My Youngest Keeps Bringing Home Male Leads - Chapter 2

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Episode 2
“That’s correct.”
“No, it can’t be! Where did you see our Amy? Did you actually meet her?”
She couldn’t believe it.
A year had already passed.
She hadn’t wanted to imagine it, but she’d begun to think she might have to accept that Amy was dead.
And now a stranger had appeared out of nowhere to tell her Amy was alive?
“Where is our Amy? How on earth did you meet her?”
Agnes grasped at the question like a drowning person clutching at straw.
The man pressed a Letter into her hands. The moment she took it with trembling fingers and unfolded it hastily, Agnes cried out as though pierced.
“Is Rupert alive too?”
Rupert was the son of Kesenor’s Butler, raised alongside her from birth.
Even a year after he vanished, Agnes could never forget Rupert’s handwriting.
Since they’d begun learning to speak, they’d always sat side by side for their lessons together.
Her heart felt as though it might burst from her chest.
The man gave a nod to Agnes, whose eyes had turned red as she looked up at him.
“Yes, that’s right. Rupert was with Amy.”
Thank God, thank God!
Her hands trembled as she held the Letter. Longing crashed over her in waves, drowning her vision.
Afraid the ink might smudge if her tears touched it, she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand before finally managing to read the Letter’s contents.
[I’m sure you were shocked to hear the news. It’s Rupert. I know you must have been worried all this time.
Amy and I are safe. We’ve even gained special abilities from the Rift—it seems Amy has gained something like a prophetic power.
We are unharmed and have no injuries, so please don’t worry about us. You may use the box we’ve sent at your earliest convenience where it’s needed most.
We’ll come see you soon.
(P.S.) Sister, I love you. I miss you. I’ll be there soon.]
The bottom of the Letter had ink splatters, and the handwriting was crooked and hurried.
She barely held back the hot sting that rose to her eyes once more.
‘Am I really going to cry in front of a stranger?’
After steeling herself, Agnes carefully folded the Letter away.
There was something she needed to confirm with him.
“How did you come by this? How did you meet our Amy?”
“That is…”
The man, who had been covering his mouth as if to hide his expression, smiled over his fingers.
“Are you curious?”
When she nodded, he suddenly seized her wrist and pulled her toward him.
She had no time to be shocked by the rudeness of a strange man’s touch. He traced the back of her hand with a long finger.
In that moment, a golden Mark appeared across the back of her hand—a leaf shape.
“So it’s real, then.”
The man holding her hand also bore a golden Mark on the back of his own.
But his was in the shape of a Seed Mark.
His expression transformed as he stared at it.
The eyes of the man who had seemed so cold and indifferent widened in wonder. His dark pupils sparkled like fragments of cut jewels.
Soft.
He bowed his head and brought his lips to the back of her hand.
She had no chance to be flustered. The man introduced himself rapidly.
“Allow me to reintroduce myself, Agnes. My name is Kesenor Celesta. I am your prospective Mate.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“You might say a husband candidate, if you prefer.”
While Agnes’s mouth hung open at this absurd declaration, he withdrew his hand and settled back against the sofa with ease.
“I met Amy two weeks ago.”
So saying, he began to explain how he had come to meet Amy.
* * *
Two weeks prior.
Kesenor’s Butler had approached with an awkward expression.
“There are people requesting an audience with you, sir.”
“Who?”
“A man named Rupert and a young lady of House Laberose, who gives her name as Amy.”
“I don’t know those names.”
“According to my knowledge, the House has no prior dealings with them. Yet they insist they must see you without fail.”
He’d thought them some spoiled brat’s whim.
A mere earl’s daughter wanting to meet him, and one who wasn’t even six years old yet. Kesenor found it absurd.
He’d dismissed the notion with a scoff, instructing them to politely refuse—but then something unexpected happened.
“I’m sorry! There’s something I need to tell you!”
The child was swept up by some man and breached the Mage Tower Celestial without warning.
The Mage Tower Celestial was home to the world’s greatest mages. Naturally, powerful wards surrounded it—no one simply wandered in.
Which meant Kesenor had little choice but to hear them out.
Once the uninvited intruders were shown to the reception hall, the prettily-featured little girl spoke without preamble.
“What’s that on your hand, sir?”
“What do you mean, what?”
“There’s a seed there, isn’t it?”
Kesenor’s face drained of color.
That fact was known only to his parents and a handful of high mages—strictly confidential.
There was no way word could have leaked, and least of all from a child of this size.
Yet the girl spoke with absolute certainty.
This wasn’t guesswork or clever inference. She stated it as though it were simple fact.
“Have you found your Mate yet?”
“How could you possibly know—”
When Kesenor was born.
A Seed Mark had appeared across his palm, blazing with brilliant light.
Naturally, the then-Marquis Celesta, Kesenor’s father, had mobilized every resource of the Tower and House alike to divine its meaning.
The result.
From an Ancient Document so fragile it seemed it might crumble to dust at a touch, they found mention of the “Seed”—and alongside it, word of the “Mate.”
It read like a prophecy, but the account seemed so absurd that it had been buried away and forgotten.
The contents of the Ancient Document ran thus:
[When the earth splits asunder and darkness rises forth, there shall come one who births a new world.
Born shall he be with the Seed’s marking, and when at last he takes root, he shall become the World Tree.
Let him who dreams of becoming the World Tree
First seek the choice of the World Tree’s Mate.
Beneath the Seed, a marking of leaves shall prove his worthiness.
Then shall the Seed reach its branches toward heaven and become master of the new world.]
Though he wanted to dismiss it as fantasy, Kesenor could not—the evidence was etched upon his own palm.
Every time he recalled that tale from childhood, one thought occupied him.
‘So if I secure the Mate, I can become the World Tree?’
He’d searched earnestly for the identity of this mysterious figure, but without a single clue, it had proven impossible.
Yet now this small child, who’d appeared from nowhere, spoke of a secret even Kesenor had failed to uncover.
“I know who it is.”
“Is this a negotiation?”
“No! I’m only here to give you a warning.”
“A warning?”
He couldn’t follow the thread at all. Unable even to fathom her intent, Kesenor—the world’s greatest mage—felt a helplessness unbecoming of his station.
He hadn’t stopped them from breaching the Tower, and now he couldn’t even steer the conversation.
With a sardonic smile, he urged the child to continue.
“Go on, then.”
“If you try to force the Mate to be yours, you’ll fail.”
“Then what will happen?”
“This world will perish, won’t it?”
“Why would that happen?”
“That’s… a secret!”
At his question, the girl’s eyes welled with tears as though she’d recalled something terrifying and unspeakable; her lips pressed tight shut.
“That’s why you have to be nice to her this time. You can’t hurt her, and you can’t upset her. Will you promise?”
“So you’ll tell me if I do?”
“Yes. You’re promising, right? You won’t make her cry?”
It was a small thing. Kesenor simply nodded.
“Very well. I promise.”
“The Mate you’re looking for is…”
Agnes Laberose, she said. The girl’s older sister.
Though he couldn’t verify the truth of it, the child knew far more than Kesenor himself, the world’s greatest mage.
“Sir, I’m going to the Dragon Lair. Will you help me?”
“What? That’s impossible. No one even knows where it is.”
“I do.”
“Why there?”
“Because I need to earn money. Our family has none, so my sister works outside.”
Amy clasped her hands together, her voice trembling with desperation.
“That’s why we need so much money!”
Kesenor’s expression twisted as he stared at her with his normally haughty composure crumbling.
Merely for such a reason, she would seek out the Dragon Lair, where the world’s mightiest demon dwelt……?
Yet the child truly did know the location of the Dragon Lair.
Not only that, but the servant called Rupert who had come with her fought alongside Kesenor and together they defeated the dragon.
The surprises did not end there.
“Please give this to my sister.”
With those words, Amy entrusted the Gold Coins from the Dragon Lair to Kesenor.
“What about you? Won’t your sister be looking for you?”
At that, Amy’s face crumpled as if she might weep at any moment.
She wanted to see her sister, but there was no help for it.
“I have to find the other Seeds.”
Kesenor’s expression froze, turning cold. Seeing this, the child laughed weakly.
“You weren’t planning to search only for me, were you?”
“No. What if you hurt my sister? I’m going to find them all.”
In other words, she meant to set up a competition.
Hearing those words, urgency seized him. He had rushed here, arriving on such a night as a result.
Finally, when he confirmed the leaf mark—the sign of a Mate—on the back of her hand.
Kesenor’s heart surged with exultation.
‘If I obtain her, I can rule the world.’
The Seed chosen by her would become the World Tree and would be the master of a new world, or so they said.
Why should he compete with men whose names he did not even know for such overwhelming power?
Then perhaps instead…….
‘I could take her and hide away.’

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