My Youngest Keeps Bringing Home Male Leads - Chapter 91

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Chapter 91
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Each time their blades crossed, my heart hammered against my ribs.
Ignitan and Silmare seemed to be holding them off well enough, yet watching the flashing swords plunge down toward them filled me with dread.
‘Why us? Why any of us?’
Even if we held this position, I couldn’t stop thinking of Amy and Lapitor upstairs, or the servants hiding in their rooms throughout the house.
I was terrified the knights might turn at any moment and head for the Second Floor.
‘What am I supposed to do? What can I do?’
I saw no way out.
If I’d known this was coming, I would have found some way—any way—to never set foot in Laberose Mansion.
But how could anyone have anticipated an unprovoked attack like this?
‘The Marquis of Valdemar…….’
Only now did it truly sink in.
To him, seizing our property or our home was no more consequential than an ant beneath his foot.
Just as some people had to pour their whole effort into trivial matters, perhaps he simply wanted to crush us the same way.
The thought filled me with such helpless fury I could barely contain it.
To the Marquis of Valdemar and the Crown Prince, our home was an anthill they could topple without effort. But to Agnes, it was a sanctuary fought for with everything she had.
I began to notice the small damages—the hall that Lilia and Martha had spent weeks carefully preparing, now torn and scattered.
It was a space I’d worked so hard on, wanting to show Amy a beautiful home when she finally returned.
I remembered staying up all night with the catalogs from the Gallus Trading Company, carefully selecting the loveliest carpets and curtains.
Now all of it was soiled, ripped, the floor gouged and marked with damage everywhere.
A knight caught Ignitan’s fist and flew backward, crashing into the corner.
Crash!
The impact sent the vase from the table toppling to the floor with a terrible clang.
Wherever the knights’ rough boots and blade edges scoured, nothing remained untouched.
But none of that mattered, not really.
Objects could be repaired or replaced, however much the interior was damaged.
Yet…….
Agnes gazed helplessly at Ignitan and Silmare, who stood before her locked in combat.
No matter how skilled, facing so many seasoned, elite warriors was nearly impossible.
Even moving as swiftly as possible, they couldn’t evade every attack.
A blade that Silmare deflected grazed his left shoulder.
His shirt tore, and blood began seeping through almost immediately.
It was a minor wound, but such small injuries were accumulating one by one.
Meanwhile, whenever the knights sustained injuries, they retreated to a corner, received treatment, and rejoined the fray.
Even Silmare’s face, which had seemed composed, now bore the marks of growing anxiety.
Ignitan still held firm as a mountain, but only because Silmare was supporting him.
As time wore on, the situation would only worsen.
How could we possibly escape this?
Then, as if sensing my despair, Kesenor’s voice reached me in my mind.
「Don’t worry. I can use Teleport Magic. In this kind of chaotic fighting, it’s difficult—I’m waiting for the right moment.」
“But the Crown Prince…….”
If I gave Kesenor another command——
I couldn’t finish the thought aloud, but Kesenor seemed to understand, turning back to face me with a faint smile.
His lips didn’t move, yet his voice echoed clearly in my mind.
「The Crown Prince’s orders over me have their limits. When the timing is right, I’ll reverse the situation.」
Relief flooded through me, then just as quickly, I grasped what he hadn’t said.
If he did that, Amy and the others might not be saved.
Even with Teleport Magic, he could likely only move myself, Silmare, and Ignitan—the three of us here.
I could send the three men away alone if I had to, but I couldn’t abandon Amy and the others.
Of course, if I refused to go, none of the three men would leave either.
‘This won’t do.’
But what could I possibly do from here?
What am I supposed to do?
‘I can’t save everyone just by relying on others.’
I couldn’t just stand here passively any longer.
Looking back at it all, the title of “Companion of the World Tree” seemed utterly meaningless.
Everyone was risking their lives and protecting me precisely because of that name.
Yet here I stood, helpless and unable to do anything at all.
‘No—wait…….’
Agnes, growing anxious, suddenly recalled the sensation she’d felt when Kesenor had grabbed her moments before.
He’d simply held her hand as he always did, yet today was different.
When the light burst forth, a sensation had washed over her like a surge of water.
Something nameless had bubbled up from within her body, coiling and churning like foam.
Agnes drew closer to Kesenor and whispered to him.
“Was that light just now magic you used, Marquis?”
“No, it wasn’t.”
Kesenor kept his gaze fixed ahead, shaking his head.
“Then what was it?”
“I don’t know.”
He seemed about to voice some theory of his own when a knight pierced through Silmare’s defense and attacked Kesenor.
The moment he swiftly raised a barrier to push the attacker back.
Agnes suddenly seized his hand.
A mark bloomed across the back of his hand.
The proof of being a Companion of the World Tree.
If that mark appeared not merely as a way for them to recognize each other, but held deeper meaning.
‘If there’s something I can do, please show me.’
Agnes lifted her gaze, eyes fixed forward.
The Crown Prince stood watching her, a faint smile playing at his lips.
He was the Empire’s absolute master.
To resist him was profoundly foolish and reckless.
But now there was no turning back.
He had soiled her home with military boots, and threatened the guests she had welcomed here.
This ground on which he stood was Agnes Laberose’s land.
The intruders were not Ignitan and Silmare—the true invader was Crown Prince Balthior Kadium.
‘I must protect.’
Protect the people here now.
Keep them from harm or danger.
Not lose Amy and Rupert again, only just recovered.
Everything began from that resolve.
A warmth like seeds sprouting deep within her body.
A sensation akin to joy, like warmly greeting a loved one finally found, spread throughout her frame.
Agnes’s will poured like rain onto the earth, taking root and spreading within her, sending forth tendrils deep underground.
Only then did Agnes realize her interior had been empty.
At the same moment, white light began to shimmer and seep from her feet upward.
Kesenor, who had been watching their surroundings, also sensed something amiss and turned to look back.
White light scattered and gleamed from within her eyes, swollen wide with astonishment.
White foam rippled like waves around her, and the emerging light filled the space.
“What—what is this?!”
“Is it magic?”
The light, swirling in circles around Agnes and Kesenor as its center, gradually began pushing the knights back.
A presence that would tolerate no transgression.
The knights, almost without thinking, stepped back one pace.
Silmare and Ignitan turned their heads in stunned silence to look at Agnes, then exchanged glances as if confirming something with each other.
“This is…….”
Silmare’s voice trembled in a way uncharacteristic of her.
“Are you sensing it too?”
Ignitan nodded, his face bewildered.
Though they couldn’t discern what had changed, their eyes suddenly blazed with new light.
When Silmare raised her sword again and Ignitan clenched his fists.
White light bloomed from them as well, rising like foam.
A sense of wondrous fullness.
It felt as though all things in the world were blessing them.
The sword held in her grip felt sharper, more fluid.
Channeling the power that surged through her hands, Silmare swung his blade toward the knights without hesitation.
The light swirling around his sword became keen Blade Energy that flew toward the knights.
The light pierced through the armor like an actual blade, cutting deep within.
The attacked knights cried out in agony, clutching their wounds as blood spilled from their lips.
The tide had turned.
Just as Ignitan and Silmare, intoxicated by that strange exhilaration, cut through several more knights and made to press forward.
The Crown Prince’s eyes shifted to a vivid crimson.
Like pearls forged from blood itself.
The Crown Prince seized his own throat and cried out.
“Kesenor! Bring me that woman!”
Kesenor’s body lurched violently.
‘Now……!’
Thanks to Agnes’s strange power, it had come sooner than he’d anticipated.
After this command, the Crown Prince would have no further hold over him.
He should have welcomed it. Should have.
But his entire being felt trampled, and Kesenor’s fists clenched until his nails bit into his palms.
Never once had he issued a command like this.
There had been no need.
The Crown Prince’s ordinary orders had always sufficed—the searing pain of tearing flesh kept Kesenor obedient without question.
But this time, he wielded his authority with savage force, eroding Kesenor’s will as if to announce that defiance would never be tolerated.
Silmare and Ignitan sensed something amiss and spun around at once.
But Kesenor had already seized Agnes.
The light that had danced around them vanished like a phantom, leaving only a golden afterimage where Kesenor and Agnes had been.
“Kesenor!”

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