I Am the 5-Year-Old Spy Who Kidnapped the Villain - Chapter 151

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【Chapter 151】

Though I was surprised by his more aggressive words than expected, I fully understood them knowing the sense of betrayal my brother must have felt.

Still, asking if someone was already dead because he wanted to kill them himself.

‘No matter how much I want to become Croste’s golden youngest, I have no intention of getting involved in sibling fights.’

Solidifying my position in my heart, we drew closer to Count Rowan’s territory with each passing day.

And finally.

“Thank you for your hard work. We have arrived at Count Rowan’s estate, Young Master Lucas. Lady Aisha.”

The carriage door opened with the servant’s calm voice, and I automatically frowned at the pouring sunlight.

Under the intense sunlight completely different from the North, a four-story mansion casting a huge shadow stood in place.

This was the Briarwood Count’s mansion.

We had finally arrived at the tiger’s den.

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“You must have had a hard time coming such a long way. The place you stayed and the weather must have been very different during your journey, making it difficult to adapt. Were you alright?”

“I was fine. As we traveled by carriage, the scenery outside gradually changed, which was fascinating and interesting.”

“Then I’m relieved. I’ll serve you with a joyful heart.”

This man bowing his head with a charming smile in front of me introduced himself as ‘Aide Dean.’

So that meant an aide, not a butler, had come out to greet us.

Usually it would be a butler who welcomes guests.

This place might be a spy’s den.

I asked sharply, not missing even seemingly trivial details.

“Is the butler busy?”

As I asked while passing through the mansion’s main gate, Dean, who had been leading the way, slowed his pace slightly and approached my side to speak.

“When serving the young masters and ladies of the Croste family, I should naturally come out to greet you personally. I’ll also provide the tour myself.”

Hmm? Wait a minute. That expression…

I stared at his face quietly and asked carefully.

“I’m sorry, but… is that greasy smile also part of the tour?”

I had indirectly asked him to lower those burdensome corners of his mouth, but instead he prettily crinkled even the corners of his eyes and tilted his head toward me.

“Haha. Greasy… that’s hurtful, you know?”

I just got goosebumps from what you said, would you be hurt by that too?

I was about to ask that but held back as it seemed too rude.

The character Dean was an extra mentioned in passing in the original work as ‘Count Rowan’s aide.’

So I didn’t know what kind of person he was…

He seemed to have a similar vibe to Count Rowan whom I saw at the banquet.

‘…Burdensome.’

He wasn’t the type I liked.

As I avoided Dean’s intense gaze and tried to step back and distance myself.

“Though I’m a bit hurt, let me tell you something important since I’m thinking of you, Lady.”

He kept making strange flirtatious remarks as if trying to hold me back.

Bending his upper body, he whispered in my ear.

“Prick up your ears like a child hiding in a wardrobe.”

“…What?”

What is he talking about?

Just as I was about to ask the meaning of his sudden warning.

“Did you just whisper to the Lady?”

The brief confusion was cut short by Lucas, who frightfully struck Dean’s shoulder and wedged himself between us.

Dean was knocked back powerlessly and retreated a couple of steps.

“No. I just thought she wanted a quiet conversation…”

“Conversations with the Lady should go through me. Then let’s talk separately after the meeting with the Count ends.”

“What?”

Lucas nodded to the knights around him.

“Hold onto that guy. I’ll handle it myself after we finish our business, so don’t go easy on him just because he’s a noble – grab his hand or shoulder, whatever works.”

“Understood.”

What? What’s happening here?

While I blinked several times in surprise, Croste’s knights dragged Dean away and disappeared.

The servants around us also seemed unable to grasp the situation, poking each other’s sides and reading the mood.

Then one maid who lost at rock-paper-scissors bowed her head and approached.

“I’ll guide you through the rest instead.”

“Yes. Please do.”

I nodded to the maid with an awkward smile and whispered to Lucas.

“Even so, is it okay to drag him away like that?”

“He was the one who was rude to the Lady first. How dare a mere Count’s aide to my sister…”

As if getting annoyed again just thinking about it, his blue eyes sank dangerously.

“So what did he whisper to you?”

Hmm. Would brother be able to interpret this?

“He told me to prick up my ears like a child hiding in a wardrobe.”

“…What?”

Right. Brother wouldn’t understand either.

“What was even stranger was…”

That tone seemed oddly like he was worried about me.

‘Is Dean also a spy?’

Spies who usually form teams of two divide their roles into main and side.

The main who does relatively conspicuous work.

The side who assists the main while monitoring public opinion or quietly eliminating factors that interfere with missions.

If Count Rowan was the main.

And if his aide Dean was really a spy who should be more secretive as the side…

‘He shouldn’t be giving me advice like this, should he?’

The fact that he, as a spy, gave a warning to me, who should be his target, was deviating from his assigned role.

Moreover, thinking of me…

While continuing my thoughts, we approached the reception room door.

Perhaps because I thought there wasn’t much time left for secret conversation, my low voice quickened.

“I’ll have to interrogate that guy right after the conversation with Count Rowan ends.”

“I think that would be good too. Something’s strange.”

But his identity could be fully understood during the conversation with Rowan.

Because we have our Chichichi.

“I’ll guide you in.”

Just before the servant opened the reception room door, I rolled my shoe heel on the floor making a ‘tap’ sound.

Swish-

Then Chichichi, who had been hiding in my dress hem, crawled out between my legs and quietly disappeared up the wall.

Chichichi was Pose Duchy’s messenger mouse.

If Count Rowan was a spy, there would definitely be messenger mice like Chichichi hidden in this mansion.

“You must have had a hard time coming such a long way. Please come in.”

As soon as Chichichi disappeared, Count Rowan standing beyond the door extended his hand with a courteous smile.

“Excuse me.”

Lucas strode into the room and grabbed his hand first, perhaps worried I might take Rowan’s hand.

He gripped so tightly that Rowan’s knuckles turned slightly red.

“Haha. As expected of someone from the North, you have strong hands.”

“Ah. I didn’t think I was applying force, but I forgot you’re from the South. Sorry.”

Sorry my foot.

He gripped so hard that veins popped out on the back of his hand.

“You’re truly exceptional.”

Even with Lucas’s shameless behavior, Rowan’s polite smile remained unchanged.

When he faced off with Kail, he was like a fighting cock, but I suppose he’s backing down since he’s my real brother.

Hmm, or maybe…

‘He might have realized his acting at the banquet hall seemed strange even to himself.’

I watched Rowan while hiding my sharp gaze.

He had definitely changed somehow from when we met at the banquet.

His beautifully tanned skin.

His lustrous dark blonde hair.

His kind eyes with light green irises.

On the surface he looked exactly the same as before, but his sly way of speaking from the banquet and his characteristic smile had completely disappeared, leaving him plain.

Just like the Rowan I knew from the original story.

‘Both Dean and Rowan… if they’re both spies, it’s a bit… confusing.’

They say even mountains and rivers change in ten years.

Did spy trends change while I was retired…?

Is there something like an SS season version of spies?

I was lost in thought when I accidentally made eye contact with Rowan as he turned his head.

“Greetings, Lady. I felt I didn’t properly introduce myself at the banquet and wanted to apologize, so I’m delighted to finally see you.”

Where did that smooth talker from the banquet go?

I smiled faintly, clearing my complicated thoughts.

“I’m the one who should apologize. I’m sorry for disappearing like that. Young Master Kail and I were close during childhood… I suppose I was happy to see him after such a long time.”

“A close friendship. That’s understandable. Ah, I’ve kept our precious guests standing too long. Please, sit down quickly.”

He offered seats with the perfect attitude of a nobleman.

The tea table was already prepared with peach desserts, a specialty of the Southern Region, and black tea.

“The Southern Region’s weather is hot, so I thought you might need something cool and prepared iced tea.”

“How thoughtful of you?”

“Haha….”

Rowan’s earlobes turned red as he scratched the back of his neck.

Just like the innocent young man from the original story, his bashful smile was an excellent piece of acting.

No way.

Did the person inside actually change…?

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