I Am the 5-Year-Old Spy Who Kidnapped the Villain - Chapter 132

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【Chapter 132】

15 years ago, after the Duchess and her children went missing, the gates of the ducal palace that had never opened once were now wide open.

Unlike the guests entering with excited faces, the ducal palace welcoming outsiders after so long was filled with tension.

“Currently, not only the knights but also Head Maid Mai have been informed, so the servants will also report immediately if they spot anyone suspicious.”

“If there are any nobles who leave the banquet hall or monster training grounds area, have them followed and check the situation.”

“Understood.”

Callipus, who had been standing on the terrace with a good view of the castle gate, turned his gaze down below the railing.

As expected, many nobles had come.

All the people the ducal palace could accommodate had entered, so it would probably start from now.

He was leaning forward to observe the guests’ atmosphere when—

‘What’s that…?’

Something strange was passing through the castle gate.

“That young marquis… his outfit is strange.”

An excessively flashy fox fur stole. A long cloak dragging on the ground. Clothes embroidered with what looked like a landscape painting.

And even feathers hanging from his waist.

‘Is he from the opposition faction?’

He straightened his hunched back and was about to go down to assess the situation, but stopped in his tracks.

Looking closely, there wasn’t just one or two strange fellows.

As if they had coordinated their dress code, most of the young marquises entering the ducal palace were dressed in that fashion.

Some even had feathers stuck in their hair ornaments.

Callipus, who had been hesitating for a moment, asked.

“Dorian. I don’t know much about high society, so is this the current trend?”

“It’s not that, but it seems they dressed as flashily as possible to catch Princess Aisha’s eye…”

“What?”

His eyebrows rose at the sudden mention of his daughter.

“Why does Aisha come up here?”

“Well, about those marriage proposals that came before. Since the Princess hasn’t given a proper stance on them… perhaps they’re determined to make a good impression at this event…”

“They think dressing like that will impress Aisha? Dandelion’s taste isn’t peacocks.”

It was Lucas who suddenly joined the conversation, arriving late.

In his neat attire with his straight forehead exposed, he stood out more than any of those flashily dressed young marquises.

“Those guys are hitting on Dandelion?”

Like father, like son indeed.

Lucas grabbed the terrace railing in the exact same pose as Callipus and observed the young marquises with sharp eyes.

Then he nodded solemnly as if his calculations were complete.

“Father. I can handle the peacock guys on my end.”

“Then I’ll leave Aisha to you.”

“…The event we’re holding today is the monster completion ceremony, right?”

Dorian asked with a frightened expression, but the two men just glared at the young marquises with their arms crossed.

To anyone watching, it looked like the young marquises were targets for subjugation.

But Callipus quickly came back to his senses.

‘Maybe this is fortunate.’

He didn’t like that there were guys targeting Aisha, but it might actually be a good thing.

Seeing that more than one or two young marquises were dressed up as if going to a fashion show, the current topic of high society was ‘Aisha’s courtship.’

Nobles value the most prominent conversation topic more than their own lives.

That would be true for ordinary nobles.

‘Then those who aren’t interested in Aisha’s courtship talk are likely to be from the opposition faction…’

Tap tap.

Long fingers tapped out a steady rhythm on the terrace ledge.

“Dorian. First, sort the nobles’ list into three categories. Non-attendees list. Attendees list. And nobles who said they would attend but didn’t show up on the day.”

“Yes, understood.”

Callipus already had the list of families excluding the ‘true royalists’ that Grace had compiled.

By continuously filtering out suspicious individuals through this event like a sieve, viable candidates would emerge.

“Don’t you have any orders for me?”

It was then.

Nox poked his face through the study door and asked.

Callipus groaned upon seeing him.

He was fed up with Nox, who had continued following him around despite being ordered to rest for several days.

“You’re not even an official aide anymore. Just rest.”

“Even if I’m not an official aide, I mean you should officially work me to the bone.”

“I have plenty of people to order around without you.”

“There’s no aide like me though.”

“There’s only one aide like Dorian too.”

Dorian, feeling threatened about his job, muttered urgently, but no one heard him as Lucas immediately interrupted.

“When you say nobles’ list, you mean the opposition faction?”

“Right.”

“I’m curious if the opposition faction members would dare cause trouble even if they came here. With knights and even monsters stationed at the ducal palace.”

It was truly an answer befitting the proud young master of the Croste family.

Callipus, who had briefly closed his mouth at his son’s confident words, answered a beat late.

“That’s right.”

While keeping his real thoughts buried below his throat.

‘But if Aisha hadn’t been there 10 years ago, would we have even known there was a spy in the castle?’

In fact, Lucas didn’t know too much.

He knew that the royal opposition faction was coming to this official event, but he didn’t know that his mother Ariena and older brother were in Doctia, which was connected to those opposition factions, and that they were spies.

10 years ago, he thought a white lie was necessary for young Lucas, but now.

‘He’s old enough to inherit the family headship soon. It would be better to tell him.’

“Lucas.”

“Yes?”

But contrary to his heart, his mouth, which had been sealed for 10 years, wouldn’t open easily.

“…Don’t worry about anything and just take care of Aisha. That kid causes so much trouble.”

In the end, unable to say it and only mentioning the innocent Aisha, Lucas, who knew nothing, grinned widely enough to show his neat teeth and stood up.

“Don’t worry about Dandelion. I’ll take care of her. I should go find that kid right now!”

He ran off, but Callipus, who remained on the terrace, couldn’t even say goodbye.

It felt like a heavy stone was placed on his throat.

He should have told him when they were alone after dismissing the servants.

There had been plenty of opportunities to tell Lucas over the past 10 years.

But he had already seen Aisha 10 years ago, wounded and troubled by her identity.

Lucas, who knew nothing, would probably suffer even greater psychological shock.

Not only his mother’s identity, but he was such a child with great loyalty to the family, so if he learned that spy blood was mixed in him…

“Why is raising children so difficult?”

“Tell me about it.”

Callipus scratched his forehead with his index finger and sighed, when a similar sigh quietly flowed from beside him.

It was Nox.

“Why are you sighing?”

“Can’t I find it difficult?”

“No. You don’t even have children, so why are you sympathizing?”

“…You’re right?”

“I think you should make your entrance soon.”

The conversation that had been like dumb and dumber was interrupted by a servant.

That’s right. Right now, the upcoming event took priority over worries about his son.

Callipus, having gathered his scattered thoughts, left the ducal palace with Nox and Dorian in tow.

Countless gazes from the waiting area poured toward him.

The event had begun.

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“So what are you trying to say?”

“I, I am Lenstor of the East Marquis Family. I’m a classmate in the same Academy class as Lady Aisha…”

“East’s… Lenstor.”

Lucas looked at the young marquis dressed like a peacock and muttered lowly as if appraising an object.

Then he crossed his arms and began prowling around Lenstor in earnest.

“About 180 in height?”

“Y-yes. That’s correct.”

“Your build seems decent enough. I’m not particularly thrilled, but if you’re from a marquis family, your lineage is acceptable.”

“Th-thank you.”

“But to become Aisha’s suitor, shouldn’t you at least be taller than her real brother?”

“!”

Lenstor’s eyes widened in shock, though he had seemed relieved just moments before.

I had the same reaction as I watched them with an incredulous expression.

‘He has to be taller than him? When he knows better than anyone that people from the North in the Frozen Kingdom are much taller than average!’

“Brother.”

“What?”

“…What are you doing?”

So, this situation had occurred alongside the banquet.

After the Monster Training Facility completion ceremony had successfully concluded.

As soon as the banquet began, Lucas had his eyes blazing and followed me around like a stalker.

His purpose seemed singular.

To block any young marquises who tried to talk to me.

“I’m testing whether this guy has the qualifications to speak to you or not.”

At his blunt response as if asking what I was talking about, I glared at him with narrowed eyes.

“So you’ve already made 5 innocent young marquises cry?”

Hiiing- Mama!

I asked curtly, pointing to the young marquises in the distance who were sobbing while being held by their respective mothers.

However, Lucas merely shrugged his shoulders.

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