I Am the 5-Year-Old Spy Who Kidnapped the Villain - Chapter 14

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【Chapter 14】

The guard carried me as he was and entered the study.

And-

“Eat.”

He put a whole chunk of cake that had been prepared beforehand into my mouth.

It was an unexpected situation, but the sweet cream and cake completely calmed my uncomfortable feelings.

‘Strawberry. Fresh cream. The best.’

Thanks to that, as my mouth became all messy, the guard who had been watching me with his chin propped up finally let out a relieved sigh.

“Who’s bothering you?”

At those words, my eyes that had been hazily open widened.

This guard has good intuition…?

“No. Nothing happened at all.”

But I had no intention of telling him straight about the maid sisters’ subtle territorial behavior.

It’s not like the sisters openly dislike me.

I can fully understand them being wary of me too.

Also, bothering adults with such trivial matters isn’t what a model child should do.

But just in case.

“…”

Somehow, the fact that someone was watching me from the bedroom window was bothering me.

I asked the guard while taking another bite of the cake that was waiting at my mouth.

“Guard.”

“What.”

“There aren’t any dangerous people in the Croste Ducal Family, right?”

“What do you mean by that?”

At the sudden question, he frowned and took off his work glasses.

“For example, someone who could watch me through my bedroom window…”

“Who’s bothering you?”

“Um. That’s not it…”

At my vague answer, his eyebrows rose.

“What kind of territorial behavior would they show to such a tiny kid like a bean. Who is it. The head maid? Mai?”

“It’s not that.”

“Don’t tell me the chef?”

“Um. No… Ah!”

“Aisha?!”

My falling from his knee and Callipus crying out in surprise happened almost simultaneously.

Because I had caught something quickly passing under the desk.

“Got you, you little thing!”

As a spy of the Pose family, I couldn’t let it slip by. I captured it with my tiny fist.

“Reveal your identity!”

“Squeak, squeak!”

A familiar squeaking sound.

‘No way.’

Gulp, as I swallowed and opened my fern-like fingers one by one-

“…Squeeeak.”

A gray snout that was completely agitated poked out between them.

It was a mouse.

It wasn’t just any mouse. It was a messenger mouse sent from the Pose Duke’s family.

“Guard.”

“…Aisha. If you’re going to act like a frog like that, just go play in the pond.”

“A telegram has arrived from the Pose Duke’s family.”

Callipus, who had been sighing with his eyes closed, paused.

“What?”

The atmosphere changed in an instant.

Between the fingers pressed against his forehead, his red eyes glinted sharply.

* * *

Now, here’s a quiz.

As we saw in Dorothy’s arrest scene, spies of the Pose Duchy write their reports using their clothes.

And they deliver them to outposts located around their workplace.

In Dorothy’s case, she used a place called ‘Perkus’s Bookshop’ in Torn City located near the ducal palace.

If she sends a report there under the excuse of going out to the city?

The report gets delivered directly to the Pose Duchy.

Then conversely, how should the duke send a telegram?

Use carrier pigeons?

Nah, that’s too cliché and has a high chance of being caught.

The answer was mice.

The center of the royal palace. Corridors of noble castles. Bathrooms. Orphanages. Even to the cold North.

Mice could hide and move through inconspicuous passages and somehow reach their destination.

That was the reason mice were chosen as the Pose Duke’s family’s messenger animals.

“Ouch- wait a moment.”

“Squeak?”

I opened my palm and put the mouse down.

The mouse, who had been showing signs of displeasure, sniffed toward the air and then approached me.

It was proof that it had followed my scent that was recognized through training.

“Guard. Could you lend me a pen and paper?”

“…Sure.”

Callipus gave me a pen and paper with a confused expression. I put them down on the floor.

Scurry scurry-

Then the mouse, as if it had been waiting, quickly ran over and grabbed the pen with its long snout.

“…”

Callipus, who was watching the extraordinary scene before his eyes, was at a loss for words.

Because the mouse was writing with the pen.

“…Kid. Is this possible through training?”

“Yes. If you put them in letter-shaped mazes while holding a pen, and throw food inside, they cleverly memorize and write the letter shapes after a few rounds.”

“…I see. Certainly…”

He muttered, unable to continue speaking for a moment as if he was amazed.

“It writes better than you do.”

“…?”

What kind of team kill is this?

At the unnecessary harsh truth, my eyes turned triangular.

“Are you saying I’m worse than a mouse?”

“What nonsense, don’t nitpick with such ridiculous things again.”

“Guard.”

“What.”

“Even a golden seed can become a tree or a weed depending on how you raise it.”

“Why are you suddenly bringing up golden seeds here.”

I protested with my arms crossed.

“Even if I’m a golden seed, your comment could hurt me and hinder my growth.”

Of course, Callipus just shrugged his shoulders with an unaffected face-

“Sorry. You’re better than a mouse.”

And only responded sarcastically.

“Uncle!”

As I got all heated up and huffed angrily, the mischievous uncle’s lips subtly curved upward.

He would burst into laughter whenever I got angry.

Something about looking like an ordinary child or whatever.

“What’s wrong with you being worse than a mouse? You’re always my perfect daughter.”

“That’s not what I want to hear!”

“…Ah. So this is the joy of raising a daughter.”

Poke-

Blow.

And that annoying sight of him picking his ear and blowing on it as if he didn’t know anything when he clearly did!

“Uncle!”

“Squeak.”

Fortunately or unfortunately, our argument was interrupted thanks to the little mouse.

The messenger mouse had finished writing.

“Squeak squeak!”

Having finished its task, the mouse rubbed its nose against the back of my hand.

“…Uncle.”

“Aisha.”

And one thing that was definitely fortunate.

When my father gets serious, he becomes infinitely reliable.

Crouching down to match my eye level, he placed his hand on my shoulder.

“You’re not a spy anymore.”

Then he spoke gently.

“…Don’t worry about the telegram. I’ll handle it from now on.”

When did we stop fighting? And when he’s like this, he strikes such a cool leading man pose.

“…No. I’ll read it.”

That sight actually gave me courage. My will to help him grew even stronger.

I held up the telegram so uncle could read it easily.

[Adoption mission completion confirmed.]

Fortunately, this was something I had already told Callipus about, so I passed over it without much concern.

The problem came after that.

[Dorothy disposal.]

Disposal.

Execution. Death. Not even disqualification, but disposal.

A term referring to the end of a failed spy who wasn’t treated as human, or rather, shouldn’t remain in this world as human.

My whole body tensed up as if something was constricting me.

Dorothy wasn’t a good person, but the fact that someone named Dorothy existed in this world…

‘I’m probably the only one who knows now.’

Strength entered my small maple leaf-like fingers.

After briefly taking in her name, I moved my gaze to the following text.

[No need to know the information after that.]

I had hoped, but.

‘As expected, there’s no information about the princess.’

But it was a bit strange. “No need to know.”

‘It sounds like they do know information about the princess but won’t tell me.’

[Focus on the upcoming heir trial.]

And the heir trial mentioned at the end.

The Croste Ducal Family’s heir trial was a topic that became famous even in the original work.

The Croste Ducal Family had saved humanity from monsters with ice walls made from ice abilities.

Callipus also regularly protected the ice walls as head of the family or conducted monster subjugation, and he needed to train a successor to take over this work.

The time had come to decide that successor.

‘In the original work, it was the adopted son of Marquis Lilith from the branch family, but he was kicked out a few years later.’

I don’t remember well what the reason was.

Anyway, what was important now was something else.

“Uncle. This means…”

When I turned my head, I met slightly angry red eyes.

Uncle seemed to have the same thought as me.

“This means…”

“This kind of thing…”

We muttered simultaneously.

“Pose Duke wants me to become Croste Duke’s successor, right?!”

“Is this the level of correspondence the Pose Ducal Family sends to a 5-year-old?”

Huh?

…Didn’t he have the same thought as me?

I looked at uncle in confusion.

Before I knew it, he was crumpling up the letter with his jaw clenched so hard he looked delinquent.

“Ah! My precious evidence!”

“I’ve been seeing mouse droppings here and there in the ducal palace lately, so I should do a major pest control to make sure such strange commanding letters can’t even be seen.”

No, no, you can’t crumple that up!

That’s all evidence to catch Pose Duke!

“That’s not the point.”

Right, right. That’s not the point…

“…Huh?”

“What?”

Suddenly, whose voice was that?

“I didn’t answer that.”

“…Aisha. Come here.”

As I looked around in surprise, Callipus, who had thrown away the letter, reflexively trapped me in his arms.

“As expected, that brat is a spy from the Pose Ducal Family. That’s what’s important.”

Groooan-

And once again, that ominous voice was heard.

“It wasn’t just mice that snuck into the study.”

Callipus’s other hand, which had been lifting me up, was already gripping a sword hilt.

Though it was a sudden situation, I wasn’t just trembling either.

‘Who is it? Don’t tell me Pose Ducal Family sent an assassin?’

I stuck out my pitiful hamster paw-like hand from his solid body.

If the enemy was targeting me.

‘I won’t just be taken down easily.’

“…”

Both he and I were glaring at the air, ready to attack at any moment.

Pop-!

That’s when it happened.

A flower pot in a corner of the study shot upward.

No, to be precise.

“As expected, you weren’t an ordinary brat.”

A man wearing a plant-shaped headband shot up from the soil.

It was Nox, the aide of the Croste Ducal Family.

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