My Youngest Keeps Bringing Home Male Leads - Chapter 94

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Episode 94
“Miss Agnes.”
The moment that low, resonant voice filled the space, Agnes flinched violently.
She had recognized him from the start, yet she couldn’t bring herself to joy—because he bore no resemblance whatsoever to the Rupert she knew.
How could such a thing be possible?
More than anything, was he truly Rupert? If not magic, then how could his inherent coloring have changed?
There had been a moment when she’d felt something similar from him before.
When he’d sworn to protect Agnes and said he would kill Count Valdemar and return.
From within that suffocating, razor-sharp killing intent, he opened his mouth.
“These wretches dared threaten you.”
Rage dripped from that dark voice, as if drawn up from an abyssal depth.
Rupert moved toward Agnes.
And naturally, Baltior stood in his path.
The knights tried to block him, of course, but from beneath Rupert’s feet, a sinister shadow stretched forth.
The moment the long, rake-like shadow of darkness touched the knights’ feet—
their bodies stiffened as if bound by invisible chains.
‘What is this?’
Fear flooded the knights’ eyes.
As if the shadow itself possessed substance, their bodies refused to obey.
“Come any closer and I’ll cut you down!”
Only Ernst, the captain of the guard, could move freely.
Overwhelmed as he was by the impossible spectacle before him, he could not allow this unknown man to approach his sovereign.
Ernst drew his sword with practiced speed and rushed at Rupert.
His opponent had no weapon, after all.
Strike fast enough, and he’d be easy to dispatch.
Or so he thought—until a blade of pure darkness suddenly manifested in Rupert’s right hand.
The moment Ernst gasped, the two blades were already locked.
Clang!
Ernst’s sword flew skyward.
It was the first humiliation since he’d been dubbed a knight.
In that shameful moment when Ernst hesitated, sword lost, Rupert surged past him toward Baltior.
Baltior tried again to press his blade to Agnes’s throat, but Rupert was overwhelmingly faster.
Just as Rupert reached out to seize Baltior’s sword—
Boom!
A sharp shockwave erupted as if a thick barrier had materialized between them.
“Ugh!”
Both men were hurled backward simultaneously.
Thanks to the two men being driven into corners, Agnes was finally free of Baltior.
Agnes rushed toward Rupert without hesitation.
Baltior, pulling himself up, barked an urgent command at Kesenor.
“Kesenor, take her!”
“No! Sister, run!”
At the same moment, Amy’s scream pierced the air.
Yet neither Kesenor nor Baltior nor Agnes could move.
Because the moment Dark Energy erupted from Rupert and surged toward the Crown Prince—
the ground itself began to scream.
As if the beginning and end of the world had collided, meeting what must never meet.
Agnes, gripped by terror, watched as cracks raced across the earth beneath her feet.
The knights, their bodies still rigid with paralysis, scrambled in fear toward the edges of the room.
No one could fault them for their panic.
Because crimson light was bleeding through the fissures.
A rift.
The same chasm that had swallowed Rupert and Amy a year ago.
The moment Agnes recognized it, her eyes met Rupert’s.
His pupils, which had blazed with terrible power moments before, now trembled with uncertainty.
He gazed at her desperately, whispering in a ragged voice:
“Do you trust me?”
Agnes found herself smiling despite everything.
His eyes seemed to beg her not to trust him, yet at the same time, they begged—desperately, achingly—that she would.
In that moment, Agnes understood what lay in Rupert’s heart.
That too was a fear.
Whether he could truly protect Agnes, whether nothing would happen to either of them.
His hesitation became proof that he could be trusted.
There was no other way forward now.
Kesenor, despairing that he could not defy the command.
And the Crown Prince, Baltior, who for some reason seemed to be draining his strength.
Silmare and Ignitan, unable to lift a finger for fear he would be put in danger.
If Agnes fell into the Crown Prince’s hands here, he had the certainty that something irreversible would unfold.
Thus Agnes cried out into the void without looking back.
“Three times red!”
At the same moment, Agnes seized Rupert firmly in both arms.
Then Rupert, holding Agnes close, hurled himself into the yawning rift.
“Sister!”
With Amy’s wail, the two figures vanished in an instant between the crimson cracks.
And Amy and Rapitor too disappeared in a golden blur.
“Ha… ha…”
Kesenor, who had watched it all, let out a hollow laugh as if bereft of his senses.
Countless thoughts tumbled through his mind.
He could not believe that all of them were converging toward a single point.
Had he ever attempted anything so reckless before?
Looking back, ever since the moment he’d met her, everything had been one surprise after another.
Kesenor retraced every burden he carried, and realized that none of it weighed more than the choice he was about to make.
The rift that had swallowed Agnes and Rupert was losing its light, as if its purpose had been fulfilled.
As if Rupert had opened the rift, and now that he had passed through, it sought to seal itself.
A split in the world.
A rift that poured forth only a blood-red glow.
Even the monsters that had erupted from the northern rift were nowhere to be seen.
As though it were an entrance, not an exit.
And so Kesenor threw himself into it without hesitation.
Ignitan and Silmare, who had exchanged only the briefest glances in the incomprehensible chaos, bolted from the mansion.
The knights gave chase, but soon returned empty-handed.
In the mansion where everything that had been his purpose was gone, Baltior alone remained and unleashed a roar of fury without direction.
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That day, rumors spread that a rift had opened in the Laberose Mansion.
Fortunately, no monsters emerged, but the eldest of House Laberose, the youngest who had returned not long before, a servant, and even the marquis Kesenor had all vanished beyond the rift, or so they said.
But the rumors were quickly buried.
The next day, it was revealed that Count Valdemar had attempted to murder his brother using poison and seize his retainers’ wealth.
It was a crime too grave to overlook.
The Crown Prince immediately stripped him of his post, and Valdemar House descended into chaos, forced to undertake a new succession procedure.
At the same time, as the Crown Prince elevated Marquis Laberose, who had recovered his health and returned, the rumors surrounding the Laberose daughters and the non-human beings were swiftly buried, as though someone had deliberately concealed them.
The Imperial Palace of the Cadius Empire, Cadelion.
Marquis Laberose gazed upon the golden city from the office that had once belonged to Count Valdemar.
This place was now his.
He could not understand why the Crown Prince had thrust such a weighty responsibility upon him, great though it was.
‘He’s taken me as a hostage.’
After Agnes had vanished.
Silmare returned to Naopa Forest.
Marquis Laberose heard the circumstances from Silmare and said he would return to the mansion as soon as his body had recovered.
He could not abandon the house that his daughter had so carefully preserved.
Even for a humble house, he was the one who represented Laberose.
Therefore, he rebuilt the mansion, which had been damaged in places by the knights’ intrusion and the rift, reassured the people in the house and territory, and confirmed the welfare of his two other children.
He thought the Crown Prince might seize him, but he could not shirk his duty regardless.
Then a letter arrived from the Crown Prince. It contained a request for him to work in the Imperial Palace.
It was a command he could not refuse as a servant of the Emperor.
Having come to the Imperial Palace in this manner, Marquis Laberose occasionally exchanged news with Silmare.
Even in the rigidly austere Imperial Palace, there were four-legged creatures.
Through their voice, Marquis Laberose could sometimes hear of Amy, who dwelt in what was said to be the realm of non-human beings.
According to the words of his youngest daughter, whom he had never properly held since her birth, Agnes had no need to worry.
‘Sister will be fine. Rupert is with her.’
As the Marquis of Laberose, he could only trust the words of his little daughter, no more than six years old.
Children who had lived resolutely even without parents—as their father, all he could do was trust them and hope for a day when they might reunite.
When that day came, he would embrace them both, telling them how hard they’d struggled, and how deeply he regretted and cherished them.
But until then, he could not remain in a position where he held them back by the ankles.
Laberose visited the Imperial Palace once more today, just as the cat had come seeking him.
It was not easy to evade the Crown Prince’s gaze, yet for one who had concealed his true intentions for twenty years while aiding Valdemar, it was a simple matter.
He thought it was a happiness to endure this for the sake of the children, and Laberose cast his eyes out the window once more.
Scorching sunlight filled the golden city.
It was an unnatural sight.
The sun belongs in the sky alone, not upon the earth below.
Moreover, as time flows and spring passes into summer, so too could the sun not burn eternally.
The sun that rises in the east must naturally set in the west.
And so, one day, it will dim.
No matter how eternal and immortal a sun that exists on this earth might claim to be.

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