My Youngest Keeps Bringing Home Male Leads - Chapter 24

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Chapter 24
She no longer raised her voice.
Watching Agnes meet him with an unexpectedly firm composure, Miller seemed taken aback for a moment, but soon twisted his lips into a smile.
“Quite right. We came in haste and have no Search Warrant, but there is such a thing as Post-Hoc Approval. You wouldn’t know of it, of course.”
With that, he raised his hand—a signal to the soldiers.
Because the Laberose Mansion had no power to defend itself.
He judged that Agnes’s resistance was beneath their notice.
Agnes took a step forward, burning with anger, then stopped herself.
‘If I resist further here…’
They might not only search the place but treat the hired staff roughly as well.
She wanted to avoid that at all costs.
‘Besides, even if they tear the place apart, there’s nothing to find.’
The vault was sealed by Kesenor’s power.
After her two younger siblings demanded money from Alfred, Kesenor had hidden the Magic Stone so its location remained invisible.
In other words, on the surface, nothing was visible at all.
‘So it’s better to just let them be.’
Having reached that conclusion, the moment she let her shoulders sag in resignation—
Someone brushed past her side.
It was Silmare.
Without a word, he stepped in front of Agnes, blocking their path. His movement flowed like water, elegant and deliberate.
Seeing this, Miller let out a derisive snort.
“So this is the Fairy Race I’ve only heard rumors of. The one who’d give his liver and gallbladder for the young lady, they say.”
The description was so specific that Agnes wondered how he knew such details, but over the past few days countless people had come and gone through the house—it wasn’t impossible.
Silmare slowly drew his sword.
Unlike ordinary weapons, it was composed of beautiful curves from blade to hilt, so much so that it seemed merely decorative.
Yet his sword could not be dismissed.
There was not a tremor of wavering from his blade to his arm.
It was proof of how long he had wielded a sword.
At last, Silmare opened his mouth in warning.
“If you continue to behave so rudely, I will cut you down.”
“With that needle of a blade?”
Miller blustered, even as a chill ran down the nape of his neck.
This was an opponent not to be underestimated.
The sheer oppressive presence surrounding him proved it.
“Silmare!”
Agnes reached out to restrain him, worry creasing her face, but Silmare shook his head.
“I am well.”
“No, please lower your sword. These men are the Calben City Security Forces, after all. If you injure them, it will only make things worse for us.”
“But, Agnes—”
“They won’t cause us serious harm. At most they’ll search the place, harass us a little, and leave.”
She knew this from similar experience.
Even the debt collectors who came swinging roughly only grabbed at collars; they did nothing beyond that.
After all, they were commoners, and Agnes was nobility.
‘They came crashing in like this the moment the Duke left, so they’ve clearly been sharpening their claws for a while—but they’re probably just after a few coins.’
“Are you truly certain?”
“Yes.”
At Agnes’s words, Silmare lowered his sword, and the soldiers swarmed in like hornets, beginning their search of the Mansion.
The loud crash of things overturned mixed with the sharp metallic ring of objects striking one another.
Agnes clenched her fists until her knuckles went white.
She stood motionless, enduring the noise that filled every corner.
She even watched as they invaded the servants’ quarters and dragged everything out, but provoking these hot-blooded soldiers was the worst thing she could do.
In any case, they would leave soon.
They always had.
After more than an hour of searching, the soldiers began returning one by one.
They carried several items of value in their hands.
But none of them were what Miller had been looking for.
Each time Miller examined the items the soldiers brought, his face twisted further.
“Is this all?”
“Yes, sir.”
“It can’t be. You’re saying you found no Gold Coins?”
“The servants had some pocket money, but no gold coins.”
“That’s impossible! You did search thoroughly, didn’t you?”
“We turned the place inside out. Every last corner.”
Miller’s gaze descended like a blade toward Agnes.
This was nothing like what he’d been told.
He’d heard that Laberose House had suddenly acquired a large sum of money, but if it wasn’t hidden in the Mansion, then where in blazes was it?
Returning empty-handed meant his promised reward would vanish like foam.
Miller strode toward Agnes.
Silmare moved to block him as expected, but Agnes shook her head and stood her ground.
“Where have you hidden it?”
“Hidden what?”
“The money you spent on renovating the Mansion and hiring staff.”
“You’re not even a creditor of our House, and you don’t have a Search Warrant. So why should I answer you?”
“Bold, aren’t you. Do you really think we can’t do anything to you?”
Miller’s eyes blazed as he drew his sword from his belt.
Caught off guard, the soldiers behind him hesitated before drawing their blades one by one.
“Tell me where the money is. Now. Or I’ll cut down everyone in this Mansion.”
A chill crawled up my spine.
It felt as though someone had poured ice water directly into my skull.
I never expected it would come to this.
Perhaps from the start, the debt wasn’t the real aim.
They meant to extort every last gold coin Agnes was presumed to possess.
In truth, they were brigands, not lawmen.
Fury made my lips tremble.
“Agnes.”
Silmare, standing beside me, felt the same way.
The killing intent he radiated was so sharp it seemed it would sever everything around him.
“If you will only give the word, I can cut these dogs down where they stand.”
But if that happened, there would be no turning back from disaster.
Amy.
When you came home, I wanted you to find the Mansion beautifully restored, a place where you could live in comfort and safety.
As I was about to make a decision, forced as it was—
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
Heavy impacts shook the ground beneath us.
I thought I might be imagining it, but Agnes wasn’t the only one who noticed. Everyone had gone pale, turning to look around.
“C-Captain! Outside…!”
One of the soldiers, peering toward the Main Gate, let out a strangled cry of alarm.
The soldiers rushed to slam the door shut, but something outside held it fast—it wouldn’t budge.
Instead, it swung wide open, and then the door itself was torn clean off its hinges with a splintering crack.
It was a door made of thick wood, more than two meters tall.
By any reasonable measure, such a thing should have been impossible.
As I stumbled backward in the grip of primal fear, Silmare gripped my shoulder.
“It’s all right, Agnes.”
For some reason, Silmare didn’t seem surprised at all.
Even though I could see an enormous foot and calf through the ruined doorway—clearly not anything human.
The soldiers, who had a clearer view of whatever stood outside, had gone ashen and were backing away step by step.
“A m-monster…!”
“A Giant! There’s a Giant outside, Captain!”
They cried out as if pleading for salvation, but even Miller had lost his composure entirely.
There was no escape.
The door was blocked.
A strength capable of tearing a door from its frame could just as easily crush a fragile human body like kindling.
Everyone in that place stood frozen by terror, unable to move.
Then, suddenly, a brilliant light flashed, and the Giant’s form began to shrink.
“Ah…!”
Agnes let out a soft gasp.
When the light faded—
A tall man stood before the doorway.
Her hair was red as a roaring flame, and her eyes held the deep bronze of weathered bark.
The man—vast as the fallen gate itself—paused to take in the sight of the Central Hall.
Then he spotted Agnes standing motionless, and moved toward her with heavy, deliberate steps.
“Agnes?”
His voice was low and resonant, as if it pressed down upon the very air.
Agnes, who had been staring up at him in a daze, finally understood what was happening.
“Did Amy… show you the way?”
The man nodded silently in response.
“Are these men your enemies?”
“Not enemies, but I was in a difficult position. Thank you for your help.”
Her legs trembled beneath her. Strength drained from her body, and she felt as though she might collapse at any moment—but as mistress of this Mansion, there was still work to be done.
Agnes fixed the slack-jawed intruders with a glare and gave her command.
“Get out of here. Now.”
The soldiers shifted nervously, looking to Miller for direction.
Miller’s hands trembled as he hesitated; it would be madness to stand against someone with such overwhelming strength.
“I… I won’t say this is the last time—”
“I said, get out!”
At last, Miller turned and fled, the soldiers hurrying after him.
Only once she had confirmed that every last one of them had left the Mansion
did Agnes’s body give way, crumpling to the floor.
“Agnes!”
She nearly fell ungracefully, but a pair of strong arms caught her.
When she lifted her head, she saw Silmare.
“I’m sorry. My legs… they’ve given out beneath me.”
“There is no need to apologize. You may lean on me.”
“You must have been frustrated with me. Thank you for listening.”
“It was only natural.”
Fresh gratitude toward Silmare welled up in her. Had she faced this alone, it would have been far more difficult.
Making a mental note to thank him properly later, Agnes drew in a breath and managed to straighten her stance.
There was no time to sit and surrender to exhaustion now.

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