My Youngest Keeps Bringing Home Male Leads - Chapter 67

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Chapter 67
After that, the four of them moved with purpose.
Kesenor in particular was exceptionally busy.
He began by casting Magic on the old man.
He placed constraints upon him—preventing him from leaving the designated area or alerting anyone to their visit.
He also planted a Magical Device that would set Teleportation coordinates, allowing them to summon the old man instantly if needed.
Beyond that, he had layered Tracking Magic onto a Glass Bottle so they could determine which direction Romanil was heading.
“Wouldn’t someone be able to sense that Magic is present through detection?” Agnes asked, troubled.
Kesenor let out a contemptuous laugh at her concern.
“Sense my Magic? Is there anyone in Valdemar of sufficient caliber to do that?”
Once they returned to the Mansion, Silmare became consumed with activity.
Silmare immediately confirmed Agnes’s suspicions about her father.
“Agnes’s guess was correct.”
“It was Romanil?”
“Yes.”
Silmare nodded gravely, then added an explanation.
“Romanil has a scent entirely his own. It mingles with the body odor of those Addicted to him—though it differs somewhat from the smell of alcohol. It’s rather like a wooden box rotted through and thick with mold.”
To Agnes, the musty reek clinging to her father had merely seemed like the stench of drink. But this was Silmare speaking.
There were few, if any, in this place who could match a Fairy’s knowledge of plants.
Silmare discussed something briefly with Kesenor, and they resolved at once to head for Naopa Forest.
“To dare bring a mage into Naopa Forest—such a thing would be absolutely impossible were it not for Agnes. So count yourself honored, and do not stir up needless trouble.”
Kesenor answered with a scoffing laugh.
“You failed to mention that an important rule has been established in this Mansion during your absence.”
“What rule?”
“That the guests in this Mansion must show courtesy to one another. In other words, no fighting—get along. Should you speak to me in that manner again, you’ll be cast out by Agnes’s orders.”
Agnes’s heart had been unsettled, yet seeing Kesenor speak so brazenly drew a laugh from her despite herself.
“But that promise was made after the Marquis and Ignitan hurt each other.”
“All the same, Silmare must abide by it as well, must he not?”
Kesenor wore a crisp smile across his clean features, as if to say: try challenging that logic if you dare.
Silmare fell silent, apparently worried that he truly might be cast out.
As evening settled in, they agreed to depart the following morning and gathered in the Dining Hall.
Of all present, Rapitor was the first to react to Silmare’s arrival.
“Wow, are you really a Fairy? First time I’ve ever seen one! You’re really as beautiful as they say?”
“Well, this is my first glimpse of a dark Fairy myself. Fascinating. I’ve heard the tales—that you have tails yet aren’t beasts. Do your kind still crawl through caves these days?”
“What about you forest dwellers, always sleeping without beds?”
The sharp-edged remark came so abruptly that Agnes startled. Yet the two men were quick to grin and shook hands warmly, as if their quarrelsome greeting were the custom of ages past.
As if such a manner of introduction had been recorded in history itself.
Silmare exchanged greetings with Ignitan in turn.
There was little conversation—only a pat on each other’s shoulders—yet it seemed sufficient.
Finally came the reunion with Amy.
Silmare knelt down to meet Amy’s eyes.
“It’s been a while, Amy.”
“Silmare, are you leaving again tomorrow?”
“Yes.”
The little one who had brought Silmare here offered no explanation, yet her round eyes brimmed with longing.
It moved Silmare deeply.
She smiled brilliantly and stroked Amy’s hair.
“Silmare works so hard all the time.”
The words carried weight, and all the more precious for it.
“Do I?”
“Yes.”
As if offering her own small comfort, Amy stretched out her short arms and wrapped them around Silmare’s neck.
“Come back safely.”
The next morning, Silmare and Kesenor finished preparing for their journey to Naopa Forest.
Agnes’s father, of course, would accompany them.
The father’s room, which had always been curtained and dim, had brightened considerably after the recent changes.
The carpet, curtains, and bed sheets had all been replaced, making it feel like an entirely different space compared to how it had been when Agnes’s mother was alive.
What was most striking was the Five-Point Star that Kesenor had drawn on the floor.
Given the considerable distance and the fact that they would be transporting a patient, he had poured special care into its drawing, or so Agnes had heard.
Her father stood upon it.
Kesenor needed to use magic, so Silmare was supporting Agnes’s Father.
Eyes without focus.
Legs withered to skin and bone kept losing their balance, wavering with each step.
Until now, even the sight of him had filled her with anger, making it unbearable to face him—but now she felt only pity.
It must have been the moment she realized that the father she’d thought was drunk all this time was actually addicted to medicine.
Agnes approached her father slowly.
Looking up at Silmare, who stood beside him, he offered her a gentle smile.
“Would you like to say goodbye?”
“How long do you think it will take?”
“I’ll feel more at ease watching over him myself. Even if it takes time, I’ll make sure to return with your father.”
At Silmare’s voice—which seemed to promise that everything would be fine, that nothing would go wrong—her throat tightened.
To Agnes, who could not find the words to speak, Silmare whispered.
“Consider it a journey home for me, so please don’t worry. I’ll make sure to rest well.”
“But it would be better if you came back quickly. Because I’d miss you very much.”
At that, Silmare’s eyes widened in surprise, and then he smiled—a laugh like sparkling dust scattering through light.
“Yes, I will. So you won’t have to wait long.”
Then Kesenor’s petulant voice came from beside them.
“Silmare only needs to ride on my magic. Don’t I get a proper send-off for all my hard work alone?”
When she turned back, Kesenor was glowering at her with sharp eyes.
Agnes couldn’t help but laugh.
“I spoke with Silmare first for a reason.”
Because she had something to give him.
Wanting to give him something, anything, she’d taken out something that looked nice from the items in the safe and shown it to Rapitor, who naturally chose the Elixium.
‘Fairies would definitely love this too.’
With those words, he’d even stayed up all night to craft it for her.
When Agnes presented the Elixium, Silmare’s eyes lit up.
“Surely you’re not giving me a jewel?”
“It’s not a jewel—Rapitor called it Elixium. Do you know what it is?”
Then a smile bloomed across Silmare’s lips.
“I’ve heard the name. We call it the World Tree’s Blessing.”
“Rapitor said it would definitely be helpful.”
“That’s right. If you plant it in land that’s lost its vitality, it will soon be filled with life force.”
It was something whose value she herself didn’t understand, but she was glad that Silmare found it remarkable and was pleased.
After handing it over, Agnes finally took her father’s hand.
When had she last held it?
The thin, brittle hand was cold to the touch, as if it belonged to a dead man.
Even when she squeezed gently, trying to pass her warmth to him, there was no response—but Agnes forced herself to smile at her father.
“Please come back to me in good health, Father.”
If he could return healthy, she hoped he would embrace Amy, if only for a moment.
To be a comfort to her youngest sibling, who had been all but an orphan all this time.
The way he had held her that one time, long ago, when she was very small—the first and last time.
Then she turned toward Kesenor.
“You’ll be back soon, won’t you, Duke?”
“Of course.”
“Come back before dinner. I’ll go into Kalburn City and buy something delicious.”
“Good. I’ll look forward to it.”
Just as she was about to step back to see them all off—
“Agnes.”
Silmare, with the hand not supporting her father, caught Agnes’s hand and drew her close.
Blinking in surprise, she barely had time to process what was happening when Silmare lowered his head and pressed his lips to the back of her hand.
His gaze remained fixed on hers, and Agnes found herself unable to look away, captured in the depths of his clear, droplet-like eyes.
She felt his warm breath touch her bare hand—no gloves between them—briefly and then fade away.
The sensation of his warmth receding, her hand growing cool in its absence, seemed to pierce straight through to her heart.
Seeing Agnes staring blankly, Silmare smiled with an apologetic expression.
“Forgive me this much. We’re parting so soon after meeting, and I too feel terribly reluctant.”
She had no time to respond.
Kesenor, as if out of spite, immediately activated his magic.
Golden dust swirled brilliantly and then vanished, leaving Agnes alone.
The warmth his lips had left on her hand seemed to linger like a brand, and for a long time Agnes remained in that spot.

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