I Am the 5-Year-Old Spy Who Kidnapped the Villain - Chapter 85

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【Chapter 85】

King Arzen’s eyes widened sharply as he was lost in thought.

While Grace was the kingdom’s greatest mage in the Frozen Kingdom, Arzen himself was actually quite a skilled mage, though overshadowed by her brilliance.

The only person in the kingdom who could break Arzen’s spell would be Grace.

‘I need to find out.’

Grace, who had no interest in power or socializing, had repeatedly thwarted his ambitious plans.

She was publicly regarded as a magnificent queen.

She had created the first teleportation portals and invented agricultural machinery that revolutionized farming for commoners.

The nobles looked up to her, and the commoners praised her.

But that wasn’t the kind of queen King Arzen wanted.

‘Being looked up to and praised should be my role as king…!’

What Arzen wanted from her was the role of an ordinary queen.

Managing budgets, decorating the palace for events, and reigning as the queen of high society.

The typical things that noble ladies would do.

‘If Grace really was the one who decoded Aisha’s dark magic?’

“Then she would have immediately realized that I was the one who cast the dark magic…”

Tap, tap.

His index finger tapping the armrest of his chair grew increasingly impatient.

Though he didn’t like it, he needed to find out for certain.

‘I should arrange a tea time with Grace.’

He was thinking it would be best to do it tomorrow when he was about to rise from his seat.

“Your Majesty. May I enter?”

A quiet knock was heard, followed by a familiar voice announcing the visit.

“Come in.”

The person who entered after Arzen’s response was his aide, Tri.

“Excuse me, but there’s a commotion outside that I must report. A child claiming to have supernatural abilities is causing a disturbance at the palace gates.”

“…What? Supernatural abilities?”

Arzen doubted his own ears.

“Yes. Normally we would have handled this without bothering Your Majesty, but with the recent Pose Duke incident, we felt uneasy about dismissing anything lightly…”

The only supernatural abilities discovered so far were ice and poison.

‘Ice belongs to the bloodline of the Crosht ducal family, and Pose, who had poison abilities, is already dead…’

“I’ll go see for myself. Lead the way.”

Still, just in case, Arzen ordered Tri to guide him.

In fact, it wasn’t completely unbelievable.

Pose Duke had one legitimate son and one illegitimate child who inherited his bloodline.

‘But there’s no way his legitimate child would come here when his own father was executed…’

The remaining possibility was.

“Over there.”

Just then, Tri, who had reached the front gate of the palace, pointed to a spot not far away.

Then.

“Hello, Your Majesty.”

A bright, childlike voice as cheerful as sunlight reached Arzen’s ears.

“Perfect timing!”

“…?”

He looked to be about seven years old.

His dark blue hair, almost black, was wet.

The boy in dirty clothes and worn-out shoes with holes in the soles looked like a beggar who might ask for money, but.

“The guards wouldn’t believe what I was saying, so I was just demonstrating with actions.”

In contrast, his unbelievably pretty smile and black eyes reminded one of unpolished obsidian.

“Is this enough to convince you?”

“…”

At the boy’s question, King Arzen walked step by step and looked around the area outside the castle gate.

He couldn’t believe it.

Everything around the boy’s bare feet was rotting and decaying.

Trees. Fields. Even the tips of the spears held by the guards standing at the gate.

“Y-Your Majesty.”

The guards who had been confronting the boy stood frozen in place.

Their faces looked literally paralyzed with terror.

‘Oh my.’

Arzen’s lips began to curl as he spun around in disbelief, examining the surroundings.

“Ha, hahaha…”

That’s him.

My new chess piece to replace Pose Duke.

* * *

At that moment.

“Aisha. Look at me. Hiyah!”

Thunk!

The pathetic sound of a wooden sword hitting a mannequin echoed through Croste Ducal Castle.

So this is…

“A neck strike.”

Oh. A neck strike.

I nodded my head listlessly.

Kail, who had been smiling proudly at my reaction, now took a different stance.

“Now, look at this. This is… Hiyah!”

This time he hit the mannequin’s waist, so.

“This is a waist strike.”

Oh. A waist strike…

The technique names are incredibly straightforward.

“How’s that, pretty good right? I came up with the technique names myself.”

Kail placed his sword-holding hand on his waist and beamed brightly.

From his expression, it seemed like he wanted praise…

“Mm-hmm. Good job.”

I nodded for now, but I fell into deep contemplation.

Should I go to Father and suggest that Kail change his career path before it’s too late?

As Kail’s guardian, judging coldly, it seems like Kail won’t become a famous knight…

That’s when it happened.

Kail said excitedly, buzzing with energy.

“I practiced hard for a whole week.”

“Gasp. You practiced for a whole week?”

This is serious.

“…Huh?”

I unconsciously gaped, but Kail, interpreting my reaction positively, asked with even more sparkling eyes.

“Why? Am I too good for just a week of practice?”

“Uh? Oh, uh… well…”

I was struggling when.

“You fool. After a week of practice and this is all you can do, of course the Princess is surprised!”

A hand suddenly appeared, roughly ruffling Kail’s white hair.

Looking up, I saw Iris, the Knight Captain in charge of Kail’s sword training, standing there.

He smiled wryly and greeted me.

“Good day, Princess.”

“Hello there.”

“Ah. Commander Iris. Why did you come?”

“Why did you come? This little one is speaking informally to an adult?”

“Huh? I called you Commander.”

“You did well calling me Commander. But after that, how should you speak to adults?”

“Uh. Um.”

Pat pat pat-

Kail, who had been thinking hard while getting his white head continuously petted, let out an “Ah!” in realization.

“Why did you come?”

“Not ‘why did you come,’ but ‘why did you come here,’ right.”

“So close. I got one word wrong.”

“Right. Since you got it wrong, shall we run 3 laps around the training ground?”

“Yeah. Okay.”

“Drop the ‘yeah.’ I’ve told you so many times that ‘yeah’ is informal!”

Though Iris shouted in frustration, Kail, who had blocked his ears from the continued nagging, pretended not to hear and shook his head vigorously.

Then he turned toward me and greeted me.

“I have to run 3 laps. See you later, Aisha.”

“Mm-hmm. Work hard!”

I waved my hand at Kail as he walked away.

And then.

“Iris.”

“Yes, Princess.”

“Still, the kid is good-natured.”

When I said what I couldn’t bring myself to say in front of Kail, Iris nodded as well.

“…I know. The kid is pure.”

Fortunately, he seemed to understand that Kail wasn’t doing it with bad intentions.

Anyway, I was a bit worried when I saw him doing neck strikes and waist strikes.

‘Still, I’m glad Kail seems to be adapting well to the Croste Knight Order.’

Wearing knight uniforms and holding a sword. This was remarkable progress.

When he first came here, he was even uncomfortable wearing shoes.

But now he’s learning how to talk with people, and even though his progress is a bit slow, he’s doing sword training too.

‘You’re doing well, our Kail!’

How admirable, so admirable.

I watched Kail running around the training ground with the touching eyes of a parent.

After Pose Duke was executed, the ducal palace regained its daily routine.

Callipus diligently performed the duke’s duties, and I was cherished as a ‘real’ princess.

Kail was working hard as the youngest member of the knight order, and Lucas as the ducal heir.

Since Kail’s situation doesn’t seem to need worrying about, should I go see Lucas now?

“I’ll be going now!”

“Yes, Princess. Please go in safely.”

Tap tap tap.

After greeting Iris, I ran hard toward the ducal palace on my short little legs.

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