I Am the 5-Year-Old Spy Who Kidnapped the Villain - Chapter 6

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【Chapter 6】

Dorothy turned pale at the sight of me crying like a little child.

Rather than being flustered, her face showed she was so dumbfounded that she was at a loss for words.

“What are you crying about when you did something wrong!”

“You’re right. Wh-what am I crying about when I did something wrong. I just feel sorry to you, sister, waaah!”

Torrential tears.

Method acting that left opponents speechless was my specialty.

For reference, I had even received high praise from an acting instructor notorious for being ruthless.

Why?

Probably because I had memories from my past life. I was more emotionally expressive than other kids my age.

“Waaah sister. When exactly are you leaviiing!”

Acting, after all, has more dramatic effect when expressed through the body rather than just facial expressions.

Thud-

As I collapsed on the floor and wailed loudly, Dorothy rolled her eyes and pressed her forehead.

“Ugh… Be quiet and stay still.”

“But I feel so sorryyy!”

Self-centered people like Dorothy didn’t feel sympathy just because a child was crying.

“If you’re sorry, then do something instead of just sniveling! Do you want to see me burst with frustration!?”

Instead, they blamed the other person.

“I don’t know what I should dooo!”

“Ugh, so frustrating! Then do some work for me before I leave! You’re so utterly useless!”

“Yes.”

Having heard what I wanted, I stopped crying abruptly.

Then I quickly wiped my wet cheeks with the back of my hand, got up hurriedly, and grabbed a rag.

“I-I’m sorry, so I’ll at least clean Lady Dorothy’s room.”

“…Whatever. At least you have some sense.”

After finishing cleaning the room.

“…I’m sorry, so I’ll organize Lady Dorothy’s belongings too.”

I clasped my hands together modestly and bowed my head.

Perhaps she was pleased with my groveling appearance.

Dorothy’s anger seemed to subside a little as she silently nodded and crossed her arms.

Slide-

While Dorothy sat in her chair resting, I secretly opened her dresser drawer.

This was the important part.

While carefully watching Dorothy, when she briefly closed her eyes, I secretly slipped several items with her name on them from inside the dresser drawer into my pocket.

Then I turned back to her with reddened eyes and clasped my hands together.

“I’m sorry, so may I do Lady Dorothy’s laundry too?”

“Hurry up and get lost. I want to be alone.”

Dorothy waved her hand dismissively with her eyes closed. She seemed to no longer be paying attention to me.

“Yes.”

Heave-

I gathered an armful of Dorothy’s clothes from the laundry basket and waddled out of the room.

It was a success.

“Geez. Being so unguarded like that. I suppose she let her guard down because I’m just a child.”

There was a reason I went through such trouble to steal Dorothy’s belongings.

Dorothy was the Pose Duchy’s only weakness.

At this point, revealing that she was a spy would be advantageous for Callipus, who wanted to go to the Kingdom of Odtia.

So, how would I reveal the fact that Dorothy was a spy?

A report.

The mission progress records that spies on assignment periodically send to their masters. I just needed to expose that.

“Oof, so heavy.”

After entering the laundry room, I struggled to drag over a basin filled with cold ice water. Then I shook out the clothes and dumped them into the basin.

Why was I suddenly doing laundry, you ask?

‘Spies don’t write reports on paper.’

Writing on paper is too obvious, right? The chances of getting caught are also high.

So the Pose Duchy’s spies write their reports on the clothes they wear.

When they sprinkle a potion containing poison magic on it, the writing disappears, but the method to see the writing was simple.

“Just soak it in ice water for more than 30 minutes~”

With this simple yet innovative method, the Pose Duchy’s spies had never been caught because of their reports.

Why?

…Unless you’re an idiot, who would put clothes in ice water to do laundry?

“Phew. This is killing me.”

Now I just had to wait 30 minutes.

I pounded my arms with my fists to reward my hardworking muscles.

After 30 minutes passed,

Glow-

A blue light began to ripple in the previously transparent ice water.

It was like sunlight breaking through clouds and rising from the ground.

The blue light that spread in all directions soon began embroidering letters on the fabric with a certain regularity.

It was the report Dorothy had written.

“Good. As expected, the maid uniform was the report.”

I neatly folded the wet clothes and put them in a basket.

Then I carefully placed Dorothy’s belongings that I had secretly stolen—an adult novel titled “Touch and Die,” a handkerchief with her name embroidered on it, and a pocket watch—on top of the fabric with the report written on it.

In a few minutes, the maids coming to do laundry would discover the fabric.

Since Dorothy’s name was written on all sorts of items, they would naturally figure out who the owner was.

“Hah-. If I’ve done this much, I should be able to survive, right? I really want to get away from the Pose Duchy…”

I wanted to live an ordinary life. But why was the standard for ordinary so high?

Sigh. As I let out a breath and turned to leave.

“Who told you to do laundry?”

“!”

Black robe fabric spread across my vision.

It was the Gardener.

“…Pardon?”

How long had he been standing there?

I hadn’t sensed his presence at all.

‘…Is he really just an ordinary gardener?’

His presence was so quiet it sent chills down my spine.

Though flustered, I reflexively stepped forward to hide the laundry. Seeing his gaze directed behind me, I gulped.

It was strange.

I had been trained to easily notice ordinary people’s presence, yet I hadn’t noticed that man’s arrival.

“Come out. You’ll eat sandwiches.”

Fortunately, he didn’t seem to have confirmed that there was writing on the fabric.

“Yes.”

I nodded and swallowed a sigh of relief inwardly.

There wasn’t a moment I could let my guard down.

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“Tell me the truth.”

“Pardon?”

But the man who had dragged me to the garden immediately flashed a sharp gaze.

Had I been caught? This easily? What was this man?

“…Did the maids tell you to do laundry?”

“Ah. Phew-.”

“What’s with the sigh?”

Fortunately, he didn’t seem to notice.

“No. Life is just so hard…”

I shook my head side to side with my eyes narrowed, then returned to the main topic.

“Anyway, the maid sisters didn’t order me to do it.”

“Then why did you do it?”

“It’s my way of appealing.”

“What kind of appeal?”

“A ‘please look favorably upon me’ appeal. You know?”

I gave him a highly trained innocent wink, but he didn’t budge at all.

Instead, he sighed and put his hands on his hips.

“Anyway, don’t do laundry from now on.”

“Why not?”

He frowned.

“What do you take the Croste Ducal Family for? Do we look like people who would make a 5-year-old work for free?”

His tone was cold, but worry seeped through it.

Did he also hear the gossip about me?

He probably thought I was really being bullied, or got scared and did odd jobs.

‘…At least the Dorothy incident wasn’t discovered, so that’s a relief.’

But wait a minute.

This man is showing his sweet side here too, isn’t he?

So right now, the reason he brought me here is because he’s worried the maids might mistreat me?

…Actually, that’s good for me.

“Mister.”

“What.”

I rubbed my hands together like a fly and shrugged my shoulders.

“If you happen to feel some sympathy for my situation, how about taking this opportunity to become a poor child’s savior—”

“That mouth of yours.”

Ah, not so easy.

“Say ‘child’ or anything like that one more time and I’ll kick you out.”

“Tch.”

“That mouth, that damn mouth of yours.”

A large hand approached as if to grab my head, then lifted me up by my armpits.

He grumbled but still sat me down on the bench.

Then he placed a sandwich and orange juice from the outdoor table into my hands.

“Shut that mouth and eat. Before you get in trouble.”

“Thank you.”

Wow, a sandwich and orange juice.

I failed to become his daughter again today, but this is pretty decent profit.

I was mindlessly chewing the sandwich when.

“…?”

It’s delicious.

Really delicious.

“You eat well. Were you starved or something?”

No.

During spy training there were many days I went hungry, but since coming here I’ve eaten three meals a day.

But this sandwich…!

Munch munch-

It’s delicious. So delicious!

As I devoured the sandwich hungrily, he clicked his tongue and pulled out a handkerchief from his robe.

“Eat slowly. If you get indigestion, there’s no point in eating.”

He skillfully wiped the bread crumbs from my mouth with the handkerchief. Regardless, I answered while eating heartily.

“Nutritious meals full of carbs, protein, and fat are always welcome!”

“Carbs, protein, fat?”

“Carbohydrates, protein, and fat.”

“Why do you shorten perfectly good words?”

“Then why do you bother saying it the long, tiresome way? Shortening it is much faster and better.”

“At this rate we won’t be able to communicate at all.”

“Hehe.”

I laughed carelessly while watching him shake his head. My legs dangled cheerfully from the bench.

Though I have memories from my past life, having lived in a child’s body for 2 years, my body sometimes reacted automatically when I felt good.

Of course, only when I was with someone comfortable.

‘But is it okay for me to be here?’

While chewing the sandwich, I looked around again.

I didn’t know on the first day, but this garden turned out to be a private garden that only direct family members and the assigned gardener could enter.

Come to think of it, Dorothy had said something like that too.

“But mister.”

“What.”

“When does the Duke come to this garden?”

It was really a thoughtless question.

“…”

The conversation that had been flowing smoothly suddenly got blocked as if a rock had fallen in between.

“Mister?”

“…”

Even when I called again, the man remained silent.

I couldn’t see his expression because of the hood he wore, but his sharp jaw seemed to tense up slightly.

“Well.”

After staring at me for a while, he turned his gaze to the garden.

“He probably comes when he wants to be alone. Private gardens prohibit outsiders.”

“Mm. I see…”

‘What’s this? He’s answering more seriously than I expected.’

I changed the direction of the conversation.

“Then when you occasionally run into the Duke, you don’t chat or anything… I suppose not.”

“Why?”

“You can tell from the Duke’s personality.”

“…What about the Duke’s personality?”

I declared primly.

“That’s a secret. I don’t gossip about people.”

“…?”

His lips slowly parted as if he was momentarily stunned.

Did he belatedly understand the meaning of my words? The man who had been silent suddenly turned his head sharply and spoke as if shooting back.

“Charismatic, quiet, and tight-lipped. That’s good enough for a leader’s personality, what more do you want?”

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