I Am the 5-Year-Old Spy Who Kidnapped the Villain - Chapter 36

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【Chapter 36】

Judging by how his hand was touching his sword hilt, it seemed like he was about to slice up the werewolf right away.

It looked like he had stopped what he was doing when Lucas suddenly burst in.

“…Please introduce him, Father.”

The boy who had been keeping his mouth shut scratched the back of his neck and frowned.

The guard, who had been dazed by his unexpectedly gentle attitude, belatedly came to his senses.

“Oh, um. Right. I’m late with introductions. This is Prince Lucas of Croste. This time…”

People’s eyes grew wider and wider as the explanation continued.

“How fascinating. So that’s a prince of the Croste Direct Line… I think this is my first time seeing him.”

“I saw him once when I was three, but he’s really grown so much.”

“And to have abilities of that level. Then the successor would… naturally be Young Master Lucas, wouldn’t it?”

Meanwhile, Lucas was.

“Dandelion, are you okay?”

“Ah, yeah.”

Only looking at me.

“Sorry I’m late. I was trying to properly attend the regular meeting, but the servants thought I was sick and didn’t wake me up on time…”

He was trying to attend?

I blinked in confusion.

“Young Master. Weren’t you not coming to this regular meeting? You said just seeing the nobles’ faces made you want to throw up and that they were scary.”

“Who said they were scary! I just said I didn’t like them!”

No, either apologize or get angry, just pick one…

This Young Master is always going off the rails.

When I pouted my lips, he crossed his arms and turned his head away with a “hmph” sound.

“And! If you don’t participate because you don’t like it, is that what it means to be Croste Direct Line?! Huh? Can just anyone be Direct Line? Only responsible people like me can do it!”

“Then what about me?”

Lucas raised his eyebrows as if it were obvious.

“You too! You participated in the successor exam in my place with that tiny body of yours! You’re obviously Croste Direct Line too! You’re my little sister!”

“…!”

Woooow.

Light poured from my big eyes at the Young Master’s words.

‘It feels different hearing it from Lucas, who’s been Direct Line since birth?’

That’s when it happened.

“That’s ridiculous!”

Someone came hurrying down from the audience seating and rushed into the training ground.

It was the Marquis of Frisia, draped in fur coats covered with jewels.

Was he that upset?

Perhaps his mind had snapped because of it, as he immediately started pointing fingers at us.

“Young Master Lucas suddenly appears? This doesn’t make sense. Your Highness, the Young Master went missing! It should have been impossible to find him, so how on earth…!”

“Marquis.”

At first I was confused about who called the Marquis.

From the authority and eeriness I felt upon hearing it, I thought it was the guard.

But Lucas, who had been standing quietly while holding my hand, took a step toward the Marquis of Frisia.

As if telling him to look straight into my eyes.

“Don’t you remember me?”

At the boy’s question, the excited Marquis’s face began to subtly stiffen.

“Wh-what do you mean by that…”

“Take a good look. You should properly check the quality of the product you sold.”

At the arsenic-laced answer, Guard Callipus’s gaze, which had been surrounding me, became strangely narrow.

“…Product?”

“What do you mean by that?”

The people watching felt the same way.

“That’s right. I don’t know wh-what you mean either. It seems Young Master has been living outside for so long that he can’t distinguish between what should and shouldn’t be said.”

The Marquis of Frisia let out an awkward hearty laugh.

But Lucas didn’t seem to have any intention of letting this matter slide easily.

After glaring at the Marquis for a long time, he chuckled and pulled something out.

“Will this help you remember?”

“Th-that!”

The Marquis, who had been screaming with his eyes about to pop out, tried to snatch the paper—

Swoosh—

The guard, who was faster than him, snatched the paper from Lucas’s hand.

The guard who stood up from his seat stared at the paper silently for a while.

[Slave Trading Contract]

His slightly confused blood-red eyes seemed to read the largest engraved word.

[Slave Number 1242][Signature: Lus]

Finally.

He slowly closed his eyelids while reading the transaction details that didn’t even have Lucas’s name engraved on them.

“…Slave? Surely this isn’t content saying Young Master was sold as a slave?”

When someone with good eyes who could read the paper’s text from far away murmured—

“Wait a minute. Are you saying the Marquis of Frisia sold Young Master as a slave right now?”

“Wasn’t Young Master missing? Even when all the family heads in the North searched their regions thoroughly, they couldn’t find him…”

“No matter how much he wanted to make his son Direct Line, selling a noble as a slave?!”

People’s reactions became even more intense.

As fellow nobles, the situation of a noble being sold as a slave only applied to nobles who fled after a crushing defeat in war.

‘But the son of a war hero was sold as a slave.’

“Are you insane?!”

As the situation increasingly tightened around his neck, the Marquis gulped.

He quickly turned his head to look for allies.

“…”

But everyone was closing their eyes and pretending not to notice.

Finally, the Marquis, who had taken a step or two backward, stammered.

“Is-is there proof that I did that? The signature says Lus, but you all haven’t forgotten my name, have you? I’m Frisia. Not Lus!”

Of course, that was also a valid point.

“Bring me proof that I’m Lus! Until then, don’t frame an innocent person! It seems Young Master is using me as a scapegoat because he has no one to blame!”

“Lus must be a nickname!”

When someone who couldn’t stand it anymore jumped up from their seat—

“So bring me proof that Lus is my nickname! You don’t have any, do you?”

Thinking this method had worked, the Marquis of Frisia put his hands on his hips and spoke loudly with shameless audacity.

Of course, that would be as far as it went.

“I have evidence.”

Since I’m here.

“…?”

“?”

When I suddenly raised my hand, everyone’s attention focused on me.

I rummaged through my pocket.

“When the Marquis of Frisia barged into the Ducal Palace without permission.”

“Wh-who barged in…!”

“You left this behind.”

When I pulled out the golden pen from my pocket, the Marquis’s face, which had been ready to fire back like a machine gun, turned pale.

The golden pen.

“The engraving here!”

I specifically pointed with my finger to show the part engraved with ‘Ruth’.

“Th-that’s proof it’s mine…!”

Then let me show you more.

I spun the pen and kindly pointed to the back side.

“Here’s even the seal design!”

“…”

“…”

“…Ha, really.”

Thud—

In the end, the Marquis of Frisia, who had been glaring at me in vain, collapsed right there on the spot.

And then.

“You kidnapped my son.”

Laughter seeped into Callipus’s voice as he quietly watched the scene.

It wasn’t born from joy.

It was self-deprecating laughter that went beyond anger to the point of slight madness.

“You even sold my son as a slave.”

But the murderous low tone that followed made everyone, including the Marquis of Frisia, hold their breath.

Callipus said nothing after that.

No, he answered with actions instead of words.

“P-please listen to me and clear up this misunderstanding… Urgh!”

Thwack—

Using his long legs, he strode over and kicked the stomach of the Marquis of Frisia who was kneeling and begging.

“Urgh, ugh!”

The marquis’s death throes continued, but Callipus didn’t even flinch.

He just kicked him randomly with an irritated gaze as if looking at a bug, kicking and kicking again.

“P-please, stop…”

The marquis finally shed tears and tried to crawl away, placing both hands on the floor.

“…”

But no one helped the marquis or stopped Callipus.

They knew.

At this moment, Callipus wasn’t the head of the Croste Ducal Family.

He was just a child’s father.

* * *

“That can’t be, I definitely sent him to a free country, how did he get here… That can’t be…”

The Marquis of Frisia refused to take responsibility for his choices until the very end.

Even as he was being dragged away by the knights, he muttered like a madman. That it couldn’t be.

Tex, who was sitting in the audience seating, burst into tears at the pitiful sight of him muttering that his plan couldn’t have turned out this way.

“Daddy—!”

Tex ran after the Marquis of Frisia belatedly, even with snot running down his face.

“Leave my daddy alone, you bad guys—! Give my daddy back!”

It was quite pitiful, but… who told him to do bad things?

I made a “hmph” sound and crossed my arms.

Just then, the knights brought over a strange man who had been trying to escape.

“Your Highness. About the werewolf that showed strange behavior during the match. This man seems to have injected something into the werewolf.”

“What?”

The knight held out what looked like an empty syringe.

“…Huh?”

That thing, wait a minute.

I’ve seen it somewhere before.

Tap tap tap—

As if enchanted by the familiar object, I ran over and stood on my tiptoes between the knight and the guard.

“I know that thing. That’s a madness amplifier made by the Pose Duke’s Family.”

“How does the Princess know that…”

When the knight looked at me with a slightly surprised expression—

“I took her on a tour.”

“What?”

“I took her on a tour abroad before adopting her.”

The guard explained something ridiculous in a serious tone.

“…I see.”

The flustered knight blinked.

“Anyway, who is that bastard?”

The knight who had been spacing out finally came to his senses at the guard’s question.

“Ah, he’s the one who had the syringe. But it turns out he’s the Marquis of Frisia’s aide.”

“…Damn.”

With this, everything was explained.

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