I Am the 5-Year-Old Spy Who Kidnapped the Villain - Chapter 102

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【Chapter 102】

 

“The sun of the world shines upon the Frozen Kingdom.”

 

As Arjen and Grace appeared, everyone in the audience seating rose from their seats and bowed their heads.

 

Arjen was looking down at the crowd with a satisfied smile, and Grace was…

 

‘…Grace Majesty’s expression doesn’t look very good?’

 

I couldn’t see well because of Father’s tall frame blocking my view.

 

I poked my face out between his legs and looked up at Grace Majesty.

 

On the largest pedestal above. She sat in her chair with her lips pressed tightly together, gripping her folded hands on her knees excessively tight.

 

She looked anxious for some reason.

 

‘Hmm. Actually, it makes sense that Grace Majesty would be displeased. Making a public duel this extravagant means King Arjen is plotting something.’

 

But thinking about it that way made it even stranger.

 

‘If that were the case, Grace wouldn’t have stayed quiet from the beginning, would she?’

 

I tilted my head as I gripped Callipus’s pant leg tightly and stared at Grace.

 

Given her personality, she would have taken some measures before preparing for the duel or given Father a heads-up in advance.

 

‘But right now she’s being quiet as if she’s agreeing with Arjen’s actions?’

 

The distance between Grace and me wasn’t that far. I wanted to ask her something, but speaking first to royalty in an official setting would be a great discourtesy.

 

Just as I was pondering this.

 

“This public duel was arranged to quell the unrest that hasn’t settled from the recent monster attack and the Pose Duke’s incident!”

 

My thoughts stopped at Arjen’s voice.

 

Arjen proudly shouted toward the now-quiet crowd.

 

“In other words, this is a chance to directly witness the powerful abilities of the Croste Ducal Family, who protect our humanity from monsters at the edge of the world. I hope everyone realizes through today’s duel how great and strong the Frozen Kingdom is!”

 

As his words ended, the crowd was about to applaud.

 

“Also!”

 

Suddenly spreading both arms, Arjen proudly exclaimed.

 

“It will also prove how great and strong our Frozen Royal Family’s magic is, so I hope everyone watches the duel with anticipation.”

 

Along with his meaningful words, Arjen’s gaze fixed on Callipus.

 

Father was still staring at Arjen with an expressionless face, but I noticed his sharp jawline had strangely stiffened.

 

After the quiet battle of nerves between the Croste Ducal Family and the Frozen Royal Family ended, we could finally sit down.

 

But.

 

“The first duel is between Lady Aisha of the Croste Ducal Family and!”

 

“Eek.”

 

I jumped up from my seat again at hearing my name called immediately.

 

“From the Frozen Royal Knight Order…” the opponent’s introduction continued, but I couldn’t hear it due to nervousness. My clenched palms spread wide like frog hands.

 

“Aisha. Remember what Father said? Don’t try to fight, just show your abilities.”

 

“Dandelion, our Croste Ducal Family’s dandelion seed!”

 

“My Lady! It’s fine if you lose, just show us something cool!”

 

“Lady Aisha, please don’t get hurt!”

 

People around me offered words of encouragement, and an excited Lucas shook my shoulders.

 

The violent shaking made my sturdy knight’s armor and the large helmet on my head creak together.

 

As I left my seat and entered the arena with everyone’s cheers—

 

Waaaah—!

 

The cheers of thousands poured down like a rain of arrows.

 

‘This isn’t a duel, it’s a match!’

 

No, with this scale, it wasn’t even a match but a tournament.

 

Anyway!

 

‘Come forth, my nemesis!’

 

Zing—

 

I readjusted my grip on the longsword I’d learned to use, however briefly, and glared at the gate where my opponent would enter.

 

Father. You said not to try to fight and just show my abilities?

 

Aren’t you underestimating me too much, now that I’ve become the golden seed of the Croste Ducal Family?

 

I don’t know who my opponent is, but I won’t just show my abilities and then quickly lose.

 

I’ll fight with my own best effort too.

 

Eventually.

 

The massive gate on the opposite side opened, and I could see my opponent’s small silhouette in the shadows.

 

As Callipus had told me beforehand, it seemed to be a knight around my age.

 

‘My nemesis!’

 

As they say, battles begin with a battle of spirits.

 

Once again, I glared at my opponent with my terrifying triangular eyes—

 

“Hello, Aisha.”

 

Before I could properly see their face, a gentle, singing-like soft voice reached me first.

 

As the boy standing in the darkness walked into the arena, the intense sunlight in the center peeled away the shadows surrounding him.

 

And revealed black hair mixed with blue streaks.

 

Marble-pale skin and mysterious black eyes like an abyss within.

 

‘That kid is…!’

 

“I came all this way because I wanted to see you.”

 

I was shocked to see the boy offering me a handshake and opened my triangular eyes wide and round.

 

He was none other than the protagonist of this novel’s world, Aebin.

 

“Huh?”

 

…Why are you coming out from there?

 

I unknowingly gaped my mouth open.

 

“Won’t you shake my hand?”

 

The boy tilted his head and grinned, showing his white teeth.

 

“Don’t smile at Dandelion, you germ-looking thing!”

 

Lucas seemed to be shouting loudly behind me, but I couldn’t hear my brother’s cute jealousy right now.

 

Aebin.

 

The protagonist of [The Judgment Sword] and the illegitimate son of Pose Duke, who should have been living as less than a bug under his treatment by now, but since I changed the original story…

 

What happened to him?

 

Come to think of it, I was so busy worrying about my own survival that I didn’t really think about him.

 

He would have naturally escaped from there when the Pose Duchy fell, and lived well as a mercenary or something with his poison abilities, right?

 

But why is he in the Frozen Royal Knight Order or whatever?

 

“Uh, um… yeah. You know me?”

 

He even seems to know me.

 

As I hesitantly took Aebin’s hand, he finally showed a satisfied expression.

 

“Of course. The head of the family talked about you a lot.”

 

By head of the family, he must mean Pose Duke.

 

Since I, who died quickly in the original, managed to survive and showed various achievements, Pose Duke probably talked about me endlessly.

 

“So I was curious. Seeing how interested that bastard was, I thought you must be a child with many uses.”

 

He seemed careful not to speak in detail since many people were watching, but I could understand his intention from just a few words.

 

“Every time he talked about you, I wanted to become like you too.”

 

In his childhood, Aebin grew up in the dysfunctional atmosphere of the Pose Duchy, where people were treated like objects.

 

Thanks to that, his first wish was to become a good object himself.

 

Probably calling someone “a child with many uses” would be the highest praise for him.

 

But.

 

“That means you’re easy to be used.”

 

I answered Aebin as if giving him advice.

 

It had been a long time since I escaped Pose Duke’s gaslighting.

 

That bad man who didn’t treat children like children and only tried to use them.

 

I had also gotten used to it and tried to prove my worth by doing anything, but the people of the Croste Ducal Family changed that thinking.

 

I still want to do something and show my strength.

 

However, that was sincere gratitude wanting to help those who saved me.

 

“…Someone who’s easy to take advantage of?”

 

Meanwhile, Aebin’s eyes widened as if surprised by my words.

 

Just as he was about to open his mouth to say something.

 

“Do Frozen Royal Knights normally shake hands this long before a match?”

 

An irritated question came from behind me.

 

This time it wasn’t Lucas, but Callipus with an openly frowning expression.

 

Led by my father standing like a giant mountain, the surrounding Croste Knights glared at the referee.

 

“Wh, when will the match start?”

 

“We don’t want the Lady to get hurt, but it’d be better to cross swords than shake hands so persistently with that moldy-looking guy.”

 

“Lady Aisha! We support you, swing your sword right away!”

 

Startled by their words, Aebin muttered.

 

“…Oh my. You people are scary.”

 

Though he still didn’t let go of my hand.

 

“Bo, both of you stop shaking hands… to your positions!”

 

The referee, cowering under the menacing stares, hurriedly ran over and separated us.

 

“If everyone’s ready, we’ll begin the match!”

 

And as he glanced nervously at Callipus and quickly blew his whistle-

 

Waaaaah!

 

Thousands of people roared loud enough to shake the Tournament Hall.

 

As I tensed up again from the earthquake-like noise, Aebin smiled expectantly.

 

“I’d be happy to die getting beaten by you, so I want to see some amazing techniques.”

 

…Why is he acting like that?

 

The protagonist’s condition seemed a bit strange. Was he always this kind of character?

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