I Am the 5-Year-Old Spy Who Kidnapped the Villain - Chapter 69

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【Chapter 69】

The 254th Frozen Royal Banquet.

Hundreds of long candle-shaped lanterns floating with magic illuminated the hall from the ceiling.

It was a work by Queen Grace, who had made her mark in royal history through magic.

“Wow… how magnificent.”

“Candles floating in the sky. It’s like looking at stars.”

The nobles who had already taken their seats burst into admiration as they gazed at the ceiling.

Meanwhile, there were also nobles already forming groups and engaging in earnest conversation.

“The Crosht Ducal Family is participating this time too, right?”

“Yes. Everyone’s been in an uproar about it.”

The banquet had officially begun, but the high-ranking families hadn’t arrived yet.

It was customary for them to arrive late to display their status differences. Even royalty usually arrived about an hour late.

“High society will become more interesting.”

But the nobles didn’t mind.

Rather, they could use this time as an opportunity to gossip about high-ranking nobles without worrying about appearances.

“We haven’t seen Croste Duke for five years. How disappointing it was not to see that handsome face every time we came to banquets.”

“Exactly. By the way, I heard His Grace successfully completed another monster subjugation?”

An aristocratic lady smiled while fanning her face with a fan.

“We probably won’t even be able to speak to His Grace and will just watch from afar… but this banquet seems like it’ll be quite entertaining.”

“Young Master Lucas was found too.”

Then a young lady who had been eavesdropping nearby intruded into the conversation.

“He even adopted an orphan girl as his direct heir, didn’t he?”

Croste Duke, the hero of the North. Young Master Lucas, discovered after five years. And even Princess Aisha, who achieved an unbelievable rise in status.

Everything that decorated the front page of this first half’s newspapers was about the Crosht Ducal Family.

Among them, if you had to pick the incident that caused the biggest stir in high society?

“…An orphan being adopted into the Crosht Ducal Family. How unfair it is for me, who was born into a marquis family…”

It was Princess Aisha.

“Honestly, I’m a bit worried. Does she even know noble etiquette?”

“She’s five years old. It’ll probably just be at a cute level.”

“But my daughter, who’s also five, knows basic noble etiquette.”

“That’s true. She’s attending without even having her debutante, isn’t she?”

Aisha had been a thorn in the side of existing nobles from the moment she appeared in the newspapers.

An orphan becoming a noble. Even becoming a high-ranking noble with higher status than most nobles.

Those who were nobles to their very bones felt both curiosity and alienation toward Aisha.

Perhaps that’s why.

“You never know. Since she’s from an orphan background, she must be so curious about high society. She might have pestered His Grace to forcibly participate.”

“By the way, why did His Grace adopt an orphan?”

“He lost his duchess and children and holed up for five years. He must have felt lonely.”

“What perfect timing. Appearing when His Grace was feeling empty and even securing adoption…”

“When you put it that way, she seems cunning.”

“She is cunning! There are plenty of pitiful children everywhere. That child was adopted because she was pitiful but somehow different.”

The conversation that had started harmoniously gradually deteriorated into petty jealousy.

“But well, now that Young Master Lucas has returned, would she catch the young master’s eye when she’s just an orphan?”

“Exactly. He might have thought she was cute at first, but now that real blood family has been found, she’s probably fallen from grace.”

Who knows.

Throughout the banquet entrance, Croste Duke might only dote on Lucas and ignore Aisha.

“Puhup-!”

Were they thinking the same thing? Several groups of nobles who exchanged glances covered their faces with fans.

They were having fun with such low-quality conversation for quite a while when.

“The ruler and hero of the North, head of the Crosht Ducal Family, Duke Calips Crosht. Croste Lucas. Princess Croste Aisha are entering!”

At the doorkeeper’s announcement, the nobles who had been fluttering their fans all turned their heads in unison. As the massive doors opened on both sides—

“…!”

Several young ladies held their breath at the sight of the man entering with long strides.

Croste Duke was wearing the white uniform symbolizing the North.

On the left chest of the uniform that fit perfectly on his massive inverted triangle physique were medals embroidered with his history.

Black hair swept back over his straight forehead. His sharp yet deep eyes that gave a cool impression and his prominent nose were like the protagonist of a masterpiece drawn with rough lines.

But there was another reason the nobles’ mouths fell open.

“My daughter. Are you nervous? Shall we go eat chocolate? Look over there. There’s a chocolate fountain.”

The man with an atmosphere so intimidating it was hard to even speak to him.

“Let’s go see the chocolate fountain. Don’t be nervous, my baby.”

“I’m not nervous though?”

Was holding and cooing over a brave child who didn’t even blink an eye.

Even Young Master Lucas walking beside them.

“Dandelion. Once you get down from Dad’s arms, you have to only hold oppa’s hand from then on, okay? You can’t let go. Got it?”

Was hovering around the duke and only looking at the blonde-haired child.

‘What on earth is this…’

The nobles who had been fluttering their fans froze in place.

The hero they looked up to. The mysterious handsome duke who had been absent for five years.

Not only was he entering while holding an orphan child, but he was pushing through people and heading toward the chocolate fountain.

Meanwhile, the little Princess Aisha.

“I’m more in the mood for strawberries than chocolate though?”

Pointed to another table with her short finger.

“Then we should eat strawberries.”

“Dandelion, I was somehow craving strawberries too!”

Then the two men turned toward the direction of Aisha’s finger and rushed toward the strawberry desserts with quick steps.

“…”

“…”

The faces of the nobles who had been gossiping about Aisha for a long time hardened.

‘They didn’t hear our conversation, did they?’

If other nobles who heard the gossip they had been excitedly spreading told the duke about it.

Slowly.

Those who subtly covered their faces with fans moved to other groups having ordinary conversations without exception.

“Oh my. What were you talking about?”

“Ah. We just happened to exchange greetings with Princess Aisha, and she was so well-mannered and truly sharp.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Her etiquette was perfect, as if she had already had her debutante. So we… wanted to formally greet the princess again, so we’ll be going now…”

“Huh?”

When the noble holding the fan asked back in confusion.

“We’ll be withdrawing now.”

The young ladies who had been smiling awkwardly bowed their heads politely.

We’re going to side with Princess Aisha, so you can never be accepted into our group.

“…”

It was a firm rejection.

* * *

Having no way of knowing about the situation behind us, I was eating strawberry desserts.

“This is delicious, oppa.”

“Dandelion. Try the cream cake too. It has a mysteriously different texture from the cakes made in our castle.”

When Lucas picked up a piece of cake with his fork and brought it to my mouth—

“Hmnya.”

As I chewed and swallowed the cake, a beaming smile spread across my lips.

“Proceed in 3 hours.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

I could hear Callipus saying something to Nox from above.

“Mmm.”

Well, he’ll handle it himself. He’s the hero of the North, after all.

Very satisfying.

Intoxicated by the sugar from the cake, I opened my drowsy eyes and burrowed into Father’s chest.

I hadn’t intended to act like this from the beginning.

At first, I was going to go with the concept of a smart young lady like ‘I can do everything by myself!’

Before entering.

‘But well, now that Lord Lucas has returned, would an orphan catch the young master’s eye?’

‘That’s right. He might have thought she was cute at first, but now that real blood relatives have been found, she must have fallen to being a burden, right?’

Hearing my reputation through the door, I decided to change that thought.

Of course, I hadn’t planned to change it, but.

‘Write down the names of the bastards talking right now.’

I had no choice but to step forward to mediate Father, who was ordering Nox with a blazing gaze.

‘Cunning?’

While being held in Father’s arms, I glared somewhere. It was precisely the nobles who had been badmouthing me.

As if stung by my gaze, they covered their faces with fans and moved away from their seats.

‘Cunning?! Me? I’ll show you what real cunning is!?’

A former spy, no less.

My 5-year-old self.

Beyond cunning, I’ll meticulously crush your arrogance.

“Father.”

“What.”

“Your cunning daughter would like to greet Her Majesty Queen Grace. Together with Lord Nox.”

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