I Am the 5-Year-Old Spy Who Kidnapped the Villain - Chapter 31

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【Chapter 31】

Bang—!

The door was slammed so hard that I could feel the ground shake slightly.

“…”

A moment of bewildered silence passed.

The confusion, anger, and worry that Lucas left behind suddenly became all ours to bear.

And in the midst of it all, Callipus sighed with a complicated expression.

“…Why… is he like that? What’s the problem?”

“I don’t know.”

Nox asked, but the guard couldn’t answer either.

I had been frozen in place with rabbit eyes and my mouth wide open since the moment Lucas stood up from his seat.

Gulp—

As soon as Lucas disappeared, I barely managed to swallow my meat.

‘Why is he acting like that? At first, he seemed eager to take the successor test quickly.’

As I pondered the flow of our conversation, I thought ‘Oh no’ to myself.

There was definitely a moment when Lucas’s expression turned sour.

Right when we mentioned the House of Frisia.

‘Does he hate the House of Frisia? Why?’

Nox and I hate the House of Frisia because of what happened last time. That’s understandable.

But for Lucas, who wasn’t there at the time, to hate them that much…

‘There must be something more to it.’

I stabbed the remaining meat with my fork, poke, poke, making it like a skewer before eating it all at once.

“Thank you for the meal. I’ll go check on my brother!”

I immediately left the dining room, stopped by the chef to get a sandwich, and ran to Lucas’s bedroom door.

Knock knock—

When I knocked carefully.

“Go away! Nobody’s here!”

An irritated voice echoed out.

I pressed my ear to the room and whispered quietly.

“Brother, it’s me—.”

“…”

Still no answer.

After waiting for a moment, I spun around and leaned against the door.

“I came alone.”

“…Really?”

“Just kidding.”

“…”

Look how the atmosphere turned deadly when I said I was kidding. I can’t even joke around.

“Did you think I’d come empty-handed? I brought a delicious sandwich too.”

I refused to be turned away for the third time, so I desperately held up the sandwich and whispered—

“…Come in or don’t.”

After a long silence, the bedroom door opened.

‘Phew, finally.’

When I entered the bedroom, all I could see was darkness.

It was still early—was he already trying to sleep? Or had he just gotten used to dark places?

During the day, it would probably look like a fairly splendid noble’s bedroom. But with only one candle flickering in the room, it felt downright eerie.

As soon as I entered, Lucas wrapped himself up in his blanket.

“You left without eating dinner. Let’s eat this.”

When I plopped down on the floor next to the bed, he asked cautiously.

“What about you?”

“I stopped eating too. I brought mine so we could eat together.”

At those words, a pale face peeked out from between the blankets.

“Why didn’t you eat? At your age, you should be eating a lot.”

“Same goes for you, brother.”

“…Well, I’ve gotten used to starving for five years.”

For someone who’s supposedly used to it, our young master’s nostrils are getting bigger and bigger, aren’t they?

Waft waft.

When I grinned and fanned the sandwich smell with my chubby palm—

“…Geez, really. I can’t believe I’m coming out for something like this.”

As if he had no choice, he crawled out reluctantly and sat next to me.

Seeing how we huddled together on the floor instead of using the perfectly good tea table, it seems both Lucas and I still have a long way to go before adapting to noble life.

Munch munch—

When I took a big bite of my sandwich, Lucas, who had been hesitating, also started eating his sandwich.

“…”

His wary eyes slowly widened.

It must have tasted better than expected, because Lucas, who had been dazed for a moment, began devouring his sandwich.

I’m glad it suits his taste.

Now then, once our Lucas gets full, shall we get to the main point?

“Young master.”

“What.”

“Do you hate the House of Frisia?”

“Cough cough!”

No.

I guess it wasn’t the right timing yet. I scratched my cheek in embarrassment, but Lucas, whose face had turned bright red, got angry.

“Do you just say things like that without any preamble?!”

“But this is what I was most curious about. Can’t you just tell me?”

Lucas turned his body away with a huff.

“…You’ll tell dad everything anyway.”

“Hmm. If you tell me not to say anything, I won’t.”

I held out my chubby pinky finger.

“…”

Then Lucas, who had been avoiding me, slowly returned to the bed and stared at my finger with a wary gaze.

Why is he so scared?

The Lucas I knew wasn’t a boy who would be frightened by something like this.

“But brother.”

“What.”

“If you hate the House of Frisia, couldn’t you have just said so in the dining room?”

“…”

“I really hate the House of Frisia too, so I could have joined you in badmouthing them.”

When I asked again while saying that,

“…”

After a long sigh, Lucas finally turned his body, which he had been facing away, to look at me.

“…Now that I think about it, I think I’m more afraid than unwilling to tell.”

“Why?”

“Because dad abandoned me.”

“What?!”

Wait a minute. What kind of bolt from the blue is this?

My mouth fell open as I was eating my sandwich at this sudden statement.

“It’s true. The Marquis of Frisia who kidnapped me when I was three told me.”

And now the story of the Marquis of Frisia comes up too?

“The Marquis of Frisia told my dad that he’d let me go for just 5,000 gold, but dad said I wasn’t worth that much and told him to dispose of me as he saw fit.”

“…Brother. You believe that bullshit?”

“Whether I believe it or not, dad came back to get me anyway. That’s all that matters.”

Since he didn’t deny it, he seemed to believe it completely.

Well, Lucas was only 3 years old at the time.

Just being kidnapped would have been traumatic enough, so he wouldn’t have been able to think rationally.

But rather than wondering how terrible Lucas’s past must have been, a different question popped into my mind.

“…So what did the Marquis do?”

“He sold me abroad.”

The candlelight flickered. The shadow illuminating Lucas began to sway uneasily.

“After being sold and sold again like that, I ended up at the circus.”

He who had been telling his story with apparent composure finally buried his face in his knees.

“…Now I feel sick just looking at marquises and nobles.”

I lost my appetite. Enough to put down the sandwich I was eating.

“Lucas.”

I didn’t know his wounds ran this deep.

I couldn’t tell at all, especially since he seemed perfectly fine when looking at the Duke.

‘But he suffered too many wounds over 5 years.’

I couldn’t dare say anything in front of him.

Whether my intended words were comfort or encouragement, I was afraid everything would fly at the weakened boy like arrows.

“Lucas.”

“Yeah?”

“Want to sleep with me tonight?”

“Wh-what are you saying?! Are you crazy?!”

Sometimes wordless comfort is necessary too.

But why is this guy’s face turning red?

I shrugged my shoulders.

“I just thought you might feel alone here, but if you don’t want to, it’s fine…”

“No, I happen to have 2 pillows!”

“Huh?”

Then Lucas cut off my words and jumped up from his seat.

“The bed happens to be king-size so it’s pretty spacious! But still, don’t go around saying things like that carelessly!”

Despite his words, he had already climbed onto the bed and was patting the empty space with his palm.

“Dandelion. Also, I’m warning you that I’ve never slept with another person before so it might be uncomfort— *snore*.”

“?”

He even fell asleep in 5 seconds.

“…Lucas?”

Just in case, I poked Lucas’s nose bridge, but his handsome face didn’t even twitch.

Right. Falling asleep immediately is better than insomnia.

“Sleep well, Lucas.”

Quietly murmuring, I silently lay down beside him so he wouldn’t be lonely and closed my eyes.

Long ago. In my previous life that should be fading by now.

Lying in my 3-pyeong studio apartment, I suddenly felt lonely.

No mom, no dad.

Relatives who didn’t want to see me.

I didn’t even have friends close enough to call and spontaneously ask to meet up.

Being like that made me feel even more alone. That’s why I asked Lucas to sleep together.

“Sleep well. Without nightmares. At times like this, shouldn’t you have nightmares like a proper handsome novel character?”

No, he’s snoring~

*Phew— pop!*

A bubble even popped out of his nostril, indicating deep sleep.

“…Gross.”

*Shuffle shuffle—*

I scooted as far away as possible with my butt and closed my eyes.

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