I Am the 5-Year-Old Spy Who Kidnapped the Villain - Chapter 11

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【Chapter 11】

Aisha was truly a clever child.

The child hiding in the sewer passage knew well that no one would come in because it was dirty and narrow.

But Callipus bent his upper body without hesitation.

His well-pressed suit pants and shoes got dirty with dust, but it didn’t matter.

“Aisha.”

He would gladly do even worse.

“Take my hand, mister. It’s dangerous there.”

That child’s hope was only me.

“Don’t even think about doing anything strange.”

Ironically, I was the one who had wished for death.

“I can’t die either because I have to clean up the mess you made.”

The golden head flinched at his warning and looked up.

Had she been crying just now?

The area around her eyes, which took up half her face, was tinged red.

The child looked at the hand extended to her and opened her mouth slightly in surprise.

But soon, as if realizing something, she shook her head back and forth.

“…If you help me, mister will get caught too.”

Even in this situation, she was worried about me. What a guileless kid.

This wasn’t the little one’s fault to begin with.

Quite some time had passed since the child told me that story.

In the meantime, something could have happened to the princess, or perhaps the Pose Duchy had spirited her away.

Even if that itself was a lie, the child had circumstances that left her no choice.

“Adults are responsible. The damn adults who drove you to this situation should take responsibility.”

His voice, desperate to the point of being hoarse, cracked in two.

It was within reach if he just stretched a little more. Unfortunately, the sewer passage was too small for him to enter any further.

“So take my hand, Aisha.”

As his breathing grew rougher from the frustration of being so close yet unable to reach her.

Rustle-

There was a sound of something moving inside.

Callipus, who couldn’t see the situation below because he was reaching out his hand, froze. That moment felt like an eternity.

‘Please, please.’

As he desperately muttered, something small grasped his thumb.

“Don’t let go, just hold on tight.”

There was no time to be surprised.

Callipus pulled out the small body in one swift motion and hugged Aisha with all his might.

“!”

Thanks to that, the child spread her palms wide as if startled. However, he didn’t have time to worry about such things right now.

If he had been just a little later, he might not have been able to hear this child’s small heartbeat.

No one might have listened to her solitary sniffling sobs.

‘…The Duke is my savior.’

Suddenly, the words this child had confessed to me came to mind.

But listening to the small heartbeat I felt in my arms, I realized one thing.

The words that I am your salvation are not true.

Rather, your small desperation saved me.

So the one who was saved was me.

* * *

A little later.

As time passed, red sunset began to ripple below the horizon.

“Aisha!”

“Aisha, where are you!”

The knights never thought Aisha would dare hide inside Ariena Garden, so they were still searching outside the castle.

Nox, who had been circling the castle with them, sighed.

“…I should have just kicked her out then.”

And now this mess had happened.

The little one’s claim that there was a princess in Pose Duke’s domain had been exposed as a lie, and the kid had run away.

‘Of course. We even made a contract saying it would be execution if we couldn’t find the princess.’

Actually, I never believed it from the start.

What kind of judgment could a 5-year-old whose brain hadn’t fully developed make?

Callipus was too swayed by emotion, and I failed to properly assist him.

“…Your Excellency?”

That’s when it happened.

I had been lost in thought with a troubled mind. I snapped back to reality at the muttering of a knight who was searching through the bushes.

“Your Excellency…?”

I hurriedly followed the knight’s gaze, and saw a tall man walking from the garden entrance, carrying something.

No way.

Nox’s mouth fell open as he raised his monocle with an uneasy feeling.

The small something was Aisha.

And it was Aisha with her eyes closed as if dead.

“Your Excellency!”

Nox cried out and rushed forward, pushing past the knights.

“Don’t tell me you already carried out the execution? No matter what the contract says, she’s just a child. If word gets out that a little kid was executed, the Crosht Ducal Family’s image will also…”

“Shh.”

That’s when it happened. Callipus’s red eyes visible through his black mask looked up at Nox.

“You’ll wake the child.”

“What?”

“And execution, no less. What if she gets scared and cries?”

“Huh?”

What on earth was this situation?

At a loss for words, Nox wondered if this might be a dream and pinched his cheek.

It hurt too much. That meant this was reality.

“Your Excellency. For reference, you were the first one to bring up that word ‘execution’—”

“That word again.”

“What?”

I was just pointing out his past mistake.

But Callipus sighed as if Nox was being disagreeable.

“This child has already been through a difficult time. Do you really need to make trouble where there is none? While waking the child up?”

He even scolded him.

The very person who had written execution in the contract and even stamped his seal on it.

“Your Excellency. Have you lost your mind?”

Nox was stunned by the unexpected friendly fire.

Regardless, Callipus carrying Aisha passed by Nox and disappeared.

“Did His Excellency find Aisha?”

Then a knight who had witnessed the two came running over breathlessly and asked.

“That kid Aisha.”

Nox muttered as if possessed by something.

“Could it be that she’s actually His Excellency’s biological daughter or something like that?”

“…What?”

Stunned by Nox’s sudden question, the knight stared at Callipus’s retreating figure as he entered the castle.

‘…Could he seriously be curious about that?’

I didn’t know what it was about, but Advisor Nox wasn’t the type to say nonsense.

“Can men… also give birth to children?”

The guard who had been scratching the back of his neck asked seriously, but Nox couldn’t even answer and was still in a daze.

* * *

I had a good dream last night.

It was a dream where my parents, who had almost died in an accident, miraculously recovered.

I wasn’t sent to live with relatives, and grew up loved in our small but harmonious home.

Such a common fairy tale-like story.

Oh, by the way, the best part was the bed.

I had never lain on a bed in my life. Now there would be no such opportunity.

Because,

Because-

…

“Mmm.”

My eyes opened.

On a bed.

“…?”

I instinctively reached out my hand, but something fluffy blocked me.

When I came to my senses, I realized I couldn’t move my legs or body properly.

“What is this….”

I realized I was wrapped up like a silkworm cocoon in white blankets.

With only my face and eyes peeking out.

“…What. Was I kidnapped?”

Thud-

I could have untied this blanket cocoon with my sharp leg movements.

But the problem started after that.

‘Is this a noble’s bedroom?’

A luxurious ceiling painted with religious art and white pillars.

Golden tassels attached to the thick purple canopy installed over the king-size bed swayed in the wind.

At least it didn’t seem like a kidnapping.

If it were a kidnapping, they would have tied me up with rope instead of blankets.

“Kid. Are you awake?”

Then, with the sound of a door opening, a familiar low voice called me.

It was definitely the gardener’s voice.

“Mister?”

But when I turned my head-

“…No, who are you?”

Some unfamiliar man was standing there.

Not in a gloomy robe, but in a white shirt with neat attire.

Broad shoulders built through exercise and a waist that narrowed downward, forming an inverted triangle upper body. Thick black hair.

Smooth white skin like marble and red eyes that sent an indifferent gaze.

He was a handsome man who looked like he had jumped out of a famous painting.

“Who am I? I’m the gardener you’ve been calling for until your mouth wore out.”

He replied as if he had heard something utterly trivial.

‘…That handsome man is the gardener?’

Are people in this world generally upgraded in appearance?

No way? The guards didn’t look like that.

Blink blink-

I slowly rubbed my eyes and looked at the man’s face once more in admiration.

Anyway, eye candy was always welcome regardless of what was going on.

Then, the man who had brought a sandwich prepared on a tray sat down in a chair at the tea table.

“You need to eat breakfast. Sit down.”

Tap tap-

And he tapped the tea table with his index finger. As if telling me to sit down quickly.

Ah, right. I was hiding in the sewer passage and got discovered by him.

But.

‘How did I survive?’

I was a spy.

Moreover, a spy who should be beheaded for failing to keep the contract to reveal the princess’s location.

Since I was discovered by the gardener, my existence would naturally have reached Duke Callipus’s ears too.

But why am I alive?

And the gardener should be a commoner, so why is his bedroom as luxurious as a noble’s?

Why is the gardener so handsome?

I jumped down from the bed with various questions in mind.

“Mister.”

“What.”

As I squirmed into the chair and was about to ask questions in earnest.

“How exactly did I survive,”

“Eat first.”

My question was blocked by a sandwich suddenly entering my mouth.

Right. I should eat what I need to eat first.

Munch munch-

I swallowed the sandwich I had bitten into.

“I ate, so that’s enough, right? So-“

“If you ate, you need to clean up.”

But this time a handkerchief blocked my question.

He furrowed his brow as if concentrating and wiped the bread crumbs around my mouth, then finally smiled with satisfaction.

“There. Now tell me.”

So long, so long.

I burst out with the question I had been holding back.

“When am I getting beheaded?!”

“There’s no such thing. I tore up the contract.”

“What? Whaaaat?!”

My mouth dropped open at the shocking statement, but the man’s expression was so peaceful.

Don’t tell me when an adult takes responsibility.

Did he mean he would recklessly tear up the contract and run away?

“Mister! No!”

I grabbed his collar and shook him.

More precisely, I tried to shake him. Of course, he didn’t shake.

“What do you do when you tear up a contract with the duke’s seal on it! Mister, don’t tell me you ran away from Crost Ducal Castle because of me?!”

“…You’re writing a novel.”

The man sighed. And while his collar was being grabbed, he held out something.

“Calm down first and read this.”

“…?”

“It’s the adoption application you wanted.”

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