A Secretly Capable Child Is Seeking For Her Dad - Chapter 396

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A Powerful Child Searches for Dad Episode 396

That night was very long.

The sky endlessly poured down rain and wind, and no one in the marquis castle could sleep peacefully.

The manor residents worried about the homes they had abandoned.

Heinz and his servants searched beneath the collapsed memorial pavilion.

“I can see him! I can see the young master!”

“Young master! Oh, young master…!”

The strong wind on the hill swallowed Lil’s crying voice.

Heinz was finally able to pull the child from the pile of dirt.

“Cain, Cain…”

However, Cain gave no response.

Cain’s arms hung limply.

Something he had been holding tightly between his arms fell with a thud to the ground.

It was clothes that Heinz’s deceased wife used to wear.

“Young master, young master, please…!”

Lil wailed.

The knights hurriedly took Cain from Heinz’s frozen embrace.

Heinz watched the following situation in a daze.

The knights began to stop the bleeding from Cain’s wounds caused by the collapsed debris.

“Bring a stretcher! He’s breathing!”

A knight with battle experience treated the child, while other knights moved busily.

“It seems his back is injured…”

“There’s also a penetrating wound in his abdomen…”

The knights couldn’t bring themselves to continue speaking.

The child was like a wooden doll with its strings cut.

Except for his trembling eyelids, there was no movement below his neck.

“My lord…”

The adjutant who had fully grasped the situation approached cautiously.

He was someone who had studied medicine before coming to the marquis domain.

Under his rain-soaked hat brim, his face hardened.

“…It seems a falling rock hit the young master’s back. So his spine appears to be severely damaged.”

Heinz did not respond.

His gaze remained fixed on Cain on the stretcher.

“Moreover, there are traces of stone fragments deeply embedded in his abdomen. This means there’s a high possibility of internal organ damage. The swelling in his belly… might be because of that…”

Raindrops struck Heinz’s face, sometimes heavy, sometimes light.

Then the stretcher carrying Cain began to be moved.

Panicked Lil and the servants, along with the knights, immediately followed behind.

“The knights are stopping the bleeding, but such complex wounds…”

The adjutant’s words trailed off.

“…Even calling a doctor won’t be easy. Surgery might be necessary, but whether we can get equipment and people in this storm right now…”

Heinz’s shoulders, which had been motionless, finally began to tremble.

He couldn’t even follow behind his son being carried away and hung his head.

“Still, I’ll try to find someone! Even if I have to break through the storm, a doctor…”

“What about a priest?”

At that moment, Heinz spoke in a cracked voice.

From his raised eyes, something that might have been rainwater or tears flowed endlessly.

“Aren’t there priests who perform healing with divine power! I heard there are such people in the Order of the Paladins too…!”

The adjutant hesitated and shook his head.

“The young master’s condition is too bad. Wounds like that would be beyond their abilities.”

His breath caught up to his chin.

In truth, Heinz knew it too.

How could there be divine power capable of healing any wound?

If such a thing existed, there wouldn’t have been so many casualties in the battle with the Red Pope 12 years ago.

“I don’t know about the current Pope. Perhaps if we asked a cardinal or high priest under him to heal, there might be a possibility. But…”

The adjutant grasped the trembling marquis’s hand.

“How could we bring such people all the way here? This is just a small rural town at the northern end of Talochium. Moreover…”

“…”

“There’s no guarantee the young master can hold on until they arrive…”

Heinz’s heart sank with a thud.

The adjutant’s continuing voice seemed to grow distantly far away.

As if sinking into deep water.

“My lord. Even now… a messenger to the capital…”

The sky flashed incessantly.

Where lightning struck, ear-splitting thunder echoed.

“Make a decision…”

Like a river swollen by torrential rain, Heinz’s mind was also churning with countless thoughts.

Would the Pope, or the cardinals who were his loyal servants, really come all the way here?

If they did, how much compensation would they demand from the marquis house?

How long would it take, and could Cain hold on?

‘Cain…’

Could he even be saved?

Suddenly, stories he had heard from his father in childhood flashed through his mind.

‘Heinz. Do you know that God has thousands, tens of thousands of eyes?’

His father had been faithful all his life.

Even in a chaotic world covered with demons, he believed fairy tale-like stories from who knows where.

‘I hear they are spirits. They’re just invisible to our eyes, but they dwell everywhere.’

‘Really?’

‘Yes. I heard there’s a way to see them directly if you want.’

‘How?’

‘It’s simple. The power that sustains them is divine power, isn’t it? So you can use magic power, which has opposite properties.’

‘Magic power…?’

‘Yes. I heard that occasionally there are mages who know the taboo of seeing spirits.’

His lips trembled.

That was already 50 years ago.

And over the past 50 years, the world had changed rapidly.

If such taboos really existed, they too would have developed, and most importantly…

‘The Red Pope.’

He recalled the rumors that circulated about the Red Pope who met his end 12 years ago.

He was one who tried to steal God’s power spread throughout the world to become immortal himself.

That power called Croa was strong enough to spare and more.

“My lord?”

The adjutant called him with a worried face.

Focus gradually returned to Heinz’s pupils.

“My lord, are you alright? I asked what would be best to do.”

Heinz’s heart beat heavily as he met the adjutant’s eyes.

He pressed his lips tightly together, then spoke barely audibly.

“…Send a messenger to the capital.”

“Yes! Should I also write about the young master’s condition? You never know. They might send a doctor or healer…”

“No. Leave that out.”

Heinz cut off the adjutant’s words.

Then he looked at the adjutant with ominously sunken eyes.

“Keep quiet about Cain. Not just the messenger. Control people’s tongues and make sure Cain’s condition doesn’t leak outside.”

“Yes…?”

Heinz took a step toward the Marquis Castle.

“The support funds will be provided soon. I have never once seen His Majesty be late. When the support funds arrive, search throughout the entire north and buy up as many private soldiers as possible.”

“M-Marquis. I don’t understand.”

“Just understand anyway!”

Heinz shouted angrily.

He turned his head with a distorted face.

“Then find mages! Now that the demons have disappeared, there must be many who are idle without work!”

“B-but mages? The cost won’t be insignificant!”

“Didn’t I say I’ll cover the cost-!”

The adjutant shut his mouth.

He was looking at Heinz as if he couldn’t believe it at all.

“Is it so difficult to do as you’re told?! You seem to have forgotten, but I am your lord!”

Crash-!

Lightning struck down again.

The adjutant moved his lips, then reluctantly nodded his head.

Heinz finally turned around with his eyes wide open.

“I can save him…”

A barely audible voice leaked from his mouth as he walked alone toward the Marquis Castle.

“Croa. If only I have that power…”

And a few weeks later.

“Well. We did succeed in extraction.”

Heinz’s face as he faced the reporting mage had become completely different from before.

Eyes that had become hollow in a short time.

Gaunt cheeks and sharply edged gaze.

“Speak.”

At the cold command, the mage pointed to the stone on the altar.

The stone was vibrating in mid-air, continuously emitting crackling flashes of light around it.

A silver cup that had been placed nearby immediately burned black.

“The extracted power is too strong. We can’t keep leaving it like that, and it seems we’ll need to bind it somewhere.”

“Bind?”

“It means power must be suppressed with power. Do you happen to have any objects consecrated by the Order in the Marquis Castle? The size should be reasonably large…”

Heinz’s eyes narrowed.

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