The Baby Raising A Devil - Chapter 119

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Chapter 119

 

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[We lost him.]

 

Bang!

 

Isaac kicked the table and muttered through gritted teeth.

 

“Useless bastard.”

 

[…My apologies.]

 

Henri, who had been sitting on the sofa across with his eyes tightly closed, pressed his temples and spoke.

 

“You’re being loud. Sit down.”

 

“We lost Trigon! If we lose him here…!”

 

“What matters is who took him.”

 

Isaac grumbled and ran his hand through his hair.

 

Johan, who was at the head table, stared intently at the communication stone.

 

“The Temple?”

 

[Among those gathered at the scene, there was someone who faintly emanated divine power, but the one who took the target was not a Holy Knight.]

 

Isaac furrowed his brow.

 

“You’re saying there were others besides the Temple?”

 

[At least five or more assassination groups were moving. One of them used Wolf Shadow Step.]

 

“Father’s men.”

 

When Johan muttered this, The Man from the communication stone affirmed with silence.

 

Isaac asked.

 

“What about the others?”

 

[Two seemed to be mercenaries. One belonged to the ‘Western Ravens’…]

 

“Those are the ones Grand Lady Camilla commands.”

 

When Henri muttered this, Isaac frowned.

 

“Then what about the remaining two?”

 

“…That’s the problem.”

 

Johan, who had been fidgeting with the communication stone, spoke in a low voice.

 

“Summon the Shadow Forces. Find Trigon’s location by any means necessary. I won’t forgive a second mistake.”

 

[Yes, my lord.]

 

As soon as the communication ended, Isaac slumped onto the sofa and rested his chin on his hand.

 

“If Father is giving orders, it must be the Wolves’ Vice Captain. Someone skilled enough that neither the Wolves’ Vice Captain nor Elder Brother’s direct unit Captain could detect their presence. Just who could it be?”

 

“Who knows. But one thing’s certain – things in the Imperial Capital are about to get interesting.”

 

“…”

 

And that they could no longer cower in hiding to protect their family’s sacred honor.

 

The Three Brothers’ gazes grew deeply serious.

 

At that moment, at the Hope Trading Company.

 

Seria’s face hardened as she opened the massive box delivered to her office with no sender listed.

 

“Good heavens.”

 

Inside the box, Trigon was writhing around, his entire body bound and wearing a blindfold and earplugs.

 

“I was worried when our assassin failed, but here the target is in my office.”

 

The chairman nodded at her words.

 

Inside the box was a note.

 

[Message. Make Trigon our ally. He loves money and is cowardly, but he’s not that bad a guy. The keyword is his father. He’s a filial son. Because…]

 

As soon as she finished reading the letter, the text glowed red and began to burn. The chairman chuckled softly as he watched the letter turn to ash.

 

“It’s from Young Lady.”

 

“What shall we do?”

 

“Follow the orders.”

 

The chairman removed Trigon’s earplugs and mouth restraints.

 

“What, what is this! Do you know who I am…!”

 

“Weil Andermi. Distant relative of Aragon, the Previous Chief Court Mage.”

 

“…!”

 

The mage’s pupils narrowed.

 

‘How, how did they…’

 

“It seems you didn’t just get the Chief Mage position through the Previous Duke’s influence as people say. You’re maintaining your transformation even while sleeping to perfectly play the role of his dead son.”

 

“How did you know…! No, no, what are you talking about!”

 

Seria chuckled softly.

 

“Someone who dares to deceive even His Imperial Majesty about his identity shouldn’t be so easily shaken.”

 

“What, what are you saying… I, I am…!”

 

The chairman asked.

 

“Did you kill Trigon?”

 

“No! That’s really…”

 

Trigon’s, no, Weil’s face turned deathly pale.

 

“Don’t tell Father. He suffers from heart disease. If he knew Trigon was dead, he would…!”

 

It was true that Weil hadn’t killed Trigon.

 

It was Aragon, the Previous Court Mage, who had brought him in when he was talented but couldn’t dream of becoming a mage due to his humble family background.

 

Weil had lived like brothers with Trigon, and regarded Aragon who cared for him as his birth parents.

 

He was incomparable to his birth parents who had tried to sell him to the Temple as an experimental subject when they discovered his magical talent.

 

“What good does it do me to learn magic? Abandon the thought that I’ll serve like a slave just because you saved me from my parents.”

 

“Stop the useless talk and just do the assignments I give you.”

 

“False hope and such things are not for me…!”

 

“Trigon! Bring the scissors! I’ll have to tear that mouth that only spouts nonsense and force him to sit at the desk!”

 

People called Aragon an eccentric old man obsessed with money, but to Weil, Aragon was someone who had shown him kindness that he could never repay even if he devoted his entire life.

 

Trigon’s death had happened ten years ago. He had forcibly carried out ‘a certain experiment’ despite knowing it was dangerous, and as a result, his entire body began to rot away.

 

Sensing his death, Trigon entrusted his father to Weil.

 

Trigon’s father Aragon was showing signs of dementia and was also suffering from heart disease.

 

He was his only child. The relatives were like parasites to Aragon, ready to devour the family house the moment Trigon died.

 

Weil couldn’t abandon Trigon’s request, so he disguised Trigon’s death as Weil Andermi’s death.

 

It was as if he had killed himself, but his life as Trigon was happy.

 

Every day was filled with the deep love he had never received from his parents.

 

Though he knew that if discovered, he would be torn limb from limb and killed, even if he could go back, Weil would have chosen life as Trigon.

 

His wish was one thing.

 

“Ugh, you useless boy. How can you become rich and fulfill my grand ambitions when your learning doesn’t improve? Where did all your aspirations go, when you said you’d put my name in textbooks?”

 

To become the wealthy man his father jokingly spoke of, and establish his wish, the ‘Aragon Foundation for those without money and power.’

 

However, in Leblaine’s first life, Weil was eventually discovered not to be Trigon and had his head cut off at the guillotine.

 

After that, Aragon, whose dementia had deepened, had all his property stolen by relatives as Trigon had worried, and starved to death wandering the streets.

 

“Please…”

 

Weil clung to the chairman’s leg and pleaded.

 

Seria and the chairman exchanged glances with each other.

 

Seria bent one knee to support herself while looking intently at Weil.

 

“If you don’t want to be discovered, you’ll have to follow our orders.”

 

“…Intimidation?”

 

“What else would it be?”

 

The chairman shook his head back and forth while looking at Seria making a despicable expression.

 

‘Master and servant are exactly alike.’

 

If Leblaine had seen this scene, she would have surely grinned and said ‘As expected of my number one subordinate!’

 

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Seeing me rolling around in prison, the soldier spoke pleadingly.

 

“Please go. Please! Your detention was lifted because Lord Trigon testified it was defensive magic, so why are you doing this!”

 

The soldier was almost sobbing.

 

“I’m full so I’m digesting before I go.”

 

“Please!”

 

“Alright. I got it.”

 

I stretched with a shudder and walked out of the iron bars with shuffling steps.

 

‘It was kind of like a vacation, what a shame.’

 

Once I go outside, there will be tons of headache-inducing matters again.

 

As the soldier said, my detention was lifted thanks to Trigon’s testimony. Of course, there was also Dubbled’s persistent support.

 

‘Anyway, I have to go back and forth from home for the investigation.’

 

I left the prison with an annoyed expression. Outside, my family and my guards were waiting.

 

“Leblaine.”

 

“Little one!”

 

Henri and Isaac rushed toward me. Isaac grabbed me and spun me around, checking my condition.

 

“Damn it! The kid’s become half her size!”

 

He grabbed my chubby cheeks that had gotten plump from eating and sleeping well, then frowned deeply.

 

“Your cheeks have gotten hollow!”

 

No way.

 

“I ate four meals a day though?”

 

“They only gave you four meals? To a kid who usually eats six?!”

 

My family all glared at the prison warden who had gone stiff as a board.

 

“N-no, no! Four meals, but she always ate two bowls each time!”

 

“Two bowls? She usually eats three bowls?!”

 

The bread was bigger than what we had at the mansion. The bowls were also huge, so two bowls was satisfying.

 

I pulled back Isaac who looked ready to pounce on the prison warden at any moment.

 

“I want to go home.”

 

“Ah, right. Let’s go rest.”

 

The three maids said tearfully.

 

“We’ve prepared the sheets.”

 

“We put heated stones in the blankets to warm them up.”

 

“We prepared lots of snacks too!”

 

I really ate well and lived well, but I don’t know why everyone feels so sorry for me.

 

Anyway, I answered “Okay” and followed my family out of the Imperial Palace.

 

When we arrived at the mansion, people from high society who had heard I was released sent me lots of letters.

 

“Why did so many come?”

 

Usually people don’t even acknowledge someone who was imprisoned.

 

When I was imprisoned for covering Mina’s attempted murder and then released, I was treated almost like a bug.

 

“Because you’re a hero who blocked the Imperial Palace’s curse with your small body.”

 

At Henri’s words, I tilted my head.

 

“That’s not right though?”

 

What I protected was our family, definitely not the Imperial Palace.

 

Even if a curse had befallen the Imperial Palace, I had no intention of saving it.

 

“If you twist the situation just a little, public opinion easily changes.”

 

“Ah, Henri made it that way.”

 

Then Isaac said “Little brother is especially good at that kind of underhanded stuff!” and laughed, then got hit by Henri.

 

‘That’s Henri for you. I don’t even need to move. How convenient!’

 

I was thinking that and giggling when Aunt sat me on the bed and said.

 

“Today, rest comfortably without thinking about anything. I’ll ask you what happened later. We’ll handle the entire situation.”

 

It felt like being protected. I became a little embarrassed and answered “Yes…” in a shrinking voice.

 

The eyes of my family and employees were filled with pity.

 

‘No, I really was doing fine though…’

 

Father laid me down, and my family stayed by my side until I fell asleep.

 

Only after my breathing deepened did everyone leave the room.

 

And then I snapped my eyes open and fumbled under the bed.

 

‘The communication stone… it’s here!’

 

I quickly grabbed the communication stone and contacted Seria.

 

“How did it go?”

 

[Trigon is completely in our hands.]

 

“Well done. What about the other thing?”

 

[We’ve finished preparations as you instructed.]

 

“Good. Then let’s set it off now.”

 

[Yes.]

 

After finishing our conversation and the light of the communication stone faded, I looked outside the window.

 

I had a good time in prison, but Duke Valois would not.

 

‘I’ll tear him apart.’

 

“Hey.”

 

At my voice, the demon who had been hiding beside me all this time manifested.

 

“What are you planning to make me do now?”

 

“…?”

 

“What! Why are you looking at me with those eyes?”

 

I never knew since I’d never heard him speak directly, but with those animal-like fangs sticking out from his lips, he actually can’t speak very well…

 

“No, it’s fine as long as I can understand you.”

 

“My fangs are a sign of danger! (My fangs are a symbol of dignity!)”

 

“Right, right. I get it, so could you go to the Imperial Palace for now?”

 

“…Why?”

 

“Go there and bring down the Imperial Palace a bit.”

 

When I said this with a bright smile, the demon blinked.

 

“Why though?”

 

“That way the Imperial Palace will light a fire in their eyes and search for you.”

 

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.

 

If you get slapped, you should knock out all their teeth.

 

Since they tried to frame me with treason, I’ll frame him with the same thing.

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