My Youngest Keeps Bringing Home Male Leads - Chapter 71

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Chapter 71
A few days earlier.
When Agnes decided to seek out Silmare.
Agnes was holding Amy tightly, at a loss for what to do.
“I’m sorry, Amy. You said you wanted to go to the forest with me, and here I am needing to find Silmare tomorrow instead.”
“It’s fine.”
“I’m always so busy I can’t play with you properly. What should I do?”
“No! Really, I’m okay!”
The more Amy insisted, the more apologetic Agnes became—but Amy was genuinely fine with it.
In fact, this was an opportunity she’d been counting on.
‘Sister’s gone, Rupert’s gone, Kesenor’s gone?’
That meant everyone who would be curious about what Amy was doing, everyone who would notice her every move with sharp eyes, was suddenly absent.
The moment the three of them left via Teleportation, Amy made her way toward Rapitor, who was preparing to head into the village.
“Rapitor!”
“Hey, Amy. What’s wrong?”
“Are you busy right now?”
“Busy, yes—but I always have time for you.”
His dark face broke into a smile, and Rapitor’s golden eyes gleamed.
All the men were favorably disposed toward Amy.
Perhaps because she was only six years old, and because she provided information that was hard to come by anywhere else.
“There’s something I wanted to ask you about…”
She’d spent last night fretting over it, but no matter how much she thought, there was no way to broach the subject indirectly.
In the end, Amy decided to ask outright, clinging to Rapitor and whispering directly into his ear.
“Um, how do you make a bomb?”
“What?”
Rapitor’s expression shifted from confusion to gravity in an instant.
“Did you see another frightening future?”
It seemed Rapitor assumed Amy had witnessed something terrifying.
‘It is frightening, in a way.’
But it wasn’t something she could explain in detail, so Amy simply shook her head quietly.
“This seems suspicious somehow.”
Rapitor cupped Amy’s cheeks in both hands, peering at her searchingly.
“Rapitor!”
“Still, a bomb—honestly. If you were an ordinary child, I’d never tell you this.”
He seemed to be wrestling with the question precisely because he thought of Amy as a Seer.
His long tail swayed left and right, betraying the confusion in his heart.
No matter how many times she saw it, it was always fascinating and adorable.
Without thinking, she reached out and grabbed his tail, and Rapitor jumped in surprise.
“Don’t grab that!”
“Oh, sorry. Does it hurt?”
“It doesn’t hurt, but it feels strange.”
He smiled wryly and ruffled Amy’s hair.
Knowing she meant no harm, he didn’t scold her further. Instead, Rapitor scratched his chin thoughtfully for a moment.
Then, as if he’d made up his mind, he let out a long sigh.
“A bomb is made from something called Gunpowder.”
“What’s Gunpowder?”
“Well, if you mix a white powder called Saltpeter with ground charcoal, it won’t explode well by itself. But when you add just a tiny bit of Sulfur, then when you light it, it goes ‘bang’ and explodes.”
“What’s Sulfur?”
“Oh, it’s used for all sorts of things… but for bombs, you only use a very small amount.”
“A small amount? Do you need a lot of Saltpeter and charcoal?”
“Yeah.”
“Do you absolutely need Sulfur? What if you don’t have it?”
“Then it won’t work. It won’t explode. Wait—you’re not actually trying to make a bomb, are you?”
“No.”
Amy blinked her large eyes and shook her head vigorously.
Her golden curls bounced with the movement, which was endearing—but it also made him worry all the more.
Precisely because he believed such a young, innocent child could never do such a thing, it pained him to see her curious about bombs.
On the road from Talbas, the land of the Dark Elves, to Laberose.
Rapitor had seen Amy grow anxious every night, clinging to Rupert.
She said she was having frequent nightmares and hated falling asleep because of the fear they brought.
It was because she was witnessing things far too heavy for a child to bear.
‘Agnes and Amy are both so kind…. Please, I hope nothing terrible happens.’
But even without the ability to foresee the future, I already knew that was impossible.
‘There are several Elixiums, but Agnes has only one.’
Even Kesenor and Silmare, who had arrived earlier, already looked at Agnes differently.
‘The sorcerer still doesn’t seem to understand Agnes’s true value.’
On a continent where the World Tree’s history had been erased, her very significance would naturally have been forgotten beneath layers of time.
‘Damn it. This is why I’ve always hated being a Seed.’
The symbol of the Seed, visible from the moment of birth.
Every adult who saw it would sigh, marvel, fear, and rejoice in hope.
They all tried not to treat her specially, but they couldn’t stop themselves from stealing glances in her direction.
Disbelief that the legendary tales could possibly be real.
Hope that perhaps salvation had finally come to them.
‘If I can’t find my bond-mate anyway, what good is being a Seed?’
After all that meaningless time spent brooding, Amy suddenly appeared.
‘Rapitor, you have a Seed in your hand, don’t you?’
‘I know who my bond-mate is.’
In that instant.
The heavy stone that had been lodged in my chest seemed to crumble and fall away.
At the same moment, Amy before my eyes became terrifying.
‘How do you know that.’
What future have you seen.
Why did you gather us all here.
With only the desperate hope that Amy wouldn’t be harmed, Rapitor held her gaze firmly and issued a stern warning.
“Anyway, bombs are very, very dangerous. So don’t even try to make one the way I showed you, or mix anything together!”
“I won’t. I’m not going to.”
Amy tilted her head with a guileless smile as if to assure him of her trustworthiness, then suddenly looked startled and quickly raised her index finger to press it firmly against her lips.
“You won’t tell my sister I asked that, right?”
“Why not?”
“Because she’ll worry.”
Rapitor gently stroked Amy’s hair and promised he wouldn’t say a word.
He knew well that a child’s secrets could always be told to a guardian later, but all that mattered was pretending not to know in front of the child.
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That afternoon.
The Kapella Trading Company, headquartered in Kalburn City, received an unexpected visitor.
“I need to see the company master.”
The employee who had been attending to customers blinked in confusion, trying to make sense of the situation.
Standing before him was a small child.
A very young one, barely old enough to have just learned to speak.
One might dismiss the child’s demand as the prattle of someone too naive to understand, but the man standing behind her was far from ordinary.
This was the headquarters of the Kapella Trading Company—a five-story building that handled an extraordinary variety of goods produced across the entire continent.
The height of each floor had to be substantial to accommodate the stacked merchandise, and the man’s frame seemed to nearly brush the ceiling.
‘Who on earth is this.’
The man wore a deep black hood that obscured his features, but he stood beside the child as though escorting her, making it impossible to ignore his presence.
When the employee hesitated to move, the child spoke again.
“Tell her we came from Laberose.”
At that, a bespectacled man approached from inside and asked.
“From House Laberose, you say……?”
He had a warm, smiling expression and seemed to have been watching this way all along.
Dropping to one knee and meeting Amy’s gaze, he asked again.
“Then you must be the youngest lady of whom we’ve only heard rumors.”
“Yeah, that’s right.”
The man then nodded readily.
“I am Elia, the branch manager here in Kalburn City. The company master happens to be upstairs, so I shall inform her of your visit at once.”
When Elia returned from going upstairs, he relayed that the company master would be pleased to meet with them.
As Amy followed Elia up the stairs, she grinned with delight at discovering her guess had been correct.
‘If I’d gone to a different trading company, they probably would have ignored a little kid like me, right?’
There were three major trading companies based in Kalburn City, the largest commercial hub in the south: Brook, Pence, and Kapella.
Among them, the Kapella Trading Company, unlike the others, kept its roots in the lives of ordinary people.
Vivian Kapella, who had recently become the company master, had more progressive inclinations, and her decision to establish a publishing house to produce newspapers and gossip sheets reflected her unique philosophy.
Valuable information ought not be hoarded—it should be shared.
So she’d hoped that even a child might be worth listening to.
‘I wasn’t sure she’d accept, but I’m glad she did.’
Vivian had helped Agnes before, drawn to her tendency to take on unusual challenges.
Though the results had never been promising, given the nature of such ventures.
Amy glanced back at Ignitan as he followed, then caught his hand.
Ignitan’s hands were so large that Amy’s small fingers could barely grasp three of them.
“Were you surprised?”
Ignitan nodded silently.
There was no help for it.
She’d appeared suddenly with the excuse of a forest outing, then said they needed to go to Kalburn City.
He’d assumed she had her reasons, so he’d offered himself as transport and carried her all the way there.
But then she suddenly wanted to meet with the Trading Company’s chief.
Even Ignitan, unfamiliar with continental affairs, recognized this as unusual.
“She’s not a bad person.”
“I’m sure she isn’t.”
Even if she were, he could always scoop up Amy and flee if things went sideways.
Either way, he was curious what this mysterious little one actually wanted.

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