I Am the 5-Year-Old Spy Who Kidnapped the Villain - Chapter 124

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【Chapter 124】

“…?”

Reading that sentence, I doubted this world.

Kail choosing sleep over me – such a world couldn’t possibly exist.

But the problem was that this excuse-like postscript had been repeating for three months now.

The first time was because he hurt his hand.

The second time was because he ate the wrong monster meat and suffered from stomach pain.

‘And the third time is because he fell asleep…?’

The feeling of my excited mood crashing down in an instant.

Not only crashing down, but drilling through the ground and boring into the earth’s core.

“Aisha.”

“…I’ll be going back now.”

“What about the cookies? Won’t you eat them?”

“I’m not in the mood to eat.”

Father hastily tried to tempt me with dessert, but having lost my appetite as well, I brushed him off and left the study.

Thud-

Returning to my room and sprawling on the bed.

“…Don’t tell me he’s grown tired of writing letters to me because he’s gotten older?”

Thinking about it, the period I was close with Kail was only about a year.

After that, we suddenly parted ways and didn’t see each other’s faces for 10 years, so perhaps he was gradually forgetting about me.

Learning to write, still clumsy, wanting to meet again soon.

How adorable I found that little kid who earnestly wrote 4-page letters with his tiny fern-like hands.

As his handwriting became neater, the amount gradually decreased, and now it had completely disappeared.

“…Fine, I don’t care anymore!”

We’re childhood friends, and this is how you betray me?

“Do you think you’re all I have? I have lots of friends too!”

I threw a tantrum out of spite, but…

To be honest, I still missed Kail.

I couldn’t even say goodbye properly, and after leaving so suddenly, I was curious about how he was doing and how much he’d grown.

“…Damn it…”

Am I the only one curious? Aren’t you curious about how I’m doing?

I was feeling inexplicably melancholy, burying my face in the pillow.

“Squeak!”

A faint voice calling me came from under the bed.

It was definitely my other childhood friend(?) Chichichi.

10 years ago, the messenger mouse that traveled between me and the Pose Duke.

Not knowing that the Pose Duchy had been dissolved, it came by habit and held out blank paper, so out of pity, I let it live in my room.

Sorry, but I don’t have the energy to deal with this right now.

I should pretend to sleep.

“….”

“Squeak?”

“…Snore…”

I silently closed my eyes and relaxed my whole body.

Is this method acting? I actually feel like I might fall asleep…

“Squeak! Squeeak! Shii, shii! Kyaak!”

Then suddenly Chichichi hit my forehead with its angry pink front paw.

Right, this one is also from the Pose Duchy, so it won’t fall for my acting.

It didn’t hurt, but the squeaking was noisy.

“…Ugh, so noisy. Fine. Why did you call me?”

When I lowered my hand from the bed, the mouse scurried up onto my hand.

“Squeak, squeeak-!”

“You’re asking if something happened?”

“Squeak.”

Its bean-sized head nodded vigorously.

I appreciate the concern, but would it understand if I told it…?

“Well, messages from a friend used to come once a month, but it’s been three months since the last one.”

Having thought that, why am I complaining to a messenger mouse?

This creature was even listening intently with sharp eyes.

“I don’t think that kid would cut off contact without reason…”

“Squeeak, squeak!”

It was then, as I was speaking absent-mindedly.

Suddenly letting out a short cry, Chichichi escaped from my hand.

“Chichichi, where are you going?”

“Squiik-!”

When I asked in surprise, Chichichi climbed up the wall and looked at me once as if telling me to wait, then disappeared into the hole leading to its room.

As if it knew something.

* * *

At that moment.

‘What about the cookies? Won’t you eat them?’

‘I’m not in the mood to eaat.’

After his daughter left, Callipus couldn’t concentrate on his work.

The child’s drooping shoulders and pitiful footsteps wouldn’t leave his mind.

The way she drew out her words meant she wanted to hide her feelings and pretend nothing was wrong.

“…Haah.”

Callipus’s eyes slowly closed as he silently mulled over that sight.

He felt like he had done something inexcusable.

“Bring it now.”

“Yes.”

At his command, Dorian, who had been waiting in a corner, handed him a small envelope.

It was a single message, folded at knife-sharp angles.

Wanting to show Aisha a perfect image, he must have practiced hundreds of times while listening to Nox’s nagging.

Because that’s the kind of guy Kail is.

It was then.

“Your Highness.”

“What.”

Dorian carefully opened his mouth.

“…I know this is presumptuous of me, but do you plan to keep hiding Kail’s messages from Lady Aisha?”

Though he hadn’t said anything due to the Duke’s orders, the aide also felt uncomfortable watching Aisha.

How long would this continue?

Callipus was having the same concerns.

Aisha seemed to be reaching her limit, so could he continue hiding these messages?

Of course.

“If possible, I plan to keep hiding them.”

If they must be hidden, then they must be hidden.

Callipus nodded without any change in expression.

“May I ask the reason? For Lady Aisha to refuse cookies and leave… even watching was painful for me.”

“Because this is better for the kids.”

“…Pardon?”

Dorian’s eyes widened at the cryptic words.

Callipus finally let out the long sigh he had been holding back.

He also didn’t want to forcibly block the innocent children’s pen pal letters.

But it had been a full 10 years.

Writing letters consistently for 10 years meant their relationship wasn’t ordinary.

“Just endure a little longer.”

Callipus’s gaze staring into the void had somehow darkened.

“If I just bear with it for about one more year like this, Aisha will forget Kail too. No matter how tender the feelings, they’re powerless before time.”

* * *

―If I just bear with it for about one more year like this, Aisha will forget Kail too. No matter how tender the feelings, they’re powerless before time…

“…is what you said. Father?”

Along with the gruff voice interrupting Callipus’s words, sudden thunder struck outside the window.

In the flashing light, a dark shadow ominously fell over the face of the one looking at the box from which Callipus’s voice flowed.

Rain began to fall without warning.

Like Kail’s messages that had unnaturally disappeared at some point.

“Squeak, squeeeak.”

This place was Aisha’s bedroom.

Chichichi, who had quickly returned with the box, was still breathing heavily.

It was a voice storage device that Aisha had developed with magic—in other words, a recorder.

* * *

―You keep your mouth shut too. If that kid finds out we deliberately hid it, imagine the chaos she’ll cause.

―Yes. I understand…

Click—

There was no need to hear more.

I turned off the voice storage device and glared at the void with a murderous expression.

First, Father’s business was Father’s business. I had to praise Chichichi who had informed me of all these facts.

“Chichichi. You did something big.”

“Sheeek, sheeek. Squeeeak—!”

When I scratched under his chin with my thumb, excited Chichichi let out a small roar.

That’s right. I had tremendous weapons called magic and Chichichi.

Yet I had been lying face-down on my bed whining just because I hadn’t received Kail’s messages.

This doesn’t make sense. I can definitely find them!

“Chichichi. Do you remember what I told you 10 years ago?”

“Squeak?”

“I said I had already washed my hands of this business.”

Nod nod.

Chichichi nodded as if he remembered, then tilted his head.

I said that when you, who were still a beginner, trembled upon seeing Kail in cat form.

But you know what.

“You know what? Having washed your hands means you’ve gotten them dirty before.”

“Squeeeeeak—!”

At my solemn declaration, the small mouse’s roar echoed.

‘Should I dirty these hands I worked so hard to clean again, Father?’

Crack.

After finishing my warm-up exercises with bone-cracking sounds, I put Chichichi inside my puffy sleeve.

Then I opened the door to Father’s study while hiding my expression.

“Did you come back because you wanted cookies after all?”

A playful voice greeted my reappearance.

He seemed inwardly relieved that I had returned from being dejected and jumped up from his seat.

However.

“Father. Is it true that Kail hasn’t sent me any messages?”

I hadn’t come here to eat cookies with Father.

“…It’s true. Why would I not show you messages otherwise? When you like them so much.”

“Really?”

At my questioning, I could feel Father’s expression stiffen slightly.

That’s right.

Callipus seemed to be feeling guilty toward me right now.

‘I’ll give him one last chance.’

“Really no messages came?”

But.

“…Yes. None came.”

Father chose war with me instead of the truth.

A heavy silence flowed for a moment.

When the air between us turned into awkward stillness, I belatedly said I understood and left the study.

“….”

Now it was decided.

My eyes, which had been hiding my expression all along, rose fiercely.

I lifted my puffy sleeve to take out Chichichi and asked my small companion.

“Chichichi. You’re going to be busy for a while, is that okay?”

“Squeeeeeeeak!”

“Right. Let’s go.”

My red eyes, entering fire-attribute dutiful daughter mode for the first time in a while, flashed with vengeance.

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