I Am the 5-Year-Old Spy Who Kidnapped the Villain - Chapter 25

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【Chapter 25】

It felt like I had slept a satisfying and long sleep.

During that time, my consciousness had been slowly but steadily cutting through the currents, emerging from the ocean of unconsciousness.

Twitch-.

White fingers neatly folded on the bed moved.

As sensation returned to my fingers, I began to hear sounds around me.

“…now slowly…”

“…royal… even magic…”

What conversation could they be having for so long?

I still wanted to sleep.

‘Just a little more.’

Just as I was about to pretend I couldn’t hear and fall back asleep.

“I can’t let her go!”

“Hic!”

My eyes snapped open at that voice that made my ears sting just from hearing it.

“Wh, where is…”

‘Where am I. Who am I?’

With that familiar cliché, I opened my eyes wide and looked around like a meerkat.

“…Aisha?”

“Oh! Young master! …Why are you crying?”

Lucas, whose eyes were red as if he’d cried out all his tears and snot, stared at me blankly and stood up from his seat.

“…Aisha.”

“Duke?”

The Duke beside him had shadows under his eyes like someone who hadn’t slept a wink.

Thud-

“Good heavens. The Princess surely…”

And there was even an old man I didn’t recognize who dropped the herbs he was holding.

“Why, why are you all like this?”

What on earth had happened?

I was just tilting my head in confusion, unable to grasp the situation.

“Aisha!”

Suddenly the young master burst into tears and hugged me.

“No. She’s still a patient, Lucas!”

“First, let me check the Princess’s pulse! This is a miracle!”

“Eek!”

Starting with Lucas, the Duke and the old man rushed to the bed. Frightened by this, I ended up screaming.

What on earth is going on?!

* * *

‘The bruises on her body remain, but she’s healthy. This… this is truly a miracle!’

‘Aisha!’

Delta, who introduced himself as a physician, shook his head in amazement.

Lucas rushed toward me again, and this time the Duke didn’t stop him.

Instead, he looked at me and covered his face with his hands, and somehow moisture seemed to glisten around his eyes.

Several days passed since that day.

During that time, I had to recuperate in the infirmary.

Only later did I learn what had happened before I fainted, and that I had died and come back to life because of it.

Actually, considering I had been between life and death, my body was too perfectly fine, so I wondered if recuperation was necessary.

‘It’s, it’s necessary. No matter how fine your body is, you must rest well for a week.’

Grandfather Delta glanced somewhere and broke into a cold sweat. There stood Callipus and Lucas with fierce glares.

‘Then I’ll recuperate here for a week!’

‘Oh my, Pr, Princess. Thank, no wait. Yes, of course you should!’

I answered resolutely and gently comforted Grandfather Delta, who was sincerely thanking me, before sending him away.

At this rate, wasn’t I possessed as a hero rather than a spy?

I had saved several lives in just a few days.

Anyway, they said my condition was so healthy it could only be explained as a miracle.

The reason I died was from the blunt weapon I took in place of Lucas. Because of that, there was still a small bump left on my head.

‘Nothing hurts at all.’

Both coming back to life and this – what on earth had happened?

Could it be a transmigrator buff?

“Hmm…”

I turned my body this way and that, but nothing was wrong.

It was too perfect!

“I don’t know. Good things are good things, right?”

Being a transmigrator seemed most plausible.

After all, how common are such settings in romance fantasy works?

Was the reward for rolling around in the Pose Duchy for 5 years finally manifesting?

‘I should look into it properly later.’

Right now, there was something else bothering me.

At the very beginning.

When I was knocked unconscious by the Ahili Circus employees and had that nightmare.

‘You went to the duchy and brought back something quite interesting.’

In that dream scene, there was no background, no face of the person speaking.

I only remembered being surrounded by shadows in a dark place, and those eerie teeth smiling while looking at me.

“…What kind of memory was that exactly?”

I had been possessed since Aisha’s mind began developing self-awareness, but nothing like that had happened in the past.

A momentary scene as clear as a photograph.

Just recalling it was unpleasant and frightening enough to give me goosebumps all over.

While I was lost in thought-

Slam.

“Dandelion!”

The door opened without even a knock.

Lucas, who opened the door with rabbit-like eyes, came running over in a hurry.

He was in such a rush that the petals from the flowers he held in his small hands were fluttering down to the floor.

“Young master?”

At my call, Lucas looked shocked.

“Young master?! I heard from Dad that you were adopted into our family?!”

Ah. So that’s why he came running in such a hurry.

‘I would have been very surprised too if I came home after 5 years and was told some little kid had become my sibling.’

I should have told him at the circus beforehand.

Feeling unnecessarily sorry, I opened my mouth hesitantly.

“Yeah. That’s what happened. Were you surprised? I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you beforehand-“

“Then from now on, I’m really your big brother, right?!”

Lucas shouted, cutting off my words.

Looking at his flushed face, I quickly nodded.

“Yeah!”

“Th, then. Calling me young master is forbidden now!”

“Huh?”

When I questioned his incomprehensible words, he looked at me with somehow sparkling eyes.

It was an expression as if he was expecting something.

‘What is it? What is he expecting?’

I opened my eyes narrowly and touched my chin, then looked down at his hand with an “Ah!”

He was holding a flower with only a few leaves remaining.

“Wow, you picked a flower for me? Thank you. It’s so pretty!”

“…Not that.”

Lucas immediately objected.

“Huh?”

“That,”

Lucas’s earlobes turned red as he mumbled something.

“…call me.”

“Call you what?”

“From now on, call me oppa!”

Lucas’s face turned bright red as he shouted loud enough to burst my eardrums.

He suddenly started huffing and crammed the flower into the vase.

Then he went on with unnecessary explanations.

“From now on, I won’t forgive anyone who bullies you! So if anything happens, call me, that’s why I’m telling you this!”

Ah, this kid. Was he being tsundere?

“I see, Lucas oppa. Thank you.”

I felt pleased for no reason and gave him the answer he wanted, and his ears burned red as he poured water into the vase.

“Ahem. Right. I’m your oppa.”

“Oh my.”

“You’re my little sister. We’re siblings. Family. Ahem!”

As he repeated this to himself and the corners of his mouth began to soften—

“Ahem!”

Lucas cleared his throat solemnly again and sat on the simple chair next to me.

Then he opened a small sketchbook and showed it to me.

“What’s this?”

“It’s my daily schedule. Ever since I returned to the ducal house, I already have so much to do. I may be 8 years old, but I’m a prince of Croste.”

“Oh my!”

It seemed he had come to brag about what he’d been doing during the time we couldn’t meet.

It was exactly the kind of behavior kids his age would do, how cute.

A circular schedule was drawn in blue crayon in the sketchbook.

“Tell me about oppa’s daily plan!”

“Of course.”

He seemed pleased with my bright gaze and raised his thick eyebrows diagonally.

His energetic finger pointed to lunchtime.

“Lunch is at 12:30. Since I need to replenish the energy I used in the morning and prepare for the afternoon, they usually give me lots of bread and meat. I’ll come to your room at this time for a while, so be ready.”

My eyes widened at the unexpected words.

“We’re eating together?”

“Of course. We’re siblings.”

“Oh my….”

“Now, and dinner time. Dinner is at 6:30. It varies each time, but usually it’s simple with meat and vegetables.”

Lucas, who had explained up to that point, narrowed his eyes as if he was about to tell an incredible secret.

“The important part is from now.”

“Huh.”

I pursed my lips into a triangle shape at his suddenly secretive voice.

‘What is it? Is there some incredible training? A ritual to be recognized as direct lineage?’

As I waited tensely for what would come next, he looked around and whispered.

“Between lunch and dinner.”

“Yes!”

“…There’s also something called dessert time.”

“Des… sert time…?”

Excuse me?

“Dessert?”

When I asked again thinking I’d heard wrong, the brave diagonal eyebrows facing me drew together even more as if to say that’s right.

“Yeah. You absolutely can’t miss it. The strawberry cake is really delicious.”

“…Oh.”

Lucas seems a bit stupid.

That’s what I was thinking when—

“If you’re done with your presentation, go out for a moment.”

A large man entered through the slowly opening door. He must have been out, as I could smell the cold wind from far away.

It was Duke.

“Uncle!”

“Little one.”

When he smiled faintly, Lucas, who had seemed happy just moments ago, made a sullen expression.

“The presentation isn’t over yet?”

“No. We promised 30 minutes, but it’s already been an hour. I’ve been very generous.”

“Then be more generous.”

Callipus glared at Lucas, who looked exactly like him, then chuckled.

“The chef made strawberry cake for you.”

“…Huh?”

“Aren’t you going to eat it?”

Boom—!

It seemed like thunder was rumbling from somewhere.

At his father’s suggestion, Lucas seemed to face the greatest crisis since entering the Croste Ducal Family.

Little sister or strawberry cake.

‘This is when you need a generous little sister!’

Actually Lucas. You’re a bit noisy—!

I waved my hands and said to Lucas.

“Go ahead, oppa.”

“…Oppa?”

But suddenly Uncle, who was startled, narrowed his eyes.

“He’s your real oppa… and what am I. Not even dad, just uncle?”

“…Huh?”

Oh no. The sparks have flown over here.

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