The Baby Raising A Devil - Chapter 118

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Chapter 118

 

[If you don’t grant my wish, you’ll be in danger. Just blocking the attacks is already killing you all, isn’t it?]

 

He spoke with an arrogant expression, so I snorted dismissively at him.

 

“Then wait until I exhaust all my Divine Power and go insane, or until I die.”

 

[What did you say!]

 

“But if I, who opened the passage, die, will you be able to return?”

 

[How dare you…!]

 

“Paimon already used that line.”

 

When I glared at him, the Demon flinched.

 

From my fourth life’s instincts for reading the room, this Demon was definitely not the type to be friendly toward humans like Bune.

 

Yet the fact that he said [Nice to see you.] as soon as I summoned him clearly meant there was a wish he needed me to grant.

 

‘This confirms it.’

 

In the relationship with demons, I’m the one who holds the upper hand.

 

Whether they desperately wanted their wish granted like Bune, or weren’t particularly interested in the wish itself like Paimon, once I opened the passage, I was the only one who could send them back.

 

Seeing the flustered Demon, I smiled wickedly.

 

The Demon tried to maintain a calm expression.

 

[All things in the World follow the natural order. Helping those who offer sacrifices to summon me is also part of that natural order.]

 

“By that logic, isn’t it also natural order for me to want to see you apologize, since you tried to harm my family and made me into this state?”

 

[This damn—]

 

“You should say ‘I’m sorry.'”

 

[…Can’t do it. Won’t do it!]

 

“Fine. Then let’s die together.”

 

The Demon stared at me intently, as if trying to gauge whether I would really push the situation to the worst outcome. I didn’t avoid his gaze.

 

“Let’s both go down together. I’m not scared at all.”

 

[…sorry.]

 

“What?”

 

[I’m sorry.]

 

I lifted my chin up sharply.

 

“I will never lay a hand on House Dubbled again.”

 

[…Never again… Dubbled….]

 

Even while glaring at me, he reluctantly repeated the words I told him to say. I grinned wickedly and said.

 

“Good. Now then, don’t make me force you to speak.”

 

[…Why do you despise me so much.]

 

The demon, beyond angry and now dejected, asked with teary eyes.

 

“When I make you speak… it drains my power…. So stay… quiet….”

 

With the tension released, I collapsed face-down on the floor and curled up into a ball.

 

‘I felt like I was going to die this whole time….’

 

Groaning in pain, I struggled to absorb even a little mana from the air.

 

The threat I made to the demon about dying was sincere.

 

I had maintained my composure in prison, but that was only to reassure my family and show the outside world that I could be confident because I was innocent.

 

In truth, I was cornered. If House Valois implicated me in treason here, even my family would be in danger.

 

That’s why I had no choice but to summon the demon in the worst possible situation – with little divine power left and inside a prison.

 

Because I desperately needed the demon’s help.

 

But cooperation without trust only holds you back.

 

‘Rather than mess things up through untrustworthy cooperation with this demon, it would be better for me to take all the blame and die.’

 

That way, at least my family and my people could avoid this situation.

 

The demon, who had been staring at me looking pale as if all the blood had drained from my body, hid himself.

 

That was the last thing I saw before I lost consciousness.

 

* * *

 

“…aine.”

 

“Ugh….”

 

“Leblaine.”

 

My eyes were so swollen I couldn’t open them properly. As I rubbed my stinging eyes, something lightly touched my forehead.

 

‘This feels good….’

 

It was a strange feeling.

 

As soon as something touched me, my head that had been burning hot and heavy cooled down.

 

I felt so good that as soon as whatever it was pulled away, I rubbed my cheek against it and whined “More….”

 

And when I unconsciously opened my eyes.

 

“Gasp!”

 

“…!”

 

What’s this handsome face in front of me…!!

 

I cried out in surprise.

 

“Adrian?”

 

He was blinking his eyes while I held his hand.

 

“Yeah.”

 

“What, why are you here?”

 

“His Majesty summoned me to the Imperial Palace, but I sensed you.”

 

“Me?”

 

“Yeah. I came looking and found you collapsed.”

 

I tilted my head.

 

‘Is such a thing possible? Huh? But my physical condition right now…’

 

My body feels lighter than before I collapsed. My Adult Thinking seems to be maintained well too. Earlier I felt like I’d burst into tears any moment from the fear of being trapped in that dark prison.

 

I was blinking and checking my condition when I looked at Adrian and gasped.

 

“But why do you look so pale!”

 

Adrian seemed like the sick one, not me. His face was so pale he looked ready to collapse at any moment.

 

‘Don’t tell me.’

 

I quickly rolled up Adrian’s sleeve. The Activation Seal on the back of his hand had spread like blood vessels all the way up to his forearm.

 

“You shared your Divine Power with me.”

 

“…”

 

I knew he was somewhat more exceptional than others, but I didn’t know he possessed such tremendous power.

 

Sharing Divine Power with others, not storing it in Spinel, is called . It was a secret technique passed down among Popes.

 

“Where did you learn this? Did His Holiness teach you?”

 

“No.”

 

“Then how.”

 

“I just thought I wanted to save you, and then I could transfer it. I’m glad.”

 

Adrian smiled brightly, leaving me speechless.

 

“What’s there to be glad about? Isn’t this foolish!”

 

“…Are you angry?”

 

“What do you mean sharing this much Divine Power!”

 

I’m also someone with Cardinal-level Divine Power. Having a lot of Divine Power is like, for example, having a larger tank than others.

 

Pouring water into a cup is different from pouring water to fill a giant tank.

 

Adrian could have nearly died from completely exhausting his Divine Power.

 

“Still, I’m happy that you don’t seem to be in pain anymore.”

 

“…You’re really a fool.”

 

Adrian smiled innocently again.

 

‘He’s like those sickly beautiful boys that mainly appear in novels the maids read… No, this isn’t the point.’

 

I almost got distracted by his beauty for a moment, but I pulled myself together and said.

 

“How did you get into the prison? You shouldn’t have anyone who could help you.”

 

“The way you taught me.”

 

“I did?”

 

Adrian nodded his head.

 

“Don’t tell me you…”

 

“You must not value your life much. How can you be so certain about the future? If you’re unlucky, it won’t end with just losing a limb or two.”

 

He seemed to remember well the intimidation techniques I had taught him.

 

I nodded with an “Oh.”

 

“Yes, yes. Well done. Next time if there’s something you need, just assess the situation and intimidate them.”

 

“Okay.”

 

“Anyway, thank you for today.”

 

“Okay.”

 

I chuckled softly.

 

‘This kid is really like a puppy.’

 

After seeing only beasts at home, looking at such an innocent puppy makes my heart feel all warm and fuzzy.

 

He placed his hand on my forehead once more and said.

 

“Now you really seem to be okay.”

 

As he smiled with his eyes crinkling, I somehow remembered what the Bakery Sister had said when she saw Jay, my Beggar Gang Companion from my previous life.

 

“That boy tugs at big sister’s heartstrings.”

 

I wondered what “big sister’s heartstrings” meant, but I guess this is that feeling. I just want to protect him and pinch his cheeks. Though Adrian is four years older than me in this life’s age.

 

If this is how it feels, I understand why I got so much leftover bread from the bakery thanks to Jay.

 

“Yes, yes. It’s thanks to you. But go back now. It’ll be dangerous if Empress Yvonne sees you.”

 

“What about you?”

 

“Huh?”

 

“When is Duke Dubbled coming to get you?”

 

“That’s…”

 

“Have you made contact with Baron Trigon? He’s at the center of this whole situation.”

 

“How do you know that?”

 

I asked in surprise.

 

It was true that Trigon was at the center of this situation.

 

Whether I used defensive magic or offensive magic was the focal point of this controversy.

 

But this varied depending on perspective, so my treatment would be decided based on the testimony of Trigon, the Chief Court Mage responsible for the Imperial Palace barriers.

 

“His Majesty told me.”

 

“Ah.”

 

I smiled brightly and patted Adrian’s head.

 

“You’re smart. Good, good. You need to remember things like that well.”

 

“Okay…”

 

“Father would have been making contact with Trigon. I’ll be out soon, so don’t worry.”

 

I quickly helped Adrian up and pushed him toward the iron bars.

 

“Let’s meet when I get out of here, Adrian.”

 

“…When that time comes, can I call you Leblaine too?”

 

“Of course.”

 

I need to build a good relationship with Adrian, who will become a powerful figure in the future.

 

I smiled wickedly to myself as I spoke.

 

“We’re friends, after all!”

 

“….”

 

“…?”

 

“…Right.”

 

Adrian brushed my hair aside and muttered in a very low voice.

 

“See you next time. …Friend.”

 

I flinched without realizing it.

 

‘This kid really has such sorrowful eyes.’

 

Making my heart skip a beat.

 

* * *

 

Leblaine behind the iron bars waved her hand until Adrian completely left the prison.

 

Even after leaving through the door, Adrian continued to stare at it intently.

 

“Your Highness.”

 

A Knight Captain approached Adrian.

 

“Trigon is.”

 

When Adrian asked, the man reported what he had discovered in a low voice.

 

“He’s being contacted by both Dubbled and the Temple, but he’s still keeping his mouth shut. However, he’s been talking with the Cardinal and has declined Duke Dubbled’s request for a private meeting. It seems his scales won’t tip toward Dubbled’s side.”

 

“Or he might be trying to raise the stakes.”

 

“Shall we prepare some wealth from our side? We cannot stand by and watch problems arise for the Young Lady who is destined to be under Your Highness’s protection.”

 

“If his heart could be bought with wealth, Duke Dubbled would have already resolved the situation long ago.”

 

“Then….”

 

“Bring Trigon here.”

 

“It’s not yet time for you to step forward.”

 

Adrian slowly shifted his gaze to him.

 

“I don’t want to see that child locked in prison for even one more day.”

 

“But….”

 

“Bring him here. If he resists─”

 

A sharp edge entered Adrian’s red eyes.

 

“There’s no need to bring him back in one piece.”

 

“…Yes.”

 

Grand Lady Camilla, who had been entrusted with Adrian’s upbringing by the Emperor, had said:

 

“To be so innocent within the Imperial Palace. How worrying.”

 

Innocent, she said.

 

The man chuckled inwardly.

 

Adrian was a child who grew up in a blade-filled cradle. It was not his mother’s milk but hostility that nurtured his growth.

 

If anyone knew what this thirteen-year-old child was orchestrating in the shadows, no one would dare call Adrian just a child.

 

That night.

 

The Court Mages looked at the heavily intoxicated Trigon with worried eyes.

 

“This is really going to be trouble. How do you plan to return to your mansion alone in such a drunken state?”

 

“Who would dare lay a hand on me! Even that Duke Dubbled and his great Cardinal cannot dare raise their heads in my presence!”

 

Though the Court Mages tried to dissuade him, Trigon stubbornly walked the streets alone.

 

‘The Temple proposed 50 million francs. They said if I do well, they might even double that amount, so I’m rich. Rich!’

 

He couldn’t even fathom how large an amount Duke Dubbled might offer.

 

As he staggered along, he suddenly froze.

 

“Who’s there! Who dares to follow me!”

 

Though he had secured the position of chief mage through his father’s connections, even rotten fish has some value. He wasn’t dull enough to miss someone tailing him.

 

When he shouted, those hiding in the dark streets revealed themselves.

 

“My master wants you to…”

 

“My lord summons…”

 

“My client…”

 

“The esteemed one wants you…”

 

“Our master wants you…”

 

The assassins froze and looked at each other.

 

‘What the hell are those bastards?’

 

It wasn’t just one or two of them.

 

At least five different assassination groups surrounded Trigon while glaring at each other.

 

“What, what, what, what is this! Who are you people!”

 

While Trigon screamed in terror, the assassins kept each other in check.

 

“Back off.”

 

“You back off.”

 

“Do you want to taste my lord’s iron mace!”

 

“Our side has a big shot you can’t even imagine!”

 

“There’s no way they’re bigger than our master!”

 

While the assassination groups bickered, Trigon quietly carved an activation seal on the back of his hand.

 

‘Is it the Temple or Dubbled? No, why are there so many of them…! Let me escape first and think later.’

 

Just then.

 

Thunk!

 

Struck by something, Trigon couldn’t even make a sound and quietly collapsed.

 

The assassination groups froze and looked around.

 

“What was that!”

 

Something invisible was here.

 

That ‘something’ muttered silently.

 

[Damn it. How dare they use me as an errand boy.]

 

─And so.

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