My Crybaby Father is the Kingdom’s Worst Villain

Luzia opened her eyes to find the room eerily silent. The staff, who had been trembling and pleading moments ago, were gone without a trace. Her stomach twisted as the reality of what she had just witnessed sank in.

Her thoughts raced, 'He used oblivion magic... It's the same magic he used on Luzia in the novel...'

She glanced at Ramiro, who was still radiating an aura of restrained power, his expression softened as his gaze landed on her.

With a warm smile that contrasted starkly against the earlier display of destructive magic, he extended his hand toward her. "Let's go home together, Luzia."

Luzia hesitated, staring at his outstretched hand. Her fists clenched at her sides as a sharp resolve began to build within her. 'I will not let that happen. I will avoid that fate!'

Luzia hesitated before slowly reaching out, her small hand brushing against Ramiro's much larger one.

"Alright, let's go…" she mumbled, her voice barely audible.

She expected him to start moving immediately, but Ramiro remained frozen, rooted to the spot. Puzzled, Luzia tilted her head up to look at him—and froze. Tears were streaming down his face, his expression a mix of overwhelming sorrow and joy.

Her eyes widened. 'Why is he crying again?!'

Ramiro's voice trembled in his mind as he thought, 'It has been so long... I have longed to hold your hand, my precious Luzia. I thought I lost both you and your mother...'

His emotions surged, and his magical aura began to ripple violently, the air around them shimmering with unstable energy. Objects in the room started trembling, as though the house itself was holding its breath.

Luzia's heart sank. 'Oh no. Not again.'

She could feel the magic swelling like a storm about to break. 'Ugh, okay, I have no choice but to do this.' She thought as she closed her eyes.

She opened her eyes and with the most innocent voice she could muster, she tugged lightly on his hand. "Umm... Dad? My legs are hurting. Can you please carry me home?"

Ramiro's magic stuttered for a moment, the ominous hum in the air flickering like a candle in the wind. He blinked down at her, his tears stopping mid-flow as his face softened.

"Of course, my little Luzia," he said, his voice trembling but tender. Without hesitation, he bent down and scooped her up like she weighed nothing, cradling her as if she were made of glass.

Luzia sighed internally as she rested her head on his shoulder, trying to act like the dutiful daughter. 'Crisis averted. For now.'

Meanwhile, the room gave a groan of relief as Ramiro's aura settled. Luzia could only hope he wouldn't start crying again before they got home.

Ramiro stepped out of the orphanage, Luzia still safely cradled in his arms. The cold morning air brushed against them, but it didn't seem to faze him. His focus was solely on the path ahead.

Outside the gates, the carriage was parked, as expected, with two guards standing at attention. They were dressed in dark uniforms, their postures stiff and formal. As soon as they spotted Ramiro approaching, both guards immediately bowed in reverence.

The first guard, with light blue hair and matching light blue eyes, gave a respectful nod. The second, with copper-colored hair and dark black eyes, mirrored his actions.

Luzia's gaze flickered from one to the other. She muttered under her breath, "Oh right… Sir Stephan and Sir Ivan…"

Her mind sharpened as she recalled Sir Ivan's true nature. 'Sir Ivan... He's no trustworthy man. In the future, he would try to harm her—Luzia—and when his attempt failed, he'd framed Sir Stephan for his own crime. The false execution of Sir Stephan would eventually be revealed, and Ramiro would have killed Ivan for his betrayal.

Luzia's lips curled slightly at the thought. 'If he's trying to harm me, I might as well get rid of him immediately...'

But she quickly suppressed her anger. It wasn't time yet. There was a more subtle way to handle the situation.

As they approached, Sir Stephan opened the carriage door for Ramiro. Ramiro stepped inside with Luzia still held carefully in his arms. He made himself comfortable in the plush interior, then gently placed her on his lap. The carriage door shut with a soft click behind them.

Luzia adjusted herself. 'Alright, time to go over the story.'

Her mind began to run through the events she knew so well. The heroine of this novel is Princess Benedicta... She had two men vying for her attention: Isidro de Salazar, the second lead, and Ignacio de Castillo, the male lead.

Luzia, though once engaged to Ignacio, had her engagement broken when Ramiro harmed Ignacio, and that's what caused the annulment...But why did Ramiro harm him?

Luzia closed her eyes for a brief moment, wishing she could close out the storyline.

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The carriage jolted gently as it began to roll down the road. The noise of the wheels on cobblestone was oddly calming to Luzia, despite the thoughts in her mind. She glanced up at Ramiro, ' To be honest right now he doesn't seem like the villainous cold , heartless father the author made him out to be...'

She felt her eyelids grow heavier with each passing moment. The gentle rocking of the carriage and the rhythmic sound of the wheels on the cobblestones lulled her into a state of drowsiness. 'i'm feeling sleepy already, is it the carriage movement or the fact i'm in a child's body.' Despite her best efforts to stay awake, the warm embrace of Ramiro's arms and the faint scent of his coat were strangely comforting. ' oh maybe it's because Ramiro ...is surprisingly good at holding a child...it is odd...'

Her last conscious thought was, 'How can someone who holds me so tenderly be the same man who brings so much destruction in the novel? Is this… an act, or is there more to him than I know?'

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Ramiro glanced down at Luzia as her breathing steadied, signaling she had drifted off. A soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips. His large hand moved to brush a stray lock of hair from her face.

"You're so much like her," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of the carriage wheels. His expression darkened slightly, the softness fading as he gazed out the window. His mind churned with memories and plans. "I won't lose you again, Luzia. No matter what it takes… even if the world must burn to keep you safe."

Ramiro closed his eyes briefly, his aura flickering faintly. The image of Luzia's mother resurfaced in his mind—her laughter, her smile, and the way she would tenderly caress her round belly while teaching him how to care for a child. A sharp pang of guilt and longing washed over him, but he swiftly suppressed it. 'If I lose control again, I might harm Luzia...'

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The carriage came to a halt, jostling Luzia awake. Her eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, she struggled to orient herself. Ramiro's face came into focus, his warm smile greeting her. "We're home," he said softly, his tone as gentle as his hold on her.

Home. The word sent a chill through her. Luzia wasn't sure she could call the place awaiting her a home—not when it belonged to a man she couldn't fully trust.

As Ramiro stepped out of the carriage, still carrying her, 'I need to figure him out. If I want to avoid the fate this story has laid out for me, I need to know who Ramiro really is.'

She glanced up at him, her expression unreadable. "Dad," she said softly, testing the word as it left her lips.

Ramiro froze, his eyes wide with surprise before they softened once more. "Yes, Luzia?" he asked, his voice almost trembling with emotion.

Luzia hesitated, searching his face for any sign of deception. Finding none, she forced a small, innocent smile. "Thank you… for bringing me home."

Ramiro's breath caught, and for a moment, it seemed as though he might cry again.

'Oh no, is he going to cry again?!' Luzia thought, her panic rising at the possibility. But to her surprise, he didn't.

Instead, he simply nodded, his arms tightening around her in a protective embrace as he began walking toward the grand estate looming in the distance.