A Secretly Capable Child Is Seeking For Her Dad - Chapter 276

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A Powerful Child Searches for Dad Episode 276

 

A moment later.

 

“The Pompoms here were all originally gone.”

 

Tie said to the members gathered in her room.

 

“…Pompom?”

 

Basto muttered with a confused face.

 

Tie nodded her head.

 

“Yes! The World Tree said so. The spirits were almost all corrupted and disappeared, and she only remade a few of them little by little.”

 

“Spirits….”

 

This time Veil muttered.

 

His gaze followed something and stopped.

 

On Tie’s shoulder.

 

There was a ‘Pompom’ curled up in a round ball like a cotton ball.

 

Those furry ball-like things kept hovering around Tie.

 

“At first they couldn’t talk and had no eyes! Just like water drops, but….”

 

Tie’s eyes sparkled.

 

“When Tie talked to them, held their hands, and called their names, they really answered! They went ‘Yeah!'”

 

Just then, one ‘Pompom’ poked its head out from between Tie’s hair.

 

Small black eyes sparkled as they scanned the members, then hid behind Tie again.

 

“The World Tree says that to talk with the Pompoms, you have to open your heart and speak well. You can’t just say ‘Help me!’ but have to explain in detail how they should help.”

 

“So.”

 

Aleric stepped forward with an interested face.

 

“Are you saying that you can use those Pongpongs like some kind of magical tools?”

 

Tie’s eyes widened.

 

“Huh, Uncle. It’s not Pongpong but Pompom! And they’re not magical tools but friends who fight together with Tie….”

 

Livia poked Aleric.

 

Aleric glanced at Tesetan.

 

“Ah, I misspoke. I was just curious.”

 

He continued with curious eyes.

 

“Actually, I only learned about the existence of spirits after joining Agabert.”

 

His gaze turned toward Lucalion, Ppupppu, and Marbas sitting side by side in one corner of the room.

 

“But unlike those three, the Pongpongs seem to have a strong elemental magical power. I wonder if the priests might notice….”

 

“You can put that worry aside, Aleric.”

 

At that moment Basto stepped forward.

 

“Old man Nordics made it clear yesterday. Luciano can read the power of you, Aleric, and other mages and paladins. But.”

 

Basto stared at Tie.

 

“He absolutely cannot read Tie’s power. Tie inherited the World Tree’s power completely.”

 

“Oh, that’s right. The World Tree said the same thing.”

 

Tie raised one hand high.

 

“The Pongpongs will hide well, and Tie won’t get the seed discovered either, so don’t worry. Lucalion, Ppupppu, and Marul might get discovered if they’re alone but….”

 

The child ran over to the three of them.

 

The ‘Pompoms’ followed behind her.

 

“If they stick with Tie like this, that won’t be discovered either! Hmhaha!”

 

Ppupppu pressed his nose against Tie.

 

Marbas, who was beside them, asked seriously.

 

“What exactly is the standard for ‘sticking together’? Surely we don’t have to move around like we’re one body all the time?”

 

“Mmm. As long as we don’t get really far apart! Tie’s body is like a barrier, so if you’re nearby, everything related to the World Tree gets hidden well.”

 

“Indeed. He’s eccentric but capable.”

 

Tie tilted her head.

 

“What’s eccentric?”

 

Marbas furrowed his brow.

 

“Hmm, eccentric.”

 

He made a groaning sound as if it was hard to explain.

 

“Eccentric is….”

 

Then he glanced somewhere.

 

Livia, who was at the end of his gaze, widened her eyes.

 

“No, no. Who is that crazy piece of wood looking at right now?!”

 

Marbas turned his head pretending not to see.

 

Tie also had her mouth open as if she realized something.

 

“So that’s what it is…!”

 

“That’s what it is.”

 

Marbas, making eye contact with Tie, answered solemnly.

 

At the same time, a pillow from the bed flew toward Marbas.

 

“Ack!”

 

Marbas, hit squarely by the pillow, rolled behind the chair.

 

Tie muttered again.

 

“Eccentric….”

 

“Miss! It’s a misunderstanding!”

 

Livia jumped up from her seat.

 

With drooping eyebrows, she rushed over.

 

“No, just now that piece of wood started the trouble first…!”

 

But at that moment.

 

“Danzu. Someone’s coming from the main palace.”

 

The door opened and Victor, who had been keeping watch outside, entered.

 

The room became quiet, and the members exchanged glances.

 

Walking through the gleaming corridor of the main palace, Lucien Mel tensed his jaw.

 

‘How can I entrust you with important matters when you can’t even properly handle a single fire, Mel?’

 

The scolding he received due to last night’s fire wouldn’t leave his head.

 

Luciano.

 

The man who would become the next god, and who would seat Mel beside him when that time came.

 

‘As if I wanted to disappoint His Holiness. Who knew there would be a fire at the parish office….’

 

Anxiety washed over him, and his forehead throbbed once again.

 

Mel clenched his fist under his priest robes.

 

“Uncle Basto. Tie’s legs hurt.”

 

He saw the Commander King trudging along beside him.

 

The child was, as always, whining annoyingly.

 

‘Making people sick of her from early morning….’

 

This morning.

 

When he went to the pilgrimage hall, the Commander King was oversleeping.

 

Mel waited outside the door for a long time, but she wouldn’t get up.

 

‘How immature can she be.’

 

No matter how young she was, Astie seemed to have completely forgotten her duty.

 

To come to siege Mastone and be so relaxed.

 

The child didn’t even fear Luciano or feel cautious about staying at the grand temple.

 

‘Not knowing what a great honor it is to meet him and stay in Sercanos.’

 

Mel shook his head.

 

Then he quietly glared at Astie.

 

‘A child I dislike from one to ten.’

 

The child was terrifyingly oblivious.

 

Probably because he had always been surrounded by those who only told him he did well, that everything was fine.

 

Would such a child even know what deprivation meant?

 

He had never gone hungry, never been lonely.

 

Since becoming the Sorcerer King, he would have lived with gold coins piled up in warehouses, so he wouldn’t know poverty either.

 

‘If only he hadn’t manifested such an amount of magical power, I would have eliminated him long ago.’

 

Mel let out a sigh.

 

Though he was currently an annoying existence like a thorn in the eye, in truth, Astie was a child absolutely necessary for Luciano.

 

The child was the most suitable specimen for experiments that had failed to find answers for a long time.

 

‘That child’s innate magical power is special. It’s mixed with the power of the Underworld that even the World Tree cannot interfere with.’

 

The power of the Underworld.

 

If the World Tree was the being that governed all life on earth, there was a separate god who ruled the world after death.

 

‘The God of Death.’

 

His name was now known by no one.

 

In the distant past, after the ancient covenant, he had completely vanished from the surface of the world.

 

That was the fulfillment of a powerful contract that divided the boundary between the living and the dead.

 

‘Your Holiness. Perhaps the weakening of the World Tree’s power might be a clue.’

 

Mel had reasoned thus.

 

That was also what Luciano most wanted to hear.

 

‘The Underworld and the Living Realm have long maintained a tense balance of power. But with Your Holiness’s return, the World Tree began to waver, and taking advantage of that gap, the God of Death reached out to the earth again…’

 

Luciano was very pleased with Mel’s opinion.

 

That reaction was enough to encourage Mel.

 

‘Perhaps Lucalion. It might be connected to the disappearance of that demigod who linked the Underworld and the Living Realm.’

 

‘…’

 

‘Now that the World Tree has collapsed. That demigod would have either gone berserk or already been consumed. As a result, the balance crumbled, and if mages with Underworld attributes were born in the Living Realm as an aftermath…’

 

‘The Croah that dwelled in the Underworld seeped into the Living Realm?’

 

‘Yes! Doesn’t the appearance of the Sorcerer King also make sense? The fact that he manifested dark attribute magical power as well.’

 

Luciano wore a very satisfied and pleased expression.

 

‘You’ve finally learned to think, Mel.’

 

Then he bestowed his power upon Mel as a reward.

 

That power was still pulsing vividly within Mel’s body even now.

 

His graying hair had returned to black, and his withering skin began to regain vitality.

 

Mel quietly turned around to check if Agavert was following him well.

 

A smile spread across his tense lips.

 

‘Thank you, Nordics.’

 

In fact, all that reasoning wasn’t something Mel had accomplished himself.

 

It was the theory of Nordics, who had been confined to the Parish after falling out of the Pope’s favor following his failure to track Lucalion.

 

‘About three days of freedom away from His Holiness’s eyes should be fine.’

 

Mel had exchanged that theory for three days of freedom.

 

He didn’t know what Nordics intended to do in the meantime, but he was probably looking after the test subjects in the basement.

 

‘The moment the Sorcerer King becomes addicted to Silencium. This tiresome cleanup will also end.’

 

Mel, in a good mood, moved with light steps.

 

The Gateway leading to Roxe Forest.

 

The relic absolutely necessary to cross that boundary.

 

He still didn’t know that the key he always kept was now somewhere other than in his hands at this moment.

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