I Am the 5-Year-Old Spy Who Kidnapped the Villain - Chapter 4

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【Chapter 4】

And so my one-sided monologue continued.

“By the way, I’m not difficult to raise either!”

“….”

“I sleep early and wake up early.”

“….”

“I can study and also help with father’s work, becoming the perfect existence like a dad’s friend daughter… Ouch.”

That’s when it happened.

I was enthusiastically showing off my charm when the man suddenly stopped, and my round forehead bumped into his leg.

‘…Wow, it’s incredibly hard.’

It’s not a log, it’s steel. Do gardeners usually have such good physiques?

I was touching my forehead, dazed by his unexpectedly solid leg.

“You.”

The gardener turned around and knelt down to look at me.

His face still wasn’t visible because of the robe he wore, but somehow he seemed quite troubled.

“Did you act like this with other people at the orphanage too?”

“What do you mean?”

“Saying you’d become a mercenary king, or that they wouldn’t regret choosing you. Things like that.”

“No. I also choose my words depending on the person.”

I sparkled my eyes.

“Among all the adults I’ve met, you’re the best, mister gardener.”

And a bright smile.

It was the smile of spy Aisha who had been trained from childhood, but the man sighed as if he was even more troubled.

“If you wait here in the corridor, a servant will take you to His Grace the Duke’s study. Then don’t chatter and just quietly tell him the princess’s location.”

“But I need to get what I can get too, right?”

“I heard there’s a baronet family among the Croste Duchy’s retainers who wants a child. Since it’s a knight family, you’ll be able to live under sufficient protection. Isn’t that enough?”

He grabbed my shoulder with his large hand.

But I think you’d be better than a baronet family, mister.

“Understand?”

As my silence grew longer, I felt desperation from the gaze hidden in shadows.

“I understand for now.”

Can’t be helped.

When I finally nodded, the man who had been holding his breath exhaled and stood up.

“Then wait here.”

“Yes.”

When the gardener disappeared, only the guard knight protecting the castle corridor and I remained.

“….”

I glanced at the knight.

“Ahem!”

The knight awkwardly cleared his throat and looked up at the ceiling.

He had definitely been listening to the entire conversation between the gardener and me.

‘A knight of the Croste Family.’

I fell into thought again.

If he’s a knight, his life can’t be guaranteed during war, but that would be the same for the gardener.

But since he’s a knight, he’d be stronger than the gardener mister and earn more money, right?

And if he’s a knight of the Croste Family, his status is proven…

“Oh.”

That’s when it happened.

I had been watching him like a stealthy owl when our eyes met as the knight turned his gaze.

The gardener mister said he’d introduce me to someone, but insurance is always necessary.

Most importantly, there’s no guarantee that the commoner gardener mister’s promise will be fulfilled, right?

‘Got you, you rascal.’

I grinned and tried to approach the knight.

“Excuse me, mister. Are you interested in adopting a clever daughter by any chanc—”

“Kid. This isn’t an orphanage.”

My legs suddenly floated up, preventing me from approaching.

‘…Levitation?’

What’s this? Is it Aisha’s hidden ability?

There was another strange thing.

When I came to my senses, the knight who had been in front of me was standing at attention, his face pale.

“Your Grace the Duke! What brings you here… Anyway, greetings!”

…Duke?

I frowned and fell deep in thought.

If someone in the Croste Family is called Duke, it would be Duke Callipus, so then…

“I was passing by and stopped because it seemed like someone was in danger. By the way, what’s this kid?”

When I slightly turned my head, the black mask I had only imagined through descriptions while reading the original work met my eyes.

It was Duke Callipus.

* * *

“Your Grace. Greetings, but… what is that kid?”

“Mind your own business.”

Callipus easily lifted me with one hand like moving a sack.

As we walked down the corridor, the gazes of servants and knights we encountered were fixed on Callipus and me.

I was completely frozen. In the original work, Callipus was described as very scary.

It seemed natural since he was the main villain, but…

‘…He’s much scarier than I thought?’

Bigger than I thought, much bigger than I thought.

185cm? No. He seemed to be over 190cm.

Also, his voice was completely bass, as if he was talking alone in a cave.

“….”

My body is five years old, but my mind is an adult.

Moreover, I’m the well-trained spy Aisha.

I have nothing to fear, nothing to lose.

I’m scared.

Dangle, dangle—

Every time his log-like solid arm moved, my body swayed like riding a trapeze.

Cold sweat ran down my neck, which had always maintained composure since possessing Aisha.

“Kid. Name.”

Then a low bass voice flowed from above my head.

“….”

“Are you dead? Why are you so quiet?”

I finally realized Callipus had asked me a question.

I hurriedly answered.

“…A-Aisha.”

“Was this your original personality? I thought you’d be really noisy.”

Huh? What is he saying?

He seemed to be muttering something, but it was too quiet for me to hear.

‘…Forget everything else. I miss the gardener mister. No one was as friendly as that mister.’

Click—

But my personal thoughts fled at the sound of a door opening.

Soon the cold wind that had been blowing was blocked.

A cozy fireplace. A warm purple carpet.

This was the study.

“…What did you bring?”

A handsome young man wearing a monocle who had been checking reports in the room asked.

He appeared to be Nox, Callipus’s aide.

“Kid. I’ll put you down, so stand up straight.”

Callipus ignored the curious Nox and set me down.

“She says she knows the princess’s location.”

“…This little kid?”

“Yes. Now tell me, kid. Where is the princess?”

When I looked up at the voice coming from above my head, my eyes met with a black mask.

A mask that wasn’t flashy but was elegantly engraved with the shape of a black panther.

The only visible red eyes beneath the mask flickered with strange curiosity and wariness.

I felt like I was caught in a trap.

The man who leaned his upper body slightly was looking down at me with an unmoving gaze.

My mouth went dry.

‘Both Nox and Callipus…’

They’re too big.

Even with my previous life’s body, they would have been scary, but seeing them from a 5-year-old’s perspective doubled the fear I felt.

“…Could you give me some paper and a pen?”

But I was a spy. That meant I was a somewhat trained child.

Despite my frightened feelings, I hid my expression and asked calmly, and the bright red eyes flickered toward Nox.

“Nox. Bring them.”

“I’m quite curious what she’ll draw.”

At Callipus’s command, Nox handed me paper and a pen.

‘Get it together.’

Looking at the two men, I vaguely realized something.

I’m a spy. But at the same time, I’m just a powerless 5-year-old child.

So…

“Let’s write a contract first.”

“…What?”

Callipus looked like he had misheard.

“Who exactly are you trying to write a contract with? No, more than that, how old is this child?”

Nox was just as flustered.

Scratch scratch-

Ignoring the men’s gazes as much as possible, I gripped the pen with my small hand and wrote down letters.

“I’m done.”

My fingers hurt from trying to write with what little strength I had. But I managed to write down everything I wanted to say.

I was proudly spreading my five tiny fingers wide when Callipus, who had read the writing, frowned.

“What did you write?”

“Give it to me.”

Flash-

When Nox, who had received the paper, lifted his monocle, the lens gleamed.

And then.

“I don’t know either.”

He answered boldly.

‘Oh my. These people.’

“I’ll explain.”

It was still better handwriting than an ordinary 5-year-old’s though.

I guess since I only trained hard in physical activities, my handwriting needs more practice.

I pointed to the sentence with my finger.

“If I tell you the princess’s location, Your Grace must fulfill the conditions written in this contract.”

“…”

“The condition is that you find me a legal guardian who will safely protect me until I become an adult.”

“If you just find the princess for me,”

Callipus answered quietly and raised an eyebrow.

“I could even give you a territory. So hurry up and tell me the princess’s location.”

“Please sign first.”

“Are you saying you don’t trust the Croste Ducal Family’s oath?”

I shook my head.

Based on what I saw in the original story, Callipus was an honorable man who wouldn’t pretend not to know about promises even when dealing with a child.

But.

“Right now, what can help me isn’t someone’s oath, but a legally binding contract.”

I’m alone.

A being born to live as a spy. Someone without even an ID card in either the Kingdom of Odtia or the Frozen Kingdom.

A being who never existed in the first place, so no one would know even if I died.

“So please sign the contract.”

I’m alone.

“Then I’ll tell you the princess’s location in detail.”

The only thing I can trust is a contract.

When I crossed my arms and answered firmly, Callipus, who had been staring at me, sighed.

“Nox. Bring the seal.”

“What? You could just sign it, but you’re going to stamp it too?”

“Look at those fierce eyes. Do you think she’ll accept just a signature?”

“…Ha, do as you please.”

Ah, thank goodness.

Now I have a way to survive.

The breathing passage that had been blocked throughout my conversation with Callipus finally seemed to open.

But suddenly, the pen I was holding disappeared.

“Instead, I’ll also set a condition.”

Callipus, who had somehow taken the pen, wrote something on the paper.

“If we go where you tell us and the princess isn’t there…”

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