A Stay-at-home Dad’s Restaurant In An Alternate World

Warrick’s eyes widened with incredulity as he stared at Mag. His longsword clattered to the ground, and he fell back onto the ground. Blood gushed from his mouth, and he stared intently at Mag. Even following his demise, his eyes were still wide open.

Blood slowly seeped from his body, staining the ground red, and tainting the small puddles nearby.

The scent of blood in the air caused Mag to furrow his brows, and his hand shuddered slightly. Killing someone was not easy, after all.

However, Mag didn’t regret killing Warrick.

He deserved to die for his crimes; besides, he had threatened the most precious thing in Mag’s life.

From the moment that he displayed lust toward Amy, he was already a dead man.

He was telling him as a father that little lolis were born to be spoiled, not to be tainted by disgusting men like him.

“Father is so strong!!!” Amy closed her eyes, but she still clapped her little hands with elation.

“Yes! The bad man is dead! Mother, we’re saved!” Jessica also grabbed onto Rebecca’s hand with joy.

Rebecca’s eyes sprang open upon hearing that, and she was greeted by the sight of Mag standing over Warrick’s dead body. She was momentarily stunned as if she couldn’t believe what she was seeing before tears of joy began to flow down her face.

“B-Boss is dead!”

The underling that had just been kicked by Mag not long ago suddenly howled like a pig being slaughtered before trying to struggle to his feet.

“Run! This man has just committed murder!”

The other lackeys also tried to struggle to their feet despite the pain from their injuries.

In their hearts, Warrick was an invincible man, but he had been killed in the blink of an eye—with a tree branch, no less.

They didn’t even see how Warrick had been struck before he died. Just how terrifyingly powerful was this man?

Their minds had been broken by the horror they felt, and all they could think about was running away, and getting as far away from that terrifying man as possible.

Mag looked at the burly lackeys that were preparing to run away, and he asked coldly, “Did I say you could leave?”

The underlings immediately faltered in their steps upon hearing that.

Even Warrick was no match for this man; they didn’t dare to run away without his permission!

“Please let us go! We’re all good people, but we’ve been forced by Warrick to do his bidding! It’s all Warrick’s fault!”

“Please spare us! We’ll never do anything like this again! We promise to be good people from now on.”

One lackey after another fell to his knees as they sobbed.

All of them began to describe their tragic experiences, saying how they had been forced to do Warrick’s bidding despite their strong reluctance.

“I can believe that all of you have been forced to do Warrick’s bidding. As for whether you’re good people or not? Sorry, but I’m not an idiot.” Mag sneered at the sobbing lackeys.

He wasn’t going to kill them, as they weren’t engaged in a duel, so killing them was illegal, and could bring negative ramifications to him. However, he wasn’t going to let them go, as the crimes they had committed were most definitely punishable by death. As such, the best course of action was to let the Gray Temple or the city lord’s castle deal with this matter.

…

“Master Brandli, something seems to have happened over there; should we go and have a look?” On a street near the miners’ residential area, a Gray Temple member was inspecting a charred black pit in the ground when he heard a commotion erupting nearby, and he turned to Brandli with an inquisitive expression.

Brandli stood up, and asked, “What’s going on over there?”

He had received reports of irregular magic waves appearing here, and a house had been burned down, so he had arrived on the scene a while ago.

It appeared that a fire magic spell had been unleashed by a 5th-tier magic caster here. Thankfully, no one had suffered any casualties as a result. The house that had been burned down was only an abandoned one, so it could only count as a 1st-tier incident.

“It appears to be a duel between two knights, which isn’t very noteworthy in itself, but the location is a bit peculiar; the duel took place in the residential area for the families of deceased miners.” An explanation was quickly provided.

“Families of deceased miners?” Brandli contemplated momentarily before nodding as he said, “Let’s go have a look.”

…

“Is Warrick dead?” All of the onlookers had incredulity in their eyes.

A hunched old man picked up a rock, and strode over slowly. His wrinkly face had a reddish-black complexion as if the color of the mines had seeped into his skin. He looked down at Warrick’s corpse, and there was intense hatred in his eyes.

One person after another emerged from the black bungalows, and they also made their way over to the dead body.

Most of them were elderly people or women, and there were even some children. Their numb facades finally crumbled, revealing burning hatred and resentment underneath.

All of them gripped the rocks they had picked up tightly in their hands, and strode forward silently.

A hint of surprise appeared on Mag’s face at the sight of the advancing masses, and he hesitated momentarily before retreating back to his bicycle.

“Father, you were so awesome there. What are they doing with those rocks, though?” Amy was a little perplexed by the sight of everyone converging together.

“They’re taking revenge.” Mag covered Amy’s ears and eyes with his hands, and looked on with a grave expression as everyone converged toward Warrick and his lackeys.

“Mother?” Jessica was also a little confused as she looked up at Rebecca.

“Don’t look, Jessica! You’re not the same as them! You’re going to become the best seamstress in Chaos City; you still have hopes and dreams!” Rebecca held Jessica tightly in her ams, and clamped her hands over her ears.

“Splat!”

One rock was hurled after another, sending blood splattering through the air as howls of agony erupted.

All of the rocks were soon stained with blood.

That blood belonged to both Warrick’s corpse and his underlings.

Emotions finally appeared on their numb faces, and they seemed to have found a hint of release as well as hope to continue living.

A hunched old man tore off one of Warrick’s ears with his teeth, and chewed on it a few times before swallowing. He was then forced out by the crowd, and fell to his knees as he roared to the heavens. “Somani, my poor daughter; I’ve avenged you! I’ve avenged you, my daughter!”

His sobbing cries seemed to be contagious, and many more roars of pain and despair soon followed as people vented their hatred and frustration.

“What are you all doing?! Hurry up and disperse! Governor Woodrow is here! Do you all want to be detained?!”

Right at that moment, a loud voice erupted along with the sound of blades being drawn.