I Am the 5-Year-Old Spy Who Kidnapped the Villain - Chapter 81

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【Chapter 81】

“What do you mean it’s related to me?”

“…It would be better if you saw for yourself.”

With that meaningful answer, Grace opened the door.

‘It would be better if I saw for myself?’

It was an uncharacteristic answer from Grace.

The Queen was someone who was certain about everything. As a person who researched magic and drew formulas, she hated vague expressions more than anything in the world.

‘What could be so difficult for someone like her to say directly?’

The moment I entered the treatment room, dozens of possibilities flashed through my mind.

Among them.

‘Could it be that when Pose dies, Aisha dies too?’

He imagined the worst-case scenario he could think of.

If it was black magic, such curses would be entirely possible.

And then another question that followed.

If that were the case, could I accept the death sentence handed down by King Arzen?

“…”

Although several suspicious circumstances had been detected, Arzen had pinned all the blame on Pose Duke and stepped back, still remaining the leader of the Frozen Kingdom.

The moment he defied his orders, he would become a traitor.

Even so.

‘I would have to refuse without hesitation. If that’s what it takes to save Aisha.’

Callipus’s red eyes sank coldly.

Whatever black magic was cast on Aisha’s body, he was prepared to accept it.

That’s when it happened.

“Your Majesty the Queen?”

A young voice snapped him back to his senses.

It was Aisha.

The child was sitting on the bed, swinging her legs back and forth, having woken up at some point.

She looked as cheerful as usual, but if there was something strange, it was that her eyes were tightly shut.

‘Could she have lost her sight as a side effect of the black magic?’

Thump.

Callipus’s heart plummeted at this unexpected situation among all the possibilities he had considered.

“Aisha. Would you like to open your eyes?”

As Grace bent down to meet the child’s gaze and spoke—

“Right now?”

Aisha asked cheerfully, and her eyelids slowly opened.

The moment their eyes met.

“…”

Callipus’s entire body froze.

“Oh my. Father, you’re here? Are you feeling alright?!”

Blink blink.

He heard her worried question, but Callipus couldn’t answer and just stared blankly at the child.

The eyes that had definitely been blue enough to remind one of the sky and sea had turned red.

Just like his own.

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“This seems to be Miss Aisha’s true appearance. It looks like it was hidden by black magic until now…”

Grace, who was continuing her explanation, suddenly let out a small laugh.

“You look like you have a lot on your mind.”

Just as she said, Father was just looking at me silently without saying anything.

Why, why is he acting like that?

Swish swish.

My head turned left and right as I hurried to understand the situation.

I had collapsed in Father’s arms, and when I regained consciousness, Queen Grace was in front of me.

From what I heard, they were treating me to break Pose Duke’s black magic.

‘Is Father alright? He must be in much more pain.’

I was worried about my own condition too, but once I regained some strength, I wanted to see Father.

Such a strong person collapsing just from my attack. What a foolish man.

Why did he believe my words, and why did he let his guard down? I held back the complaints that seemed ready to spill out until the moment he collapsed.

I’m really glad everything ended well like this, but I need to give him a good scolding never to do that again.

But Grace was staring intently at my eyes as I was thinking such thoughts.

When I asked why, she told me to close my eyes and wait for a moment, so I did, and this is how the situation turned out.

“…Father?”

Callipus looked much better than I had expected.

He must have bandaged his abdomen where he was stabbed, and aside from that, he didn’t seem to be injured.

I’m really relieved.

But regardless of that, I still needed to scold him. I was thinking that and about to open my mouth when something felt strange.

Callipus looked like someone who had been struck by lightning.

Ah, well. He must have been as shocked as I was.

Having a near-death experience and then reuniting with his daughter again, how happy must he be?

“Hmm.”

…Or maybe he’s not happy?

Thinking about it again, I wasn’t certain and immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

‘Come to think of it, Callipus learned about Ariena’s true identity just before he collapsed. He even found out that I’m Ariena’s daughter.’

The wife he loved was a spy, and the adopted daughter he loved was actually his real daughter, created with the purpose of bringing him down from the beginning.

It was shocking to me too, but for Callipus, it would be even harder to accept.

Having learned such tremendous facts, perhaps he wished I wouldn’t wake up again.

“…Aisha.”

His stiffly hardened voice made my heart seem to sink.

I lifted my trembling eyes and barely managed to look at Father.

“Are you feeling alright?”

An unexpected question flowed out.

“…Yes.”

“That’s a relief.”

When I slowly nodded, he answered like a sigh.

Even so, his expression didn’t soften, so I remained tense.

“…Thank goodness.”

Suddenly, his large body embraced me as if to swallow me whole.

I stood there dazed in Father’s cave-like embrace that I thought I’d never feel again.

Then a large palm touched the back of my head.

“Never again,”

And then came his choked voice.

“Never again say strange things like you’re my laughingstock.”

“…”

My surprised eyes widened.

“If you say such things again, you’ll really get in trouble with Father.”

I didn’t expect him to say something like this.

“…Whether you’re my blood or not. No matter who your mother is or what the meaning of your existence is. You are my daughter.”

Callipus cared for me more than I had expected.

Even though he must have felt tremendous betrayal and anger, he loved me enough to overcome all of that.

“I’m, I’m sorry.”

He really was a man who was soft when it came to family.

He literally almost died. He felt anger enough to kill, and had someone who deserved to die right before his eyes.

Yet he still says I’m his daughter.

I’m being scolded with words completely opposite to what I intended to scold him with, and it feels strange.

A feeling like soap bubbles are rising and swelling in my heart, ready to burst.

It’s ticklish for no reason, grateful. And heartbreaking.

“I’m sorry.”

Only then did I stretch out my short arms and burrow into his embrace.

And I bit my lips tightly to keep from crying. I put more strength into the arms wrapped around his neck, afraid they might slip away.

“Now that you know you’re sorry, you won’t do it again, right?”

Father, who had been chuckling at me, lifted me up and stood from his seat.

Then he looked at my face and asked.

“Why are you crying? Are you a crybaby?”

A crybaby? Father, where did your character go.

“I’m not crying!”

I sniffled and quickly rubbed my eyes with the back of my hand. The heavy atmosphere was instantly lifted.

I suddenly turned my gaze and looked up, following Callipus’s line of sight.

Come to think of it, we weren’t the only two people in the treatment room.

In a corner, Grace was standing with a face that didn’t know what to do.

I heard that person is definitely an MBTI T type too.

When our eyes met, she smiled awkwardly. Callipus looked at her and then asked me.

“My daughter. The black magic is lifted and you’re safe, thank goodness. Did you thank Grace Majesty?”

“Yes. Of course! I even did a grand bow!”

“…Grand bow?”

Callipus asked puzzledly, and Grace nodded and said.

“Was that supposed to mean thank you? Though I don’t know why you showed your underwear.”

“What? Aisha?”

Eek. To Callipus who was shocked, I waved my palms frantically and quickly explained.

“That’s not it, I bowed my head so deeply that I ended up doing a handstand!”

“Ah, that’s what it was! But Miss Aisha. Don’t do that in front of other people while wearing a dress. It was fine because you did it in front of me, but if someone else had seen…”

“Gr-Grace Majesty! I-I understand.”

I thought I was wearing a patient gown.

Usually when you wake up in an infirmary, you’re changed into patient clothes!

My lips jutted out five feet in frustration, but that wasn’t the problem right now.

No matter what we said, terrifying axe-like eyes were glaring at me.

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