The Baby Raising A Devil - Chapter 10

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Chapter 10

Turba was a legendary figure who had risen from being a slave of a fallen nation to become a merchant sought after by even the great nobles, earning the respect of commoners.

However, after being caught selling forgeries, it was revealed that he had committed fraud several times before.

‘This is worrying.’

This item might be real, but knowing Turba as I did, I couldn’t feel at ease.

Turba opened a box that had been placed on the floor.

Inside the box was a pure white stone tablet, and what was written on it was…

‘Ancient language.’

Turba spoke in a confident tone.

“This is a stone tablet upon which a divine oracle descended in ancient times.”

At this, the retainers standing beside the Duke and North became greatly excited.

“If it’s a stone tablet upon which a divine oracle descended, wouldn’t it be an item of tremendous value, as much as Newit itself?”

That was correct. If it was a stone tablet upon which an ancient divine oracle had descended, it would be classified as a sacred relic by now.

“But ancient language is an uninterpretable language, so how can you be certain this is a stone tablet upon which a divine oracle descended?”

Turba opened his mouth with a triumphant expression.

“Similar items are recorded in historical texts, and it has even been verified to contain strong divine power.”

“Hmm…”

As the retainers nodded their heads, Turba’s lips curled up in a smirk.

“This is an item excavated with great difficulty from the Ancient Plateau. Those terrifying monster hordes attacked me and my merchant group, but I never retreated.”

Then he struck his chest with a thump and extended both hands clasped together toward the Duke.

“Surely there will come a day when this will help someone. So I could not give up the stone tablet! This Turba risked his life for Your Grace today.”

However, the Duke only pressed his temples with a dry expression.

“Cut to the chase and state your price.”

Turba didn’t seem offended at all. Rather, he curled his lips up as if he had been waiting for those words.

“If Your Grace would purchase it, I would trade it for 100 million francs.”

The people gathered in the Grand Audience Hall gasped silently.

‘A hundred million?’

The unit was a hundred million?!

A hundred million was a unit used for national budgets.

Even the retainers and North let out groans as they looked at the Duke.

Just as the Duke was scanning the stone tablet with sharp eyes, I raised my hand high.

“I want to see that up close!”

Turba, who had been looking at me with narrowed eyes, soon smiled.

“So you are the Child of Fate I’ve only heard about. It’s an honor to meet you.”

“Show me.”

Lea called out to me in panic, “Ah, young miss.”

North also had a troubled expression. He seemed worried that if I destroyed the stone tablet like I did with the Newit, it would truly be irreparable.

But I had a reason to examine that stone tablet closely.

Turba chuckled and nodded his head.

“As expected of the Child of Fate, you seem interested in divine oracles. Yes, please take a closer look. But you mustn’t touch it.”

The retainers shouted “W-wait!” but I quickly approached Turba.

I crouched down on the carpet and peered at the stone tablet with a curious expression.

“Can you feel the divine power?”

Both the Dubbled people and the Turba Trading Company members all tried to dissuade him.

“Stop this. What if the child accidentally touches it?”

Turba waved his hand magnanimously.

“Since she’s the Child of Fate, perhaps she could even read the ancient language.”

“How could someone who can’t even speak Imperial yet interpret ancient language?”

“Of course I’m joking. Where would you find someone who could interpret the lost ancient language—”

“Hangpyeongsaeng gajogleur wihaeseo aessheun Noto, yeogi jamdeulda. (Noto, who worked hard for his family his whole life, sleeps here.)”

“Pardon?”

At my sudden words, Turba and the others blinked in surprise.

I smiled brightly and pointed at the stone tablet.

“Mister dummy? It’s written right here.”

A stone monument with divine oracles recorded? What nonsense.

This was just a tombstone.

Moreover, I couldn’t feel any divine power from it at all.

‘This fraud.’

I was right to examine it carefully.

I can read ancient language.

Though no one can read it now, in about ten years, a living interpreter of ancient language would appear.

‘That would be Mina.’

Mina could read ancient language as soon as she arrived through dimensional travel.

Thanks to her, the neglected ancient language was interpreted extensively, and other people could learn it too.

Of course, since it was extremely difficult, only a few people learned it.

‘Right up until I died, only three people had learned ancient language.’

The Crown Prince, Johan who was Duke Dubbled’s eldest son, and me.

I shook my head inwardly and looked at Turba.

‘Even his claim about excavating it from the Ancient Plateau is a lie.’

Kalisis was the only ancient nation that erected tombstones for the dead.

Kalisis was a country on the opposite side from the Ancient Plateau, and they didn’t worship the god Neriad. It was a region where divine oracles could never descend.

‘Just how bold is this man?’

Well, he must have thought he’d never be caught. That man wouldn’t have known about my existence.

The retainers came rushing over to me in a fluster.

“You can read ancient language?”

“Is that really what’s written there? Really?”

They pressed me from both sides.

Well, if it was just a tombstone after spending 100 million francs on it, that would be a disaster.

I nodded my head.

Then Turba’s face turned red with panic.

“What, what nonsense—!”

He quickly waved his hands and made excuses to the Duke.

“No. This is definitely a stone tablet with divine oracle recorded on it. It’s a sacred relic! How could such a young child possibly read ancient language?”

Turba glared at me sharply and scolded, “Children who lie will be punished by heaven!”

North, who had approached my side, knelt on one knee to meet my eye level and asked.

“Can you really read ancient language?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“How? Did you learn it?”

I had prepared words for this kind of question!

I tilted my head and said.

“I just see it.”

‘Mina also said this when asked how she could read ancient language.’

Everyone was surprised, but they just accepted it as “I see.”

That’s when I learned. The title ‘Child of Fate’ was meant to be used at times like this.

I was giggling inside when Turba shouted “Lies!”

Then he hurriedly made excuses to the people.

“I have a way to prove that this is a stone tablet of divine oracle. But the young lady is different. How will you prove that you can read ancient language?”

Viscount Dubois, one of the retainers, pondered “Hmm…”

Certainly, Turba, who brought the Divine Power Appraisal Certificate, had the evidence on his side.

‘Though it must be forged.’

People couldn’t easily argue, and Turba smiled smugly, supporting the air with both hands and shrugging.

“Since history began, the Founding Emperor was the only person who could use ancient language.”

That’s when it happened.

I stretched out my index finger and pointed to the tapestry embroidered with ancient language behind the Duke.

“Samyeong-eul jilmeojin ja ape chubok isseura. (May there be blessings before those who bear the mission.)”

“…!”

“…!”

Everyone’s gaze focused on me.

North gasped, the retainers silently screamed and covered their mouths. Even the Duke looked at me with unusually wide eyes.

And I drove in the final nail.

“Peuideue Enishiseu Semon Kalliadeue. (Frid Enishis Sheman Kaliard.)”

When I spoke the name embroidered at the end of the tapestry, the Duke gripped the armrest of his chair tightly.

“The Founding Emperor’s true name…”

At his murmur, people startled and looked at me.

“True name?!”

“Are you saying that’s Freed I’s true name!”

The middle name ‘Shayman’ was proof of inheriting the blood of a certain tribe.

The tribe called the evil god’s creation was now forbidden to even mention.

The Empire’s Imperial Family deleted his true name from all records to hide the Founding Emperor’s tainted bloodline.

Currently, only the Imperial Family and a very few people knew his true name. And Duke Dubbled would naturally be included in that very few.

‘Though it’s different in the future.’

Mina had once spoken the Founding Emperor’s true name carved on that tapestry in a public setting.

It was an incident where even the Empress Dowager, who had adored Mina to death until then, didn’t know what to do and watched the Emperor’s reaction.

So the fact that I had just read the Founding Emperor’s true name embroidered on the tapestry was proof that I could truly read ancient language.

North let out a hollow laugh.

“I have no choice but to believe this.”

The retainers swallowed dryly and held their foreheads.

“This is unbelievable, how could this…”

“Is she truly the Child of Fate?”

“I thought she was just a bit clever, but to think she’d be this amazing…”

Everyone gasped in amazement.

I grinned inwardly and looked at Turba.

‘How are you going to make excuses now?’

It would be better for him to just come clean.

As expected, Turba couldn’t easily open his mouth and stammered.

With a pale face and trembling hands, he soon shouted loudly.

“I came to this place today through divine will!”

‘Fool.’

What’s he going to do bringing up divine will here?

I shook my head, and the Duke let out a scoff.

“He demanded evidence from that child, yet when faced with a question he can’t answer, he speaks of divine will.”

“Th-that’s…”

I shook my head inwardly.

‘Just give up, it’s over.’

Seeing how indifferent he seemed from the beginning, the Duke might have been suspicious too.

He slowly rose to his feet.

“It seems I’ve been quite lenient lately.”

“…Pardon?”

“Seeing how even insects try to crawl up. North.”

At the Duke’s call, North bowed his head.

“Yes.”

“Escort this merchant overflowing with divine will to prison.”

Startled, Turba shouted “Y-Your Grace!” with a pale face. The Duke looked at him and spoke in a dry tone.

“Bring me a definitive answer about that stone tablet. Even if you have to split his belly open to check if there’s any precious divine will inside.”

Then North answered ominously, “Yes.”

Turba’s face turned ashen.

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