her head with a creaking sound.

“My mother would have asked me to tell my father that if there was something to go, she would also go with me…” Can I break my promise at will? Can’t we?”

“Oh, I forgot… … !”

Ludwig tilted his head at the sight of the instantly frozen air and his daughter’s trembling figure.

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Judging from the circumstances, it was clear that something unusual had happened, but it was difficult to guess what it was.

‘What do you mean?’

He also understood what his wife said.

If Anise had to visit Ludwig, it would mean to come and tell Emilia first and go with her.

The question is, why are you mad about it?

And Anis wondered why she was so frightened.

Although the two mothers and daughters put Ludwig’s doubts aside and continued the conversation that only they knew.

“Flash? That’s strange. Didn’t you go to your mother’s room for that? anise.”

“Oh, that can’t be… ! Anis was playing alone… … !”

“is that so? Apparently, Grita said that our beautiful daughter came to her mother’s room and asked when the conversation with her grandmother would be over… … ?”

‘Are my mother’s ears wrong?’ Emilia asked again as she looked down at her daughter-in-law with cold eyes in contrast to her quiet tone of voice.

In response, Anise shouted ‘Hee!’ With a shriek, he got up from his seat and hid behind Ludwig.

It was a possible action because she had already realized at this age that a shield using her father would always work well for her mother.

“Ah, Anise! Can’t you come out from behind Dad right now!?”

“I do not like it… ! Then mom will scold me again… … !”

“Yeah!? Oh, no, whoever sees you knows that you are a mother who scolds her daughter on a fictitious day… … !”

Undoubtedly, compared to other parents, Emilia belonged to the axis with a fairly broad education policy.

On the contrary, she was on the side of whether she was right or wrong as much as possible about her daughter’s behavior, to the extent that she would raise her hand on Ludwig’s side if it was divided into who was more strict.

Nonetheless, it was only to be distracted by the reality of making a mother like a stepmother disciplining her daughter if she hurriedly spoke a word.

Because there was a good reason for this anyway.

“Annis, I don’t know what happened, but make up with your mother properly.”

“But Dad… … .”

“Write.”

“Hey.”

But fortunately, thanks to Ludwig taking her side, Emilia was able to put her mind at ease.

He picked up the daughter’s tiny body and held it forward, making eye contact with her mother, asking the two about the situation.

Knowing the details would help him resolve the conflict.

“I’m sorry, Mom… … .”

“Well, then do you know what you did wrong? anise.”

“yes. I lied to my mom, and I went to my dad without telling my mom… … .”

This is also a method of education that Ludwig often uses, but he does not forgive until he says something wrong.

However, if you are admitting your fault and showing signs of genuine reflection, you will not be given further admonishment.

When I was young, there were minor punishments such as raising my hand, but now I tend to understand words well.

“If you know, even Mom will forgive you. Won’t you do it again?”

“Yeah? that, that… … .”

When Emilia asked again, wondering if there was any concern about recidivism, Anise rolled her eyes and wiggled her hands.

Seeing that figure, Emilia’s eyes gradually narrowed, but Ludwig, unaware of it, patted Anis on the back with a benevolent smile.

“Annis, go ahead and tell Mom, ‘I won’t do that.’ I should say.”

“… … .”

“… anise?”

When Ludwig spoke the name of Anis again in a questioning voice, she hesitated for a moment before finally bringing out the words she had been holding in her heart in a fit of rage.

“That, but… ! I want to play with my dad, but when there are three of us, my mom always takes my dad away… … !”

“What?”

At the unexpected answer, Ludwig stopped with a dumbfounded expression.

On the other hand, Emilia cut off her daughter’s words at once, as if she knew that would be the case, but with a tone that made no sense.

“No, as I said before, Dad is Mom.”

“Anis is my father’s daughter… … !”

“Is your mother your father’s wife?”

“Wow… … !”

In the end, Anis, who gave up on winning with words, went to Ludwig’s side and hugged his leg tightly.

“Dad! Mom is bothering Anise again… … !”

“anise! I told you not to use Dad like that!?”

“… … .”

How the hell did a peaceful family end up like this?

Ludwig patted Anis on the shoulder, clutching at his distant mind.

Somehow, the imagination of the picture I had been drawing with ease a moment ago had turned white in my head.

Only then did it seem that her daughter’s wish could not come true today.