A Secretly Capable Child Is Seeking For Her Dad - Chapter 395

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A Powerful Child Searches for Dad Episode 395

“What the hell is that bastard saying.”

Veil muttered while looking at Cain, Heinz, and the Marquis Castle’s butler Lil.

“What on earth is he talking about right now? That the Marquis did all this because he begged to be saved. What the hell does that even mean…”

But despite his frowning expression, his eyes were already wavering.

At that moment, Basto spoke.

“Look carefully, Veil.”

His face, holding Tie, was already filled with uncomfortable worry.

“Prince Nordbelt. That child is sick. Even at a glance, it doesn’t look like he’ll live long.”

Tie, who was tightly gripping Basto’s arm, closed her mouth.

Her green eyes, mixed with surprise, worry, and bewilderment, turned toward Cain again.

“Y-Your Grace. It’s my fault. So please forgive Father. Please, sob…”

Cain couldn’t move a single finger in Lil’s arms.

Even so, he looked at Tesetan with desperate eyes and repeated the same words.

“Please punish me instead! Father is… cough!”

[Basto is right, Tie.]

At that moment.

A barely audible voice like a gentle breeze seeped into Tie’s ears.

Tie was startled and turned her head.

In the air, the Pompoms that Tie had purified were gathered together in a cluster.

[That child will die soon.]

[He should have died long ago.]

Tie hesitantly looked back at Basto.

However, Basto wasn’t looking toward the Pompoms.

It seemed the Pompoms’ voices weren’t audible to him.

Meanwhile, the Pompoms continued speaking.

[We feel sorry for that child too, Tie.]

[Yes. That was too unfortunate an accident.]

[But it can’t be helped. Even considering everything, the Marquis’s choice was wrong.]

Tie’s face became even more complicated.

She couldn’t understand at all what the Pompoms were talking about.

Finally, Tie groaned in contemplation before lifting her head.

Then she asked in her mind.

‘What happened to Cain? Can’t you tell Tie too?’

At that, the Pompoms’ fur puffed up round and then deflated.

Soon, the Pompoms gathered one by one at Tie’s fingertips.

“Child. What are you doing?”

Veil, who happened to witness the scene, asked, but Tie couldn’t answer.

Strange fragments of memories were being transmitted through her fingertips where the Pompoms had gathered.

Tie’s eyes became distant.

Unfamiliar scenes overlapped the surrounding landscape, and from somewhere came the sound of ear-splitting wind.

“Everyone evacuate to the basement of the Marquis Castle! There’s no time!”

In a storm where you couldn’t see an inch ahead.

The Marquis family’s flag that stood in the center of the square was finally torn from its pole.

Below the piece of cloth disappearing into the sky.

Several people in long robes walked with difficulty.

“Marquis! There are still Manor Residents in the western houses who haven’t evacuated!”

“What are you saying! There’s a floodplain to the west, and they might all get swept away at this rate…!”

Just then, a fierce wind blew, stripping the robe off one of them.

Tie unconsciously parted her lips at the face revealed underneath.

It was Nordbelt Heinz.

The lord of this place crouched down, soaked all over.

Then as soon as the wind subsided, he shouted.

“Come with me! To the Floodplain Farmland!”

At those words, the others hesitated.

Everyone looked at Heinz with surprised faces.

“B-But Marquis. Wouldn’t it be better for you to return to the Domain?!”

“That’s right. Rather than the Floodplain Farmland, it would be better to check the Memorial Pavilion behind the Marquis Castle…!”

“The Memorial Pavilion is just a Memorial Pavilion.”

However, Heinz was stubborn.

“I built it for my wife, but in the end, my wife has already passed away.”

The Adjutant and Knights closed their mouths one by one.

Heinz gave them a faint smile.

“As you all know, I have nothing! I only have a title, not much wealth, nor am I a powerful person near The Order!”

“But still…”

“In the end, the reason Nordbelt’s lineage has continued until now is entirely thanks to the Manor Residents who stayed and cared for this land! My wife always said so when she was alive!”

“Marquis…!”

“What if we go back now to protect the Memorial Pavilion and even one more innocent Manor Resident gets hurt? My wife would probably rise from her grave. Saying it’s shameful as the mistress of Nordbelt!”

Heinz laughed heartily and began walking through the storm again.

“So let’s go! Lead the way quickly! We don’t have time!”

The adjutants hesitantly followed behind him.

The Knights silently watched Heinz’s back as he walked ahead.

This storm was something no one had foreseen.

As soon as he received reports that the wind was unusual.

As soon as he received reports that enormous dark clouds were gathering in the Nearby area, Heinz was the first to move.

It was to evacuate as many Manor Residents as possible from the scattered houses around the Marquis Castle to the Basement.

“Well now. There’s no need for you to go out personally…”

At one Paladin’s muttering, another Paladin laughed good-naturedly.

“Haha, that’s just how he is! That’s why we ended up burying our bones in this northern countryside too!”

The Paladin reluctantly nodded.

Then quickly followed behind Heinz.

They were barely able to visit all the houses in the Nearby area just before the wind grew fiercer and turned into a storm.

And Heinz’s prediction was exactly right.

“We can’t go! Marquis, this is an orchard that’s been in our family for three generations. We’ll hold onto the riverbank and endure!”

When told that not only their homes but also their fields and farms might all be blown away, the Manor Residents didn’t easily leave.

Several elderly ones even sat on the ground and wailed.

It was again the Marquis who persuaded them.

“Listen well! After the storm passes, I’ll take responsibility and restore everything! I’ll sell the east wing of the Marquis Castle if I have to and rebuild it all. What’s property matter when human lives are important!”

He was an experienced lord.

The Manor Residents trusted only Heinz and packed very simply.

By the time they led everyone and reached the Domain, all the rivers in the Nearby area had already flooded and were swallowing the land and houses.

“Give these people blankets. How are the upper floors of the Domain?”

“All the windows on the top floor are broken, but it’s fine!”

Heinz nodded and smiled.

“Thank goodness we expanded the Basement a few years ago. It’s also fortunate that our Domain is so small that we only have a few hundred Manor Residents.”

The Adjutant and Knights also smiled one by one in relief.

At that moment, Heinz paused and looked up.

“By the way, where is Cain? I told Lil to empty the 2nd Floor Room and come down to the 1st Floor…”

That’s when it happened.

The tightly closed castle Door burst open.

“M-Master!”

Staggering inside was the old butler Lil, battered and bruised all over.

She collapsed to the floor with a pale face.

“C-Cain! The young master…!”

With those final words, she collapsed to the floor and lost consciousness.

The maids who had followed behind her cried out through their tears.

“T-The young master lied to us and went to the Memorial Pavilion! He said all the late Baroness’s clothes were there…!”

Heinz’s face turned deathly pale.

The Memorial Pavilion was a small cabin located on the hill behind the Marquis Castle.

His wife had truly loved that place overlooking the endless forest below the plain.

After his beloved wife died from illness, the cabin naturally became a Memorial Pavilion in her honor.

Heinz knew.

He knew that whenever young Cain missed his mother, he would secretly visit that place.

The child loved to embrace the wife’s clothes hanging in the wardrobe and sleep there.

He said it made him feel like Mother was still by his side…

Heinz swayed greatly.

“N-No.”

It was a small house supported only by oak pillars erected at the four corners.

Moreover, that house built on a hill that took the full brunt of the wind could never remain intact in this storm.

“Cain…”

Just as he moved his lips with an ominous premonition and was about to take a step.

Following behind Lil and the maids, this time the knights burst in with ashen faces.

“B-Baron…”

They continued speaking without being able to look directly at Heinz’s face.

“T-The Memorial Pavilion has collapsed. And the young master… seems to be buried underneath…!”

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