I’m Protecting a Child Who Knows the Future

“Hello? My name is Estelle. Sorry to bother you when we’ve just met, but could you become my mother?”

“I’m not asking you to raise me for free. I’ll pay for my own upbringing, so please just buy one lottery ticket with this number.”

A girl suddenly appears out of nowhere.

At first it feels like some kind of prank, but the lottery ticket really wins.

And not just a little—it wins a staggering 10 billion ruche!

“Now that we’re rich, please adopt Estelle!”

“Sorry, but no matter how much money I have, I can’t adopt you. I’m unmarried.”

In this country, only a married couple with a marriage registration can adopt a child.

Thankfully, it seems Estelle understands that situation too.

“Dad! Mom is trying to abandon us! Dad can’t make money, and I eat too much!”

She keeps spouting nonsense to a man who has barely survived death, has lost his memories, and doesn’t even know his own name or identity.

“Wait, don’t look at me like that! This is our first time meeting, okay? I don’t know who you are!”

“I don’t remember, but it’s all my fault, dear. Please give me one chance, okay?”

“Well, no, I’m telling you!”

A woman insisting they are complete strangers, and a five-year-old child bawling and calling them Mom and Dad.

It was only natural that the man would believe the child’s words.

“My dear seems determined to kick me out somehow, but I can’t leave when I’ve got a rabbit of a wife and a fox of a daughter. I’m not going.”

There was no way to drive out the man who insisted he would stay here even if he died.

So I reluctantly decided to wait until he regained his memories—but from that day on, I began having strange dreams.

‘M-move back! If you don’t, this child’s life is as good as gone!’

‘Gasp! That house is on fire! Hurry and put it out!’

‘Got you! Kid, over here! This little brat bet money on Thunderbolt Rising!’

Dreams in which Estelle, who had somehow become my daughter, dies, is badly injured, or is kidnapped.