## Chapter 1539 – The Foreign Black Hair – Demon God of Another World

I lined a sieve with brown paper towels and carefully transferred the finished pancakes onto it, one by one. They were all fried to a golden brown, so much so that it felt like I was handling gold nuggets.

No, I should compare the gold nuggets to these pancakes.

The pancakes my women made were worth that much. They were seriously delicious. What’s so special about Earth cuisine? The food my women make is the best in the world.

“It’s so delicious, I just collapsed and burst into tears.”

My legs gave out, and I had no choice but to sit down and wail, pounding the ground. I got nagged for acting crazy again, but what could I do if it was so delicious?

Anyway, I kept sneaking bites every time they made a pancake, so there weren’t many left in the end. But it’s enough. My father should burst into tears just from tasting this.

I can’t give him all of it.

I’ll just let him have a taste.

“Wow. Seriously, this is the best thing I’ve eaten in decades!”

As I kept showering them with compliments, they smiled shyly, looking embarrassed. The best way to treat someone who made something for you is to praise how delicious it is.

“Hehe, Kat. Was it that good? You’ve said that dozens of times already.”
“I’m glad the Saintess is satisfied.”

I wish I could eat like this more often.

“Alright, then. Now, let’s go show that… strange father-in-law the taste of the pancakes we made.”
“If he says it’s not good, I swear I’ll beat him to a pulp.”

As Liz said that, Karin cracked her neck and raised her fist. Even though she had fun making them.

“Hey, Blackie. If you cause trouble here, I’ll take the leftover ingredients and flour and shove them all in Cyber-nim’s mouth.”
“Of course. Winia, you have the right to do that. No, I’d even encourage it.”

If you make them fry pancakes and then say they’re not good, you deserve a knuckle sandwich.

But would he really do that? Come to think of it, I was able to eat these pancakes made by my women thanks to my father. That’s a very good thing. I should buy him 100 million won worth of red ginseng.

And so.

“I’ll carry it myself.”

I picked up the sieve and walked towards my father.

“…It smells good.”

My father, sitting in front of the red low dining table, was looking at me with his arms crossed.

“Of course it smells good. Who do you think made it?”

ㅡSlide.

I placed the sieve on the table. Behind me, my women followed and lined up in a row.

“Anyway, your daughters-in-law worked hard to make these, so eat them quickly. And if you eat them and talk nonsense, you’ll see what true filial impiety is, so keep that in mind.”
“Keuntae, you little rascal, you’ve lost all your manners. Is that how I raised you?”
“Anyone would become like this if they lived with Dad. Anyway, hurry up. Just eat it and enjoy it.”
“Alright.”

My father immediately grabbed the chopsticks. We watched him with a combative attitude. Those pancakes were now our messengers entering enemy territory. Like those messengers who always die in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms. Wondering what would happen to the messenger who went into enemy territory is universal.

ㅡSlide.

The first one he picked up was.

The Pollock pancake made by Claudie.

“Kat. I made that one.”
“Hehehe, I know.”

My father dipped it lightly in soy sauce and carefully put it in his mouth and chewed.

ㅡMunch munch.

I felt a little nervous.

Slowly.

My father chewed the Pollock pancake very slowly, as if savoring it. When the Pollock pancake went down his throat, my father said.

“The elasticity of the flesh… is very well preserved. The oil is also well absorbed.”

Is that a good review?

Claudie nodded, and the other women, who were ready to resort to violence if necessary, looked at each other.

And so.

My father ate all the pancakes that my wives had carefully made, one by one. Skewered pancakes, zucchini pancakes, chili pancakes, meatballs, tofu pancakes, vegetable tempura. Wait, does vegetable tempura count as a pancake?

Before long, my father, having finished tasting everything, took out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth.

And.

“…Delicious.”

He gave his evaluation.

“It’s delicious.”

Oh.

“Really… really delicious.”

He looked touched.

“The best pancakes I’ve ever eaten.”

Did he really just say that?

“Well, of course they’re delicious.”
“Yeah, who do you think made them?”
“Hehe, you endured well. But didn’t he eat them well? Your father-in-law may be a little strange, but he’s not a bad person.”

The women nodded, as if they were glad to have received a good evaluation.

“However.”

What?

“They all taste the same.”

What did you say?

“They all have the same… too luxurious taste. To be blunt, they lack uniqueness.”
“Dad, what are you talking about? Do you really want to become father-in-law pancake?”
“I was just giving a cold assessment. Anyway. I enjoyed the meal. Indeed. A cooking skill befitting the position of a daughter-in-law of the Kim family.”

This person almost disintegrated just now.

“So, you’re saying you enjoyed the meal, right?”
“Didn’t I say that? They’re the most delicious pancakes I’ve ever eaten.”
“Then that’s good.”

I turned to the women and asked.

“It’s good, right?”
“Yeah. That’s good.”

Claudie replied on behalf of everyone.
Well, everyone seemed satisfied.

The fact that they enjoyed making the pancakes was a big part of it.

“Then sit down. I have one last thing to say.”
“What else is there?”
“Keuntae, you little rascal. Develop some patience. Didn’t your father always tell you? The most important thing in life is patience…”
“Okay. Okay. Just say it. Let’s sit down. We need to finish this.”

The women, having said okay, sat down.

* * *

“In Korea, there are holidays called Lunar New Year and Chuseok.”

No sooner had he started talking than.

“From now on, our daughters-in-law must come here every holiday and go down to the countryside together. We’ll go down to the countryside to take care of our ancestors who have passed away. We’ll also make food. Let’s promote friendship and prosperity within the family.”

Absurd words poured out.

“Excuse me?”
“Pardon?”
“What did you say?”

The women reacted in surprise.

Come home every holiday? We’re not office workers, there’s no way that’s possible.

“Did you say to come every holiday?”

As Kadia asked in a polite tone, my father nodded.

“Taking care of our ancestors is a very important thing. Only by serving our great ancestors well can good energy enter the house. I won’t tell you to take care of the memorial days. Just come down for Lunar New Year and Chuseok.”

He’s seriously misunderstanding something.

It’s not possible to come every holiday.

“I know that Keuntae and your daughters-in-law are doing great things. But even the leaders of any country in the world take a break on holidays. So every holiday…”

I was about to correct this misunderstanding, but Liz immediately said.

“Wait a minute, Cyber-ji? We can’t do that. Coming every year on specific days.”
“What?”
“It’s impossible because of our schedules. We might be able to come once every few years, but it’s impossible to come twice a year.”
“Why is it impossible?”

He sounded puzzled.

“Of course, it’s because of time.”
“Even though our daughters-in-law are queens in other worlds and beings like gods. Now that you’ve become daughters-in-law of our Kim family, that’s not very important. What’s important is serving the ancestors of the family. Just because you’re a king doesn’t mean you don’t have to do what you have to do. Rather, if you’re a king, you should keep your duty. “
“…Well, there’s also the issue of our identities, not just the time issue. Even if Father-in-law says that, we can’t go there because we have to hide our identities.”
“Didn’t you hide your identities well and come here today? You can do it well.”

Seriously absurd.

For my father, who was a huge fan of Confucianism, taking care of holidays was more important than anything else. In my father’s mind, yes. Even the kings of the Joseon Dynasty served their ancestors and celebrated holidays, so why can’t we do that? That’s probably what he’s thinking.

This requires physical therapy.

“Anyway, keep that in mind. I’m your father-in-law, but I’m also the head of the family. Are you going to ignore all the words of the head of the family now? Keuntae. Even the kings of the Joseon Dynasty celebrated holidays. Even if you’re the king of another world, shouldn’t you do what you have to do? Don’t you want to celebrate the holidays? Keuntae, you haven’t changed since you were a child. You have to do what you have to do, even if you don’t like it.”
“I, I can’t take it anymore…!”

Not only Liz, but everyone was building up their anger.

Let’s let him get scolded once.

“Listen to your father-in-law. Respecting the ancestors, who are the elders of the family, is truly natural…”

Overflowing anger.

Just as everyone was about to explode with anger.

ㅡSaaa.

Suddenly.

A cold energy poured out, constricting the space.

“Uh.”

Along with the chill that permeated from the seat.

A voice was heard.

“Did you just say elder?”

It was Lisha’s voice.

Full of cold magic.
Such a voice of anger.

“Aren’t you the fourth daughter? Keuntae. Turn off the air conditioner. It’s suddenly very cold… Fourth daughter? What did you just say?”
“Watch your words.”
“What?”
“Why do you keep speaking informally?”

Surprisingly.

“W, what did you just say?”
“You keep saying elder.”

Lisha stepped forward…!

“The Witch-nim took the lead.”
“Our oldest sister…”
“Lisha-nim…!”

Since Lisha rarely stepped forward, the other women, who were about to explode with anger, stopped trying to get up and looked at Lisha!

“What is that…?”
“Why are you staring at an adult like that?”

Lisha!

The angry Lisha began to scold my father, using her age as an excuse!

“Did you say to respect ancestors and family elders? Watch your words. I’m asking you now. Why aren’t you answering?”
“W, w, what? K, Keuntae?”

By that point, my father felt an unusual energy and called me, at a loss. But Lisha didn’t just let that go…! She immediately deployed magic to hold my father’s body tightly, and turned his gaze, which had turned to me, back to her!

“Watch your words. Are you turning your gaze away when an adult is speaking? And your attitude is bad from the start. Hurry. Sit up straight. You keep stuttering, how can you stutter in front of an adult? Speak properly.”
“O, okay…”

A thorny tone!

It was almost the first time I had heard Lisha speak like this!

“Fourth daughter… what is this…?”
“Didn’t you say to respect the family elders? Then it seems right that you should listen to me. “
“T, that?”
“If you’ve become a daughter-in-law of the Kim family, then I’m also a member of the Kim family. I should receive the treatment of a family elder. And you’re still speaking informally? You need education.”

ㅡSlide.

“Heoooock!”

When Lisha gestured, my kneeling father raised his arms like an elementary school student being punished…! To be kneeling with his hands up at that age!

“Father.”

I quietly told the truth to such a father.

“K, Keuntae! What is this all about!”
“Well, you see… Lisha is older than Dad. A lot older.”

Estimated age of about 500 years old.

Since she came out of the Demon World during the Idol War, Lisha’s age can be said to be about 500 years old.

Claudie is estimated to be about 120 years old, so that’s 4 times Claudie’s age.

All of our Kim family ancestors are below Lisha.

If we assume about 30 years per generation, that’s 16 generations and 20 years left. If we go back about 500 years, was that when the Gimyo Massacre happened? Wasn’t that around the time when Yeonsangun died? I suddenly realized the generation gap with Lisha.

But she’s still a cute woman who likes to be spanked.

“That, that means…!”

My father’s eyes widened and his pupils dilated, as if he had received a great shock.

“The fourth daughter’s age is!!!!!”
“Quiet.”

A voice that pierced the space.

“How dare you raise your voice in front of an adult?”
“…!”

Respect for elders.

The grim reaper in charge of the hyper-Confucian old man father.

Was none other than.

The eldest, Lisha.

“Watch your words, quickly lie on your stomach.”