Villain Simulator-Chapter 84: Talk with Father

My calm voice resonated slightly in the spacious office.

Despite the startling revelation, though, there was little surprise evident on my father’s face as he sat behind his mahogany desk.

Like a man of unyielding serenity, he maintained his unwavering composure, calmly fixing his gaze on me and offering a simple nod.

’Drake Vaiself’

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’Truly a master of poise who had weathered countless storms to reach where he stood today.’

He was a 47-year-old man with a commanding presence, sporting a salt-and-pepper beard that framed his chiseled jaw.

His tailored gray suit, crisp white shirt, and silk tie exuded timeless style.

Gold accents hinted at immense wealth, and behind him, the New York City skyline filled the room through floor-to-ceiling glass walls.

He was indeed a man of commanding presence, and when he noticed I had finished speaking, he eventually opened his mouth.

"Have you grown up so much, Brat? Meeting your father after so long, and this is the first thing you say to me? No greetings or even asking how I have been."

He reprimanded me as if I were still a child, his expression shifting from calm to that of a stern father.

But hearing him scold me evoked a feeling in my heart that I hadn’t experienced in years.

’It’s the warmth of a parent’s love.’

I wanted to touch my heart to express this emotion, but my Composure (A) compelled me to remain in character and respond as I had pre-planned.

"Yes, because even though I haven’t seen you, I am well aware of your health, and asking unnecessary questions will only waste both of our time."

"Time?"

He raised his eyebrows and continued with a smirk.

"Indeed, it would waste my time. But since when has your time become so valuable that it can be compared to mine?"

"..."

Once again, he attempted to exert pressure on me, but this time, I simply continued to look at him with an expression that said, ’Oh, really, Father?’ without saying a word.

Realizing that his tactics wouldn’t work on me, he faked a cough and changed the topic.

"Cough! Anyway, I haven’t seen you for so long, and you’ve changed so much. Come here and let me take a good look at you..."

Nodding in response, I moved closer to him from the side of his desk.

However, just as I approached, he moved with such speed that he became invisible to my eye. He stood up and... hugged me?

By the time I realized it, my head was already on his shoulder, and he patted my back.

Then he pulled back and returned to his seat, speaking once more.

"You’ve become a fine gentleman. If Tania could see it, she would be very happy."

"...Mother."

Hearing about my mother, memories of her resurfaced in my head.

However, since she wasn’t a character I had invested much time in and Adrian’s memories were more like a video, I didn’t feel a deep connection to her.

But it seemed that my father had misconstrued my silence and my mumbled response to some extent, as he shifted the topic once more.

"Alright, now give me your hand and let me check how strong you’ve become."

"Here."

He asked casually, but when I extended my hand forward in the same manner, without hesitation or a moment’s notice, he didn’t take it.

Instead, his expression changed, and he looked at me seriously.

"You don’t mind me checking on you? Are you sure you want your father to take a look at your secrets?"

"No, I don’t mind if it’s you, but I would even if it were my mother."

I spoke flatly, and he tilted his head, then gestured for me to sit in the chair beside him.

As I settled into the chair, he began to speak again.

"Don’t children these days want to hide their strength because they don’t trust anyone?"

"Heh, if I don’t trust you, who will I trust? Just check it, old man."

I extended my hand once more, speaking like the old Adrian, but again, my father refused to take it, instead pushing it back. A wide, proud smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"Take your hand back; there’s no need. Everyone has secrets, and I don’t want to pry into my children’s secrets."

Phew~!

Hearing that, I inwardly sighed in relief and calmly withdrew my hand without any noticeable change in my external demeanor.

To be honest, the issue wasn’t really about him checking my stats but rather his attitude about whether to check or not.

It was a test from him to me, and in a way, from me to him.

If he had chosen to check despite my permission, it could have indicated that he didn’t trust me or had doubts about my change in behavior.

However, since he didn’t, I knew that the path ahead was clear.

In fact, thinking this far wasn’t entirely necessary, given the relationship between Adrian and his father in the novel.

But I was a little hesitant because of my cautious nature.

This was the real world, where the rules of novels didn’t necessarily apply, and confirming everything myself seemed like a much better solution.

Fortunately, Drake Vaiself, my father in this world, was indeed the same towards his children as he was in the novel.

He was trusting, loving, not meddling in their personal affairs, and not restrictive—a perfect father who doted on his children.

However, constant doting wasn’t necessarily a good thing.

Considering how my mother in this world was in a deep coma due to an accident long ago and he was the only guide to his children, his overly doting and non-meddling nature was also a reason his children went down the wrong path in the novel.

I wouldn’t say it was entirely his fault, but to some extent, his forgiveness and unconditional support enabled Adrian to take the wrong path.

It was also his trusting nature that led to Mia’s betrayal in the novel and Adrian’s easy demise at the hands of the protagonist.

By the time he realized it, it was already too late.

Had he been a little more cautious towards his children, he might have seen through Mia’s true nature and avoided his demise.

Sigh!

Even thinking about it now made me feel bad for him, but it was then, before I could think more, that his voice broke my train of thought and brought me back to reality.

"Your mana stats were 50, right?"

"They were. Now, my mana stat is 70."

"Hoo! Seems like my senses are still sharp. I can feel you’re much stronger than someone with just 50 mana stats, and you didn’t even go to a dungeon to level up?"

"Yes."

As expected of the Guild Master of the third strongest Guild in the U.S.A., my increase in strength wasn’t hidden from him.

"That means your constitution is well above 35. A level 1 with a 70 mana stat and a 35 constitution? Pftt~hahahaha..."

He burst out laughing immediately and wiped tears of joy from his eyes.

"Congratulations, son! You have made your father proud today."

He stood up, patted my head, and then sat back.

That was it.

He didn’t ask about my class or how I had increased my stats; he was simply happy for me.

Once again, I felt a pang in my heart.

Dring-dring!

Suddenly, the speaker on his desk rang, and it was a call from his guards outside, who informed him that Mia was causing a scene outside and asked whether they should allow her in or not.

My father wasn’t heartless towards Mia, but he knew that bringing us both together in a room was like pouring cold water on hot oil.

That was why, since it was my time with him now, he rejected her without hesitation.

"No need; I am discussing something important with Adrian. Tell her to wait outside or come back later."

Click!

After disconnecting the call, he turned to me once again and spoke heartily.

"Today is such a happy day. Go bring my Macallan; let’s have a toast together, just us father and son."

This time, even I couldn’t help but be surprised.

My father loved his alcohol, and Macallan was one of his favorites that he would never give out since no one even knew if another bottle was available.

But since he was actually asking me to take it out, it just showed how happy he was.

"... Father."

"Don’t be sentimental; it’s just a bottle. Go quickly."

"Alright."

Nodding, I stood up and made my way to where the whiskey was kept.

This place wasn’t entirely foreign to me, since the old Adrian had visited here a few times in the past.

So, familiar with the layout, I made my way to my father’s private whiskey room, hidden away on the left side of his expansive circular office.

Retrieving a bottle of Macallan and two pristine glasses from there, I returned to him and got seated in my plush chair beside his, pouring a shot for each of us.

Clink!

"Cheers!"

With a clink of our glasses, we toasted to one another and sipped our whiskey, enjoying the rich flavors as a comfortable silence settled between us.

I wanted to stay with him for a little while for some reason, but I also knew I had little time left, so I had to make this meeting over quickly and continue with my training or hit a dungeon.

Fortunately, before I could bring the topic out of the blue, as if reading my mind, my father leaned in and asked, his voice carrying a sense of seriousness.

"Let’s talk business. Tell me now, What were you saying about Chaos Dungeons again?"

"Yes, so there’s going to be about 50 Chaos Dungeon breakouts all at the same time in New York City, exactly 7 days later, and I—"

Then, I explained to him everything I could without divulging my secrets.

However, the more he heard from me, the wider his eyes grew, and eventually, even he couldn’t help but ask excitedly.

"You really have such a person?"

"Yes," I replied.

Hearing my confirmation, he blinked and then controlled his excitement, a serious expression settling on his face.

"But you know, the fire you’re trying to fuel can also burn you back," he cautioned.

"It will not. I will push the fire at Sunshine Guild first."

"Ho, ho! You mean the top guild in America?"

"Yes."

Confidentially, I looked at my father, and he returned my gaze.

Once more, there was a pause between us, which my father eventually broke as he closed his eyes and rubbed his temples.

"Alright, alright, I’m in. I will support you in this one. Just remember not to get hurt."

"Thank you, Father, and I will."

I stood up, bowed to him with a glint of excitement in my eyes, and then bid farewell as I exited the room.

Outside, I encountered my sister, who immediately stopped quarreling with the guards upon noticing my exit.

"So, the star is out again? Seems like the recent fame has gotten to your brain so full of debauchery that you don’t even feel it’s important to reply to your sister?"

Once again, Mia confronted me and mocked me.

However, this time, I had nothing to hold back, so I responded in a similarly arrogant tone.

"At least I am not an ungrateful, spoiled female dog like someone who doesn’t appreciate what she received and is just a delusional, hypocritical individual who bites the hand that feeds her. Isn’t that right, S I S T E R?"

"You!"

This time, she was really pissed, but before she could speak, my father’s voice came from the speaker.

"Mia, come in now. I have something to talk to you about."

Hearing our father’s voice, Mia finally controlled her rage and went inside.

Of course, not before threatening me.

"I will deal with you later, arrogant brat."

Unfortunately for her, I wasn’t the soft-persimmon old Adrian, and so instead of replying to her, I turned to Charlotte.

"Let’s go, Charlotte. Dogs bark, but a king’s procession never stops."

"Bastard!"

Mia yelled.

"Mia!"

But hearing our father’s shout, she stopped, didn’t say anything, and turned around, gritting her teeth.

It was also then that...

"Woho! Master, Charlotte is incoming."

Charlotte replied happily and, acting like a kid, rushed towards me.

Though, as soon as she approached me,

Bam!

I tapped softly on her head.

"Ouch! Why hit me?"

"I was receiving the incoming Charlotte."

"Master!!!"

Charlotte pouted and protested with her childish antics, but I ignored her and got in the elevator, where I took out my phone and made a call with an evil smile on my face.

"Hey! Sylvia. Tomorrow, let’s go to a dungeon; you want revenge on those three girls, right?"