My Youngest Keeps Bringing Home Male Leads - Chapter 76

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Chapter 76
“Is there anything I might help with?”
“Of course. If we can only drive Valdemar out this time, the war will be forced to be delayed.”
Understanding Aser’s intent, Agnes nodded quietly.
“The Crown Prince cannot entrust something as important as war to just anyone. If we strike a blow against Valdemar, it will help prevent the war.”
“Exactly! But the Tower Master just told me never to breathe a word of it to the young lady. I’ve been so frustrated!”
Kesenor sat silent, his gaze fixed on the table.
Agnes understood his reluctance.
A war that might sweep across the entire continent—it was far too heavy a subject.
He didn’t want to burden her further, already weighed down as she was by troubles concerning her father.
Now that she’d heard Aser’s story, her own vengeance seemed insignificant by comparison.
If the Crown Prince truly intended to wage war, Agnes had no power to stop him.
But trapping Baron Valdemar—that was possible.
And if she could do that, perhaps she could complicate the war itself.
Agnes decided to voice a suspicion that had haunted her thoughts, one she had desperately hoped was unfounded.
“Actually, I’m curious what the Romaril we created will be used for.”
Agnes spoke carefully, watching the expressions around her.
“It may seem excessive to take such care over me alone, but I’ve been wondering if the target might be myself.”
“You? But why?”
“I’ve always found it strange. Compared to Valdemar, Laberose is such a tiny fiefdom—hardly worth his attention. If he’d wanted to drive us out, he could have simply left us alone. Instead, the Valdemar side hired me as a tutor. Thanks to that, I was able to endure a little longer.”
Did he mean to humiliate me?
To derive some petty pleasure watching me writhe and grovel?
But that wasn’t logical.
She thought, and thought again.
She understood what Kesenor had meant about not guessing at a villain’s intentions.
Yet he had not been saying she should refrain from predicting what might happen next and preparing for it—only that she shouldn’t sympathize with a villain’s circumstances.
“Could Baron Valdemar be exceptionally meticulous and precise? The kind who cannot bear even the slightest suspicion directed at him, who demands that no one discern his plans? Perhaps that’s why he used Romaril to conceal his malice.”
Using poison is easy.
But using Romaril—that would never be easy.
He deliberately created a forest for the twins, planted and cultivated Romaril in its deepest reaches, and concealed the entire manufacturing process with great care.
It took Kesenor and Silmare’s help, combined with Agnes’s days as a tutor racing through the forest to keep the twins occupied.
Had any single element been missing, she would never have discovered Baron Valdemar’s intention.
“Looking at other cases, including that of Stefan, it seems he never tormented anyone else the way he has us. But with us, it was different. If Amy hadn’t come back, he would have truly succeeded.”
Agnes had indeed been walking a path of self-destruction.
With every exit sealed, she had even signed an absurd new contract, all to buy herself just a few more years.
Without Amy’s return, she would have spent her life drowning in debt and nothing more.
Perhaps her two younger siblings would have suffered the same fate.
“If Baron Valdemar had not given up, his next target would likely have been….”
But Amy and the two younger ones alone could not have endured it.
The three children were still far too young.
In other words, the Laberose Mansion would crumble like a sandcastle if just one person fell.
Agnes Laberose.
If only she were gone.
“Could Baron Valdemar be planning to use Romaril on me?”
A soundless shock settled heavily over the room.
As though they had not anticipated this at all, the three of them looked at one another, their eyes widening in unison.
Kesenor broke the silence first, nodding slightly.
“Perhaps… that might indeed be the case.”
The reason they had not suspected Romaril might be used against Agnes was that Valdemar was such a formidable figure.
She was merely a baron’s daughter—hardly a rival to him, and striking against her would yield no advantage whatsoever.
Therefore, it had seemed natural that he would never attempt to eliminate her.
At most, she would be a minor irritant.
But if his plan from the beginning had been to erase Laberose itself, the calculation changed entirely.
“No matter how much wealth Amy brought back, without Agnes there would be no one capable of managing it.”
Baron Valdemar, from what they had observed, was indeed a relentless man, exactly as Agnes had suspected.
That was likely why the Crown Prince favored him.
He was capable of doing anything for his goals and patient enough to wait for results without faltering.
Agnes laughed softly, as though utterly indifferent to the gravity of what she had just uttered.
“Honestly, I’m hoping he does.”
“Miss.”
Rupert, who had been sitting rigid as a statue until now, called out to her in a low voice.
Agnes offered him a reassuring smile, then turned her attention back to Kesenor and Aser.
“Right now, all we have is suspicion. Everything happened in the distant past, and there’s scarcely a shred of evidence left. But if we can prepare for what’s to come, then we can gather real proof instead.”
“That’s true. We’ve already placed Tracking Magic as well.”
“And should anyone fall victim to Romaril poisoning, with Silmare’s help, detoxification would be possible. So if you give me your consent, we won’t just have suspicion—we’ll have physical evidence in hand.”
…….
The two men, and even Aser, fell silent and stared at her blankly.
‘What is she talking about? Using herself as bait, and saying it so calmly?’
And the substance in question was something unidentified.
Putting it into her own body—didn’t that fill her with unease or worry?
And the detoxification they’d spoken of hadn’t yet yielded results.
Silmare hadn’t returned yet, so they couldn’t know how much recovery would be possible after detoxification.
‘Just a child barely twenty years old…….’
Looking at her speak with such utter composure was infuriating.
At the same time, it left him profoundly bitter.
‘Well, even the Tower Master was much like her at that age.’
If one had to bear too much from such a young age, perhaps it was inevitable that one would grow up far too quickly.
Much like Kesenor, who had to take on the Celestial Tower after becoming its leader—even though her territory was smaller, she had no choice but to be desperate in protecting what was hers.
There was no turning back now.
If she failed to stop Baron Valdemar, her family would be in danger.
Moreover, the fate of the continent itself hung in the balance.
And so he could not argue against her words.
Yet Rupert appeared to think differently.
“That won’t do, Agnes.”
“Rupert.”
“If Baron Valdemar is planning such a thing, we must stop him before he acts. We can’t simply wait about gathering evidence. What you’re saying amounts to using yourself as bait, doesn’t it?”
“The Marquess has Tracking Magic, so it shouldn’t be that dangerous.”
“The Tracking Magic is bound to a glass vial. It’s not on the Romaril itself. If he brings it in a different bottle, can you still track it? You’d have to instruct the Dining Hall to watch over every meal you eat.”
“It’s fine. It can be detoxified.”
“Agnes.”
For a moment, it seemed as though blue flames ignited within him.
The chill that filled the space was too stark to dismiss as illusion—sharp and suffocating.
In that freezing silence where no one could draw a full breath, Rupert spoke from what seemed like the depths of an abyss, his voice heavy and absolute.
“I will stop him.”
“Rupert!”
“You need not burden yourself further. If you wish it, I can kill him just as easily. I will end his life at once and ensure he poses no further threat to you.”
The blue flame she’d sensed from him moments before now burned perilously within his eyes.
At the sight of it, Agnes’s own eyes wavered as if caught in a tempest.

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