My Youngest Keeps Bringing Home Male Leads - Chapter 7

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Chapter 7
Kesenor twisted his lips into a smile and swept his hand across the desk.
A translucent world map materialized above it.
A red dot hung in the eastern portion of the continent, and it was gradually drawing closer to the center.
Aser, who had been trying to gauge where the starting point lay, suddenly stiffened in alarm.
“That’s beyond the Fairy Territory, isn’t it?”
“It is.”
“They’re coming in violation of the Non-Aggression Pact?”
“They have reason enough.”
Kesenor waved his hand to dismiss the map and dropped his palm onto the table with a dull thud.
“She possesses something singular—a treasure, just as you said.”
“What treasure?”
“It means nothing to ordinary people, but to those who need it, it’s precious beyond measure. Precious enough to break a Non-Aggression Pact and come rushing here.”
The Astanium Continent.
Even before history was recorded, it is said that the otherworldly races and humans mingled, waging endless conflicts against one another.
Thus the Empire’s fourth emperor, Roberto Cardiam, summoned the leaders of each race, defined the boundaries of their respective territories, and established a Non-Aggression Pact swearing not to transgress them.
Bound by magic and sealed by honorable oath, only the most restricted exchange was permitted, so each race enjoyed peaceful lives within their own domains.
Should anyone abandon their territory, it could be detected through High-level Magician’s Magic, and that information would immediately reach the Empire.
Aser’s expression grew grave. Kesenor cradled his chin, regarding Aser with a thin smile—a warmth-less, chilling smile.
“Do you understand now why I’m doing this?”
Days later, true to Kesenor’s warning, the Valdemar Mansion received an extraordinary visitor.
It was the twins, playing deep in the forest, who spotted him first.
“Cedric, look over there!”
“What? ……Good heavens! What is that?”
A person was in the sky, descending toward them. Behind his back, dragonfly-like transparent wings were visible.
Upon catching sight of the twins from afar, he flew directly toward them and landed.
“Wow…….”
Both children gasped involuntarily.
The figure before them seemed to be made of nothing but gathered light.
Silver hair shot through with blue hues spilled across his pale forehead, and his water-colored eyes shone with crystalline clarity beneath the sun.
The white garments he wore refracted unfamiliar hues of light with every movement, streams of color flowing across the fabric.
Beyond his breathtaking beauty alone, he stood noticeably taller than an ordinary adult, and his long, straight limbs drew the eye irresistibly.
“Could it be……a fairy?”
“Are you really a fairy? How can you fly through the sky?”
The two children fired questions at him in their wonder.
Yet the man simply furrowed his brow slightly and regarded them both with a steady gaze. His expression was grave enough that the children abruptly fell silent.
‘Come to think of it, isn’t he an intruder?’
‘He flew down from the sky, but he entered our home without permission.’
Meanwhile, the man withdrew a Silver Bracelet from his pocket. Once he fastened it to his wrist, he opened his mouth.
“What did you ask me?”
“W-whether you were a fairy…….”
“Yes. That’s right. Is this the Valdemar Mansion?”
His voice alone was so ethereal that the children’s minds reeled once more. The man furrowed his delicate brow again.
“I’m wearing a translation device, but perhaps you can’t understand what I’m saying…….”
“No, we understand!”
“We understand perfectly, but you’re just so beautiful!”
“You really are a fairy, sir! Your whole body is sparkling!”
The man looked down at the two children with a composed gaze and nodded.
“I’m looking for a woman named Agnes. Direct me to her if you know where she is.”
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Agnes arrived at the Reception Room almost dragged along the way.
People had whispered at the sight of her, and curious gazes clung to her back as she walked.
“A duke, and now a fairy from legends?”
“What on earth is happening? I’m dying to know, but I can’t find out.”
Because such an extraordinary guest had arrived, the servants’ attitude toward Agnes—whom they had scorned only days before—had already shifted.
She knocked to announce her arrival at the Reception Room door, and from within came the sound of someone rising abruptly.
When the door opened and she saw the figure beyond, Agnes’s mind went blank.
‘It’s like moonlight compressed into a single form…….’
His entire being seemed to glow in silver and prismatic hues. He was so tall that she had to lift her chin slightly.
Seeing this appear to trouble him, he stepped back and bowed deeply, offering a courteous greeting.
“It’s an honor to meet you, Agnes. My name is Silmare.”
“So you came looking for me.”
“I did.”
His refined eyes curved gently as he whispered with evident emotion.
“I have been waiting for you. For countless years—ever since my life began.”
“What?!”
“I knew of you even before you were born. I have dreamed of the day when we could finally meet.”
He extended his hand.
Thinking he meant to greet her, she raised hers, and he took it gently in his own.
At that moment, a golden mark blossomed across the back of her hand.
A leaf and a seed.
Identical to the one Kesenor bore.
Silmare’s long fingers trembled faintly at the sight.
His transparent, water-like eyes flickered as if witnessing something beyond belief.
With reverence befitting something sacred, Silmare brought his lips to the back of her hand.
His manner was so extraordinary that she lost the moment to withdraw it.
“Wait—Silmare!”
“Please, just call me Silmare.”
“How did you find me… Did you happen to meet my sister Amy?”
As she asked urgently, Silmare smiled, his lips like crimson petals, and guided her toward the sofa.
“The Duke!”
There was already someone sitting there. Agnes started and her face flushed.
“You were here all along?”
“The entire time.”
His smile was pleasant enough, but his eyes seemed darker than usual, and his lips appeared slightly pursed.
He looked distinctly displeased, and Agnes began to worry whether the two men had quarreled.
“Were you two in the middle of a conversation?”
“What conversation could I possibly have with such a creature?”
Was this not their first meeting?
Silmare cut off her words with an hostility that bordered on excessive.
“The master of this mansion simply brought me along.”
“Ah, the Countess must have—”
“There is no need to concern yourself with her. Please, hear what I have to say.”
But Kesenor seemed to have other thoughts.
“I told you. There would be another candidate for husband.”
“How presumptuous. Candidate for husband, indeed!”
“In other words, you are both seeds of the same kind, and both must be chosen by her.”
“Nonsense! How could I possibly be the same as someone who doesn’t even know which Celesta you are, when I have already waited two hundred years?”
“Two hundred years?”
Struck by the vastness of that span, Silmare turned to Agnes and smiled warmly.
“Yes, Agnes. The fae live longer than humans. From the moment I was born as a World Tree Seed, I have waited for the day when I could meet you and cultivate a new world together.”
He let out a scoff.
Kesenor sneered, but Silmare paid him no mind.
Agnes found herself glancing at Kesenor, her heart troubled, while Silmare’s attention never wavered from her.
“When I learned that you, my soul mate, were here, I cannot tell you how overjoyed I became.”
“So you did meet Amy!”
“Indeed. A most charming little lady came to find me and told me so.”
“How is my dear Amy? The truth is, my sister fell into a chasm, and—”
“I heard the account. She was treated with great care in the Naofa Forest, and then she departed for business elsewhere.”
“I see…”
When would she ever come home?
The distance from the north, where the Celestial Tower stood, to the eastern edge of the continent where the Naofa Forest lay was immeasurably vast.
It would be a grueling journey even for an adult—so why would a child like Amy attempt such a thing?
Seeing Agnes grow anxious and melancholy, Silmare drew a letter from within his robes.
“A letter from Amy.”
Agnes brightened at once and took it, unfolding it immediately.
[Miss, I hope you are well. This is Rupert.
To set your mind at ease regarding our welfare, we are doing splendidly.
I do hope you are not still suffering in the Valdemar Mansion?
Miss Amy says she will weep for a hundred days and nights if she does not return home soon.
I have no choice but to write it down as is, since she’s watching to make sure it’s delivered properly.
I do hope you won’t work yourself too hard, and that you’ll find good use for what I’ve sent.
(P.S. Sister, make sure you treat yourself to something delicious!]
“Have you read it?”
Tears had welled up in her eyes without her noticing, blurring her vision. Silmare’s fingertips brushed against Agnes’s cheek.
“Didn’t she tell you to return to your family home?”
“Yes, she did.”
“She made quite a point of it with me as well. She asked me to help you leave the Valdemar Mansion as soon as possible. Since you’ve made a promise to a young lady, I must help you keep it.”
“But our home has nothing to offer. We don’t even have a proper place to receive guests.”
“I hear you’ve earned enough from Dragon Lair that there’s no need to worry. And that you asked Celesta to arrange it—is that correct?”

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