I Am the 5-Year-Old Spy Who Kidnapped the Villain - Chapter 33

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【Chapter 33】

The Marquis of Frisia, who had stepped down from the carriage, shielded his eyes with his hand.

The weather at Crost Ducal Castle, which was always filled with blizzards, was unusually clear today.

He squinted against the sunlight and curled up the corners of his mouth in a smirk.

“Don’t be nervous, Tex. You just need to show your abilities.”

“There’s no other candidate besides me anyway.”

Tex, who had followed the Marquis out of the carriage, spoke arrogantly.

“Even if I fail the successor trial, Duke Croste will still want me, won’t he?”

Frisia couldn’t help but smile thanks to his reliable son.

However, the moment they entered through the castle gates—

The Marquis of Frisia involuntarily stopped in his tracks before the massive spire-like Croste Castle.

“…I have to admit it’s impressive.”

It was natural for a noble’s castle to be splendid.

But Crost Ducal Castle was a bit different in nature.

Due to the geographical characteristics, there were frequent winds and monster invasions, so it was built with sturdy bricks. Like a massive fortress.

Not a single ornate jewel was embedded, but that was precisely why his spirit was crushed.

“Impressive, very impressive.”

How ostentatious, how showy.

His exterior and interior being different, he pursed his lips.

But the Marquis changed his thinking.

‘That massive castle will become mine before long.’

The Marquis of Frisia licked his lips.

Currently, Tex was the only successor to inherit the Croste Ducal Family.

Though they said they would hold a successor trial, Tex was practically the next family head.

As he looked around with a beaming smile.

“Reiji.”

“Yes.”

Suddenly making a tsk sound and frowning, the Marquis of Frisia called his aide.

“When Tex takes the family head position, let’s completely tear up that garden.”

“Understood.”

“I’ll have to cover it with flowers I like. This castle has too many things that remind me of Duke Calips.”

For example, the wolf sculptures that symbolized the Croste Family.

The unsightly training grounds placed everywhere were the same.

Of course, being a knight family guarding the edge of the world, it couldn’t be helped, but what if nobles unfamiliar with this situation visited the castle?

‘They would surely look down on the Croste Family. It would be nice if they at least embedded diamonds in the wolf sculptures.’

Tsk tsk tsk. If I were managing Croste, I wouldn’t ruin the aesthetics like this.

“We should hide the training grounds in the rear courtyard where they can’t be seen, and make the knight uniforms a bit more aristocratic. Since they can easily defeat monsters with just ice abilities, why do they care so much about training grounds and knights?”

At those words, the Croste servants nearby glared at the Marquis.

But the Marquis of Frisia had good reason to be triumphant.

A few days ago. When meeting with those people to buy potions.

‘Oh ho, they’re using monsters for the successor trial? Living ones, right?’

‘Why are you asking?’

‘How about this?’

Those people laughed as if amused and held out something.

It was a small needle and a potion contained in a long cylindrical vial.

‘It’s a madness amplifier. If you inject it into a monster, it causes chaos.’

The Marquis of Frisia was flustered and frowned.

‘Why are you showing me this?’

‘It’s interesting, hahahaha!’

They were truly incomprehensible people. He inwardly clicked his tongue at those people who were laughing with their mouths open while wearing robes.

But then. A good idea occurred to him.

‘I could inject it into the monster that Aisha faces, couldn’t I?’

Of course, even without such a thing, Tex, who possessed abilities, would win. But still, you never know what might happen.

‘How much?’

‘Oh ho. I knew you’d be interested!’

Those people who were laughing wahaha again just gave him the drug for free.

‘This is free. It’s still a sample, so it hasn’t been commercialized yet. Try using it once and let us know how it goes.’

‘…’

A sample? Giving him an unfinished product.

The Marquis felt uneasy, but he accepted it anyway. Whether it worked or not, there was nothing to lose.

“As long as our son can become the successor, whatever happens, happens.”

Hehe.

In any case, the goddess of victory was pointing at him.

After checking the poison needle in his pocket once more, the Marquis’s lips curled up ominously.

The ruler of the North was now the Frisia Family, not Croste.

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Near the edge of the world.

The massive circular training grounds made of granite.

Though they had clearly entered indoors, the Marquis of Frisia, who longed for fur clothing more than ever, shouted angrily.

“I can’t tell if this is a training ground or a rear courtyard. What are we supposed to do when one side of the building is completely open and it’s freezing?!”

The training ground of the Crosht Family near the edge of the world had one side of the building completely open. Like a terrace without windows.

Thanks to this, the Marquis of Frisia and other retainers had to sit in chairs and face the northern winds that blew like a blizzard head-on.

“To think such a barren place is a training ground, the Crosht Ducal Family really doesn’t spend money.”

“That’s right. It’s not a training ground, it’s a battlefield.”

“Hahaha!”

At the Marquis’s words, the retainers around him burst into laughter.

“Ahem!”

The retainers on the opposite side cleared their throats as if telling them to be quiet.

‘What do I care? The successor will be our Tex anyway.’

As he was triumphantly curling up his lips.

“You’ve traveled a long way.”

Duke Croste appeared with Nox from the front entrance of the training ground.

“Let’s begin the meeting.”

As his dry but commanding bass voice filled the training ground, the seated retainers whispered with slightly surprised expressions.

“He’s taken off his mask!”

“It’s been a long time since we’ve seen that bare face.”

The Duke was not wearing his mask.

Red eyes that contrasted with his pale white skin.

And beneath his black hair styled with mousse for the regular meeting, his firm forehead and eyebrows were revealed.

Even the sensitivity he had carried after losing his family seemed to have disappeared along with the mask.

He was the ruler of the North.

In the harsh wind. Red eyes like a wolf commanding a massive pack.

‘…Damn. Why is his presence so overwhelming?’

Even the triumphant Marquis of Frisia flinched slightly.

The Marquis pretended to bow his head while gripping the madness amplifier hidden in his jacket.

Just a little more.

If he waited just a little more, he would be able to completely shatter the stone-like expression of Duke Croste.

“Today’s regular meeting is the day we’ve all been waiting for to decide the successor candidate.”

And just then, his wish seemed to be coming true.

“The successor candidates are Tex from the House of Marquis of Frisia, and Croste Aisha, who has newly become a direct descendant.”

At the end of the Duke’s introduction, a little one who didn’t belong in the training ground appeared.

4 years old? Or maybe 5 at most?

“Hello. I am Princess Aisha Crosht.”

She was barely tall enough to reach Duke Callipus’s thigh.

Prettily curled golden twin tails.

Clear eyes full of curiosity typical of her age.

“Please take care of me!”

The child greeted them cheerfully without any sign of shyness for a 5-year-old, and when she bowed her head, her short twin tails swayed like bells with a gentle ring.

“So that’s the Princess who was recently adopted into the direct line.”

“Thanks to her, Duke Callipus removed his mask, they say.”

“Looking at how she greets people, she seems quite bright.”

The expressions of the retainers on the opposite side from Marquis of Frisia softened.

Certainly, Aisha was a child who could win anyone’s favor at first sight.

But unfortunately, that was all.

“But she’s not an ability user, right? Do you think she can actually win?”

“It’s not a matter of winning or losing—I think it’s dangerous.”

Could that child even hold a sword?

The child, who seemed like she wouldn’t even know the first thing about fighting, stood bravely among adults five times her size.

Eyebrows raised in determination.

Those tiny hands, and even her cotton-ball fists with maple leaf-like fingers clenched tight.

‘Anyone can see this is a sure win.’

Marquis of Frisia, who had been sitting in his chair, let out a sneer.

Just then.

“My lord. Shall we prepare in advance?”

Reiji, his aide who had approached silently, bowed his head and whispered.

“Let’s watch for now.”

The Marquis unexpectedly shook his head.

‘It seems Pose Duke hasn’t seen the child in person.’

Use a madness amplifier to win?

With an opponent like that, it didn’t seem necessary to use a madness amplifier at all.

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