Sister-in-law of the Heroine in a Childcare Novel - Chapter 196
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Chapter 196
I gripped my sword and roared from the depths of my chest.
“How could I watch a child die right in front of me?!”
-Master, your body is still not of legal age, technically speaking?!
“Smack.”
At that very moment, Gemina waddled over and—smacked me with her wing. I lost my grip on the sword and clutched my face as I rolled across the floor.
“Ow! My nose! Ow!”
“Squaaawk!”
“…Right, right. I have the Communication Orb, so if something goes wrong, I’ll hear about it. The Castrain Family has been crushing Magic Beasts for over several hundred years, and ha ha, it should be fine….”
I massaged my nose, which had turned crimson from the wing strike, and rolled my eyes nervously.
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Rasper and Pan improvised multiple Spell Formulas and crafted items on the spot.
The recipients weren’t numerous: the knights who had served as the Duke of Castrain’s close retinue, along with Lisianthus and Raymond.
After Raymond and Lisianthus returned to the main estate, Bibi and the remaining people gathered to plan their strategy.
“To be honest, we’re short on time and materials, so I can’t guarantee performance. We’ve analyzed roughly all the poisons used by the Magic Beasts we’ve secured thus far and set things up to Purify them broadly. But the creature might be using a new poison….”
“So we modified the approach.”
Pan explained, gesturing to his rear.
The priests from the surrounding region had all gathered, led by the disciple of Illian, the High Priest, who had gone to fetch Titania earlier.
“Priests have fragile bodies, so even if they possessed Purification abilities, we obviously couldn’t bring them to the battlefield. But purging all that miasma without priestly assistance would be impossible. So we decided to purify only the air in that area in real time.”
“It sounds grandiose, but…. It’s a method we can’t even employ unless the Priests continue to Purify this location constantly.”
If Titania had heard this, she would have marveled, “A real-time air purifier! That’s amazing!”
“…However, simply being able to approach doesn’t mean we can harm the enemy.”
Rasper fell silent for a moment. Bibi touched the crystal orb with a light tap. The kind-faced figure of Illian, the High Priest, materialized in midair.
“Then, what should we do?”
“If fire isn’t its weakness, then perhaps I could….”
“But I’m a mage—if I prepare tools in advance and establish Spell Formulas properly, there might be a way!”
“No. There won’t be.”
Pan clicked his tongue at everyone and began to remove the gloves he wore on his hands.
The heavily damaged traces of his hands were something Titania had already seen before.
Illian, the High Priest, looked upon them with a complicated expression.
“…Our fields of expertise are different, yet he seems to understand immediately upon seeing these hands?”
“Endurance isn’t the word. It’s simple—I’ve numbed it. Thanks to that, I can’t do delicate work properly, so I’ve had to leave everything to that one over there.”
Pan spoke while observing the desperate Rasper.
“If you can’t properly contain the Magic Beast’s power, its curse and miasma will flow back toward you. If you’re lucky, you’ll end up like my hands. If you’re unlucky…. Well, if the water you’re manipulating sweeps through this region laden with that miasma and curse, then the Castrain Territory becomes hell itself.”
“…….”
Rasper’s face went pale.
“B-but the High Priest…you are my father’s friend….”
“B-but still.”
“Y-yes, that’s so.”
“Is there no practical solution?”
It was Raymond’s voice.
“I understand the High Priest’s concerns. We understand them. But with Rasper’s help, we can now supplement our forces without incurring casualties on site. At minimum, we can help Father or allow him to recover, can we not?”
The High Priest exhaled a bitter tone.
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-Master, a battle is breaking out outside! ヾ(。ꏿ﹏ꏿ)ノ゙ Well, of course, the Duke of Castrain has been engaged in combat this whole time! But anyway!
How much time had passed? I had just dozed off after rummaging through emergency rations, chewing on dried meat and drinking water, when the sword’s voice jolted my eyes open.
“Really?! Truly?! What’s happening?!”
-Hmm…. Ah! This level of transmission should work. Hold on! ゞ(ↂ ω ↂ)ゞ
A faint image flickered across my mind.
It was grainy and sluggish, like an old video from decades past.
Before what looked less like a Magic Beast and more like a mountain, a tidal wave, or some kind of natural disaster, the Duke of Castrain darted here and there in combat.
Each time he swung the enormous sword—a blade as tall as a small child—wind rippled through empty air.
Where the Magic Beast’s body touched ground, the earth had already become a black, black swamp. So the Duke was fighting it almost as if dancing through midair.
‘You incompetent fools!’
I was startled and squinted my eyes closed then open again.
The Duke of Castrain was blazing with fury.
‘Why in blazes would you enter here! I gave explicit orders not to!’
‘Ah, Father. I think you must have failed at child-rearing.’
I caught sight of a somewhat impish Lisianthus. I found myself exhaling a sigh of relief.
From what I could see, at least he was sound. Though he wore something like an incomprehensible Mask over his nose and mouth, and had wrapped all manner of things over his body in an awkward ensemble.
‘That one is one thing, but why you too!’
A genuinely furious roar.
It was impressive, truly—the Magic Beast kept seizing at his feet, scattering toxic liquid into the air, crumbling the ground beneath him, and yet he dodged, launched himself through empty air, landed, dodged again. It was like watching acrobatics.
While the Duke of Castrain, his entire body dappled with stains, paused for a moment, Raymond parried the leg of the creature lunging at him.
‘…Father.’
Before the furious Duke’s gaze, Raymond’s lips trembled.
‘What?’
‘I understand well that your methods…. are efficient.’
‘On a battlefield, one mistimed judgment and you don’t know how many heads fly off! You know that as well as anyone!’
‘Yes.’
Thud, thud, thud! Boom!
Wait—could this actually work?! The three of them are somehow holding their own!
I watched anxiously as the sword continued to relay the scene.
‘If we win this battle outright but suffer losses so catastrophic that we must surrender our future, then we’ve already lost. Because we’d have nothing to say to those who died defenseless without strength enough even to fight…. But.’
Was it just my imagination, or did a barely audible grinding sound escape Raymond’s lips?
‘……It seems I’ve lived giving up far too many things beneath that excuse.’
‘What?’
‘I came to realize it thanks to Princess Titania.’
Me? What about me?! My eyes widened, but the situation unfolded rapidly. Raymond continued speaking while parrying attacks aimed at the Duke of Castrain from beside him.
‘……From the beginning, we must not resign ourselves. We must not give up thinking the outcome will be the same regardless. Ordinary people, it seems, live differently.’
‘…….’
‘I didn’t wish to become a son who merely watched his father’s death…. I apologize for disappointing you.’
‘…Hopeless fool.’
The face of the Duke of Castrain visibly contorted.
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