Sister-in-law of the Heroine in a Childcare Novel - Chapter 101

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Chapter 101

They were bent on forcing it into me by any means necessary—buried, swallowed, it didn’t matter. And there were more than just a few of them. By some miracle, more than six Priests had been rounded up, and from all directions they hurled that scarlet liquid at me, so much of it that even with every evasive maneuver I could summon, I couldn’t avoid getting drenched.
Horus burned the Magic Beasts to cinders with light itself, but what in the world was Storyborg doing?
Life is practice. I drew my sword and shouted sharply.
“Open!”
[Approved]
Whiiiiiiiiiiii…!
The wind rose.
Centered on me, it conjured a gossamer shield like a barrier itself, deflecting every drop of liquid hurtling my way. The Priests who’d lunged at me found themselves splattered in the Red Liquid instead, their screams piercing as the wind sent them tumbling backward.
Crash! Thud! Bang!
Ahhh! Ugh! Shriek!
Rolling across the ground, they looked like fish gasping on dry land. Huff, wheeze—flailing their limbs like wood chips swept up in a cyclone, I sent those imbeciles flying far away, then ground my teeth and planted myself before Kronnen. He too was caught in the gale, gasping, struggling to breathe.
“What on earth were you trying to do, Kronnen?”
“Huff, huff, g-get this—blast it, Princess, such cheap parlor tricks…!”
“I must say, you never struck me as someone stupid enough to resort to something so crass.”
If I’d known Kronnen as I once thought I did, he would’ve orchestrated some grand banquet where I’d have no choice but to attend, then slipped that liquid into one of my courses.
Once you were seated at a banquet, it was impossible to avoid eating altogether—some morsel would inevitably find its way to your plate. That was how he’d always worked.
Of course, I was shameless enough that if anything seemed off, I could simply cry out, “Oh, my stomach!” and sprawl out without touching a thing….
But to hand me a glass directly before the Dedication Ceremony? That was far too crude a method. And to deploy every Priest to boot? What did he mean to do if it failed?
By the time people heard the chanting prayers cut short and saw the dazzling light vanish, they’d already deduced the ceremony had ended. When chaos erupted, they came rushing in.
“Are you hurt?!”
“Hey! Are you all right?!”
And what they found was me, grinning broadly while I had Kronnen by the collar. Kronnen lay crumpled on the ground like a battered paper bag, drenched in that crimson liquid, sprawled out in ruin. I wanted to be shocked too……
With the Priests lying unconscious, soaked in that blood-red liquid, the whole scene carried an unsettling air—like something from a crime scene.
I wondered what to do about Kronnen, whose eyes had rolled back. He’d seemed lucid enough just moments ago. So why had he gone mad so suddenly? Was it because I’d splashed that red substance everywhere?
-This man has a Seed planted inside him! Contractor!⊙△⊙)
‘A Seed?’
-Yes! If that Seed grows, it will consume his body and strip away all his reason. It seems like a Seed planted by Chernobog’s Contractor directly—that’s why it’s forcing him to obey ‘orders’!
‘So that’s why he couldn’t pull back and scheme like his usual self….’
-Because you splashed that substance back on him, the Seed grew rapidly, and it devoured even more of his sanity in that brief moment!
‘If we leave the Seed as is?’
-He’ll die!( ‾́ ◡ ‾́ ) Oh wait, no—he’ll just become Chernobog’s Contractor’s tool, living on without a single conscious thought!(´-﹏-`；)
‘God, I want to kill him anyway…. But I need him alive to find out who’s behind this….’
-True, it’d be better to make him suffer a fate worse than death, wouldn’t it?(๑ӦㅅӦ๑) Hmm, hmm. With your power as a Contractor right now, I think you could Purify a Seed of that magnitude! Just wallop the back of his neck real hard for me!
‘All right! Out of everything you’ve said so far, that was the most beautiful and luminous thing I’ve ever heard!’
I drew out the emoticon-faced sword wrapped at the hilt with cloth and smacked the back of Kronnen’s neck—who was babbling nonsense—with all my might.
“Gah, huff…!”
Kronnen shrieked and crumpled. Those around me gasped in horror.
“Kronnen!”
“Princess Titania, what exactly is—”
“Everyone, quiet! The Priest exhausted himself conducting the Dedication Ceremony so successfully that his body weakened and he’s been afflicted by Demonic Energy!”
Whether it was affliction or invasion or whatever—I didn’t care. I had a legal excuse to bash that bastard’s neck as many times as I wanted.
Someone tried to Purify me? Let them taste the power of Purification themselves.
Crack!
“Scream!”
Kronnen wailed again. He writhed like a caterpillar.
“Fortunately! The Priest worked tirelessly to recover the sword I’d lost, and today, through the Dedication Ceremony, he’s finally returned it to me!”
“Kyaaaaaah!”
His screams echoed like a drumbeat. Wonderful, splendid.
“With the sacred power of this blade, I can now heal the Priest!”
“B-but he looks so agonized…! And what about the other Priests collapsed down there—?”
Perhaps the wind had been too strong. Or maybe Storyborg’s power, like Horus’s, carried an anti-Demonic Energy attribute.
Watching the Priests on the ground convulsing like a swarm of mosquitoes sprayed with insecticide, I let out a thoughtful hum. When I glanced around, I saw the crowd that had rushed in to check on me.
Lisianthus stared at me with wide eyes, and even Raymond looked genuinely flustered for once. As for Debi… he was calmly munching on a pastry from his pocket. Paying no mind to the chaos erupting around him, I boldly proclaimed:
“A Magic Beast has invaded this city! And as the Priest said, if we conduct the Dedication Ceremony properly, we can overcome it! The Priest worked so incredibly hard to make that happen… and through the ceremony, he successfully Purified the accumulated Demonic Energy in this city. But some of it seeped into the Priests, who’d already exhausted themselves!”
To bolster my words, I decided to deploy some visual flourish.
‘Shine!’
Glimmer!
Shimmer!
Sparkle!
As sacred light bloomed around us, the people’s anxiety softened. After all, it resembled the light that had flickered during the ceremony—lending credibility to my tale.
One thing I’d learned in the Imperial Palace:
If you speak loudly, you’re halfway to victory.
If you lead the narrative first, you win halfway before they even respond.
I couldn’t have said “Those madmen attacked me” in this moment.
Why would Priests attack a member of the royal family? What reason could justify it during a sacred ceremony? I’d hear every question under the sun, and the ceremony we’d just completed might not even be recognized. I couldn’t defeat Priests who’d lived nearly half their lives in the Southern Region—not as an outsider.
So regardless of how pitiful the situation looked, if I insisted “Oh, they’re not bad people, I was just helping them”—what could anyone do?
The Emperor himself hadn’t dared contradict the (entirely factual) nonsensical claim that the sword spoke to me!
“So I shall use this sacred blade to aid the Priests!”
Ah, the Barrier Fragment that was implanted in it. Simply divine. When I wielded it against Fluxus, it was agonizing—my arms trembled with every strike, even though the aim was healing. Now power surged through my entire body.
I could beat people all day long if I wanted! What a rush! Thank you so much, Manager Podaga of the 45th generation. I’m somewhat bothered by your mention of a fraudulent contract, but in any case, I’m putting the power you’ve given me to good use—beating down wicked people!
“B-but do you really have to… hit him?”
Someone asked hesitantly as I smacked Kronnen’s neck with obvious glee. I answered with genuine feeling.
“The blade must make contact… I could thrust it into his body instead, I suppose……”
“N-no, no! Please, Your Highness, do as you wish!”
The person who’d asked backed away in terror, frantically waving their hands. I gave Kronnen’s neck one final, forceful blow.
With a strangled cry that might’ve been his last breath, Kronnen convulsed on the ground. Perfect—I was just thinking I’d need to give the other Priests who’d tried to spray me with that mysterious liquid a thorough Purification treatment as well, when Kronnen, still sprawled out, suddenly heaved. Up came a stream of black liquid, thick and tar-like. The crowd murmured in shock.
“My goodness, what is that?”
“The Princess was telling the truth……”
“Look at that black stuff. Revolting.”
The timing was almost too perfect…. In any case, I was delighted. I declared in a solemn voice:
“I must continue lending the Priests the touch of Purification.”
Of course, nobody objected.

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