My Youngest Keeps Bringing Home Male Leads - Chapter 88

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Chapter 88
Soon the carriage set off.
Leaning against the wall, Agnes traced her plan over in silence.
‘Will they truly publish the evidence we’ve given them?’
She couldn’t be certain.
The other party was Valdemar, who held dominion over this entire region.
Publishers and newspapers alike might refuse to handle such material, citing danger.
‘No—Valdemar still has a third son.’
Killing one’s brother and seizing his title was a grave crime. If the family learned of it, they would not remain idle.
Moreover, it was an opportunity to weaken the patriarch’s power, so she suspected they would cling to it ruthlessly.
‘And the Capital would welcome his downfall as well.’
According to Kesenor, there were many who harbored resentment toward him.
Above all, if they could exploit the fear surrounding Romanil—that instrument whose true use remained unknown—
Then, with the nearby House of Laberose as a recent example, everyone would fear becoming the next target and would not hesitate to strike at Valdemar.
Agnes found herself thinking anew how all things seemed to be decided by the life one had lived.
Valdemar, who had long driven people into ruin, would collapse as though suffocated by the karma of his own deeds.
She wanted to believe that was how it would end.
‘Leonard……’
Yet the existence of those two children weighed on her heart.
She hadn’t even managed to tell him she was grateful.
That she truly thanked him for helping her, that she’d only pretended to be their teacher when in truth she likely wouldn’t have found the courage he had shown.
If only she could have stroked his head and called him magnificent, held him close and whispered her thanks.
‘He’s my son—surely he wouldn’t hold it against me.’
Pity, gratitude, pride, and remorse churned together within her.
Leonard, who had seemed so childish, had found the strength to speak boldly in such a difficult moment.
Those grueling two years of teaching the children felt as though they had returned to her now in his clumsy, heartfelt devotion.
On the other hand, when rumors of Count Valdemar’s misdeeds spread, she worried what would become of the two children.
‘Will they come to resent me?’
Of course, for Agnes, it had been an unavoidable choice, and she would have to bear the responsibility that came with it.
Even if both children came running to seek revenge for their father.
For now, though, she had to concern herself with the immediate matter at hand.
‘Will it be alright?’
The Crown Prince’s use of the word “Intruder” for the Non-human Being at the Laberose Mansion troubled her.
Bringing dozens of knights with him was not solely for her protection—there had to be other intentions.
Perhaps worried that Agnes might grow anxious, Kesenor had reached out to her mind before boarding the carriage.
「It will be fine. Do not worry.」
「They are all stronger than you. Perhaps far stronger than anyone here.」
In that moment, Agnes had thought something.
She wished she could protect them as well.
Not merely to receive their protection, but to shield them from threats like this.
‘If only I possessed such strength.’
Perhaps she should have learned to wield a sword or studied Archery, rather than spending all her time seated at a desk with books.
Lost in reverie, she drew back the curtain slightly to look outside, and realized they had already entered the lands of Laberose.
Her heart grew heavy.
The Crown Prince’s carriage arrived at the Mansion first, and Agnes’s carriage followed.
As the mistress of the house, she had to greet her guest, so Agnes hurried down from the carriage.
Two figures rushed out from within the Mansion.
Alfred and Amy.
“Sister!”
Amy, dashing out with glee, stopped short when she noticed an ornate carriage standing before the Mansion.
Alfred’s expression was bewildered as well.
But then he saw the emblem carved into the carriage, and his face drained of color.
He seemed to have recognized who was inside.
“Who is it?”
Yet Amy, finding the ornate carriage curious, opened her eyes wide and asked.
The innocent expression on her younger sister’s face burned itself into Agnes’s sight.
Agnes hurried to Amy and fastened something she had been holding around the girl’s neck.
It was the Bracelet that Kesenor had given her.
She had sent Rupert far away, but Amy was in the house—there was nothing to be done about her.
Sitting in the carriage, Agnes had fashioned it into a necklace by tying a ribbon from her hair to the end of the Bracelet.
“What is this?”
Agnes smoothed her younger sister’s soft hair as she tilted her head in confusion, forcing a weary smile.
“You mustn’t untie it. You promised your sister, Amy.”
“Mm-hmm.”
Sensing how tense Agnes had become, Amy didn’t press for details and simply nodded.
Soon after, Kesenor emerged from the carriage, followed by the Crown Prince.
Hearing the approach of others, Amy poked her head out from Agnes’s arms.
Then she felt the girl’s soft body suddenly go rigid.
“Amy?”
“Why… why on earth…”
Clutching Agnes’s skirt tightly, Amy’s small frame convulsed with tremors.
Her eyes were flooded with panic and dread.
Her pallid face had gone ashen, as though she’d glimpsed some terrible creature that might devour her at any moment.
“Amy…!”
Hic. Hic.
Even hiccuping, Amy gazed up at her sister.
“Sister…”
In that instant, Amy’s mind blazed scarlet and bright.
The police lights she’d seen in her past life spun around and around, wailing that she must flee at once.
Run. Run now!
From what? From whom?
She had to get her sister away fast!
Away from that person, far, far away—but where could she go?
Where could she escape to?
She knew too well who that person was. She understood perfectly how fleeing had ended before, yet how could she say such a thing?
It was useless if they’d already met!
But they had to try to escape anyway!
Gripped by overwhelming terror, Amy seized Agnes desperately and shook her.
‘Run, sister…!’
She wanted to scream, but her voice wouldn’t come.
Only strange, strangled gasps escaped.
She couldn’t breathe.
Was she even breathing right now…?
Her heartbeat was so loud, it felt as though her eardrums might burst.
Amy…!
It seemed her sister was calling her name, drowning in crimson, but the sound never reached her ears.
Even as her sister lifted her up and stroked her spine, she felt nothing.
Only a roaring hum filled her senses.
Run, sister…!
You have to go far away.
Somewhere she can never chase you!
But whether this reached Agnes, she could not tell.
Her flickering consciousness drowned at last into absolute darkness, and every sensation drifted away into the distance.
* * *
Everything was a blur.
The moment Amy lost consciousness, Agnes rushed into the house with her in her arms.
She seemed to have given some urgent orders, though the details escaped her memory.
All she knew was that everyone inside the mansion was moving hurriedly—lighting the fireplace and bringing warm blankets.
Agnes laid Amy before the fireplace and began rubbing her limbs.
A short while later.
The physician who had come with the Crown Prince began examining Amy.
Agnes sat dazed, watching the doctor work over her sister.
The girl’s limp form and pallid, bloodless face came into focus.
She remembered how cold Amy’s limbs had been just moments ago when she’d been massaging them.
‘Why…?’
Just when they’d arrived at the mansion, Amy had come bounding toward her with such vigor and joy.
‘What happened all of a sudden?’
As Agnes searched for an answer, her head snapped up.
Looking around, she caught sight of the Crown Prince standing off to the side.
‘It was that person…!’
Amy’s grip on utter terror had taken hold because she’d come face to face with the Crown Prince.
‘What was the reason?’
Had she perhaps encountered him in the Rift?
No, that couldn’t be it, so what else could it be?
Agnes, desperately searching for answers, recalled what Amy had said while trembling in such fear.
‘He’s coming…….’
‘Who?’
‘A bad man, to take you away…….’
‘Could it be the Crown Prince coming for me?’
That shouldn’t be possible.
The Crown Prince’s target had been Non-human Beings like Amy, Rupert, and Silmare, hadn’t it?
‘Then why on earth Amy?’
Questions spiraled, but the one person who could answer them lay collapsed before her eyes.
‘Run, sister.’
Yet even as she gasped for breath, barely able to breathe properly, it seemed Amy had whispered desperately.
She’d told her to run.
Not Amy—but Agnes herself.
Rapitor, who had approached without notice, placed a hand on Agnes’s shoulder as she sat dazed.
When she lifted her head, she saw Ignitan standing behind Agnes, watching their surroundings warily.
Kesenor seemed to be saying something to the Crown Prince.
Finally, the physician who had been examining Amy turned to Agnes.
His expression was nothing but calm.
Perhaps because he was the Crown Prince’s attendant, his demeanor was dismayingly detached.
“There is nothing wrong with her.”
“That can’t be right! The child collapsed!”
“She appears to have been quite startled. She’s suffered a shock, but there is no physical ailment. Her breathing is steady, and her pulse is sound.”
“If she rests, ……will she be all right?”
“Yes. Keep her body warm as you are doing now, and watch over her for a time.”
Agnes felt her strength return, and with a trembling hand she slowly brushed Amy’s cheek.
Though it was still icy cold, there was slightly more warmth to it than before.
Agnes rose and lifted Amy into her arms.
The familiar sensation from her soft, pliant body soothed the anxiety that had consumed her.
Amy was safe.
She had not lost her, and she would not lose her in the days to come.
Holding Amy, Agnes approached the Crown Prince and bowed her head respectfully.
“Your Highness. Ordinarily I ought to show you to our home and receive you properly, but my younger sister seems unwell, and I wish to attend to her for a moment. I humbly beg your permission.”
“Elaborate ceremonies are tedious. I won’t disturb the ailing child by forcing her awake and questioning her. We shall speak later.”

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