TFWSDW 54

~Chapter 54~

[Game Forum – Off-topic]

Title: But about Derrick though…

Guys, today no guide—just some fun TMI.

We all know Derrick is set up as the Church’s former hero…

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By setting, Holy Knights are the type who either already have bad tempers, or will develop them after fighting monsters and supernatural phenomena.
Plenty of players hate the Holy Knight NPCs for that reason (lol).

So here’s the question—
our fragile glassfish Derrick, with zero self-esteem—
did he used to have a bad temper too?

The answer… was hidden in the April Fool’s event cinematic!

(Video)

At 3 minutes 20 seconds, listen closely to the passing line and voice.

Hear the angry tone?
He’s scolding a subordinate for a mistake—super scary.
And yep, that was Derrick, lol.

These pervy devs, releasing that on April Fool’s…?!

Enjoy!

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 Savior1
Wow… gave me army senior PTSD,,,;
└ Savior2: For me, my boss…
└ Savior3: For me, our school vice principal, dammit (I’m a teacher)

 Savior4
Whoa, it’s like he’s a different person; how’d he end up needing Dr. OhXYoung level therapy…?
└ Savior1: Shh, blame the Church bastards.
└ Savior2: No, it’s the Evil God’s fault, you fool.

 Savior5
That voice is sexy tho…

‘I definitely remember reading a post like this…’

It felt surreal, like rediscovering something I’d forgotten.
Never thought I’d see it myself this soon.

In the game, “loss of self-esteem” wasn’t an easy condition—it took ages of effort before you could really benefit from him as a guardian.

But now, things weren’t looking easy.

Dad’s fierce reaction froze the Holy Knights in place.

Some looked upset, but even they stood stiff, unable to move.

‘Too under-leveled to mess with Dad anyway.’

The leading knight flinched for just a moment.
Then his face turned red with anger.

“What… what did you just say?”

Guess he felt humiliated for being scared.

‘Yeah, inferiority complex confirmed.’

“Are you insulting us, the Black Holy Knights Order, who act under a cardinal’s command?”

Even though the Pope candidate was the last hope of both the Church and the world,
the Church always avoided needless bloodshed from infighting.

‘Though they still stupidly endanger candidates with their own schemes.’

So this guy must be either hot-headed or just snapped for a moment.

“You… you think my words are a joke?!”

Whish!

Even as his hand swung toward me,
my mind stayed strangely calm.

Naturally—

Thwack!

Dad caught the rude hand.
Good so far, but then—

Crunch!

The chilling sound of breaking bone rang out.

‘Wha—?!’

“What… what did you just do?”

“Ghhhk—aaaghhh!”

Dad’s grip kept it from showing,
but the knight screamed, forgetting that patience was a knight’s virtue.

‘Oh wow…’

“‘Did you say ‘dare’? Then I’ll ask you.”

“Ugh—ghh— how could you…!”

“Dare to raise a hand against the Pope candidate?”

“I-I never—”

Dad cut him off before he could excuse himself.

“Against my daughter?”

I was touched… but also rolled my eyes.

‘Dad… I love that you’re angry for me, but this is cutting it close…’

It was clear he’d get in trouble at this rate.

And sure enough—
besides the fury on the knights’ faces,
the real problem was—

‘Dad’s eyes…’

His eye color had shifted slightly.

I quickly grabbed his cheek.

“….”

“Dad!”

Just as I feared!

‘He’s showing signs of berserk!’

The other knights hadn’t noticed yet.
I pulled Dad’s face down with both hands.

Smack!

“You see me, right? Nemesia!”

“….”

“You see me!”

I swallowed as his unfocused eyes stared back.

“…Yeah.”

At last, the focus returned a little.
I breathed in relief.

‘No way am I letting him show berserk signs in front of these bastards.’

The knight’s face was pale now—not just from pain,
but from fear of what was coming.

‘With Dad’s strength stat, his bone’s probably shattered.’

But Holy Knights often survived worse—holes through their stomachs weren’t unusual.
Thanks to healing priests, even that healed fast.
That’s why they were the “last bulwark,” the “zombies” of this world.

But using such force on me, a Pope candidate?
That was a guaranteed grave crime.

‘Whoever picked this guy as leader—thanks a lot.
He just handed us proof himself.’

“Dad, let him go…”

I pointed timidly at the knight.
My voice was small, but surely clear.

“Let him go, okay?”

Dad released his grip.
The knight stumbled back, but I ignored him.

“…I wasn’t wrong.
I’d have done worse if we’d gone back.”

“Mm-hm… you did good.”

I smiled up at him.

“Dad, you were so cool. I always thought you’re the best.”

“….”

I kept my tone shy for the watching eyes,
but made sure Dad heard every word.

His cheeks colored faintly.

“Ha, are you sane? I won’t forget this!”

So loud—guess the guilty shout the most.
The knight shrieked, pupils blown wide.

“You threatened a Pope candidate—you’ll face harsh punishment too.”

“We’ll see.”

At his gesture, the waiting knights tightened the circle.

“Who saw it, anyway?”

‘Wow, this idiot. Big mistake.’

Plenty of villains in the game made the same error—
thinking the protagonist was just a child they could push around.

Judging by his arrogance and jealousy of Dad,
he was likely from a family of long-time Holy Knights.

‘And he’s betting that Dad’s current “sealed hero” status makes his words powerless.’

‘Yeah, this guy’s rotten to the core.’

I grinned inwardly.
Too bad for him—I loved punishing people like this.

“Come with us now. Or will you resist?”

The knight sneered.

“Refusing a cardinal’s order means exile.”

“….”

Dad’s eyes sank again.

I quickly grabbed his robe.

‘Dad, he’s bluffing. You’ve scared him enough already!’

I could feel the bravado barely holding him together.

But the real problem was the rank of the one who’d given the order.

‘Usher, you bastard. You dragged in a cardinal already?’

I had to admit it—the guts to move the highest of the high.

Fine then.

“Dad.”

There was no helping it now.
If Dad resisted to the end, they’d demand judgment—
and both sides would get punished.

We couldn’t afford that.
Not with Dad’s status.

‘Because he’s a contaminated Holy Knight.’

If punished, he’d lose his role as my guardian.
And I couldn’t, wouldn’t replace him.

This wasn’t my first time facing such a situation.

“…It’s okay. Go with them.”

Looking up at him with regret, I saw his face harden.

“….”

He bit his lips pale.

“I failed you… No, never mind.”

He hugged me tighter.

Soft divine light shimmered only around us.
He’d set up a sound barrier.

“Nemesia, you warned me this could happen, but… I…”

“It’s okay.”

I nodded slightly.

“Dad, am I brave?”

He slowly nodded with a stiff face.

“Good. I’m fine. Let’s not get angry here.”

Otherwise, we’d just be giving them exactly what they wanted.
And I already knew their intent.

‘We can set a trap too, can’t we?’

“We prepared for this situation, right?”

Dad lowered his head slightly, worry filling his eyes.

“…I’ll return by tonight.”

“Mm-hm. I won’t leave my room. Promise.”

“…Alright.”

He sighed quietly.

“…For just today, I’ll send someone to take my place. Someone you can trust.”

“Wha—Dad!”

I was shocked.

“…You have a friend?!”

Oops.
That wasn’t even in the game’s setting…

Dad’s face fell visibly.

“…Guess that suits trash like me…”

“N-no, that’s not what I meant…!”

Sorry, Dad!
But seriously—
who’s the friend?!