The Baby Raising A Devil - Chapter 153

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Chapter 153

 

When I became a regressor, several risks arose. A prime example was how difficult it was to think like an adult while in a child’s body, and another was how my enhanced memory made me vividly remember my painful life.

 

But the latter case also had its advantages. Vividly remembering a painful life meant, in other words, that my memory had become exceptionally good.

 

I clearly remembered reading it when I first came to Dubbled Castle around the age of four.

 

‘The Records of the Evil God.’

 

That book that had been sitting alone among the fairy tale books.

 

[The most sacred achievement of Founding Emperor Freed I would be defeating Ivan, a familiar of the Evil God.

 

(Omitted)

 

According to Ivan’s records, there are two conditions for manifesting the Evil God’s supernatural ability.

 

First is contact with a divine artifact, which serves as the key to awakening dormant power, and second is obtaining a medium that enables the wielding of that power…]

 

Ivan, who was called the worst traitor, had used the Evil God’s supernatural ability.

 

That was very similar to how I came to summon demons.

 

I had made contact with the divine artifact ‘Newit,’ the key to awakening dormant power, and by obtaining the medium ‘Etoile’ that allowed me to wield power, I displayed abilities different from my previous life.

 

‘If I am a familiar of the Evil God like Ivan…’

 

I asked the Old Nymph.

 

“Is the first adventurer’s name perhaps ‘Ivan’?”

 

The Old Nymph, holding peanuts in both hands, stared at me intently. Soon he asked in a bewildered voice.

 

“K-kind adventurer, how do you know the f-first adventurer’s name?”

 

“…”

 

“Ivan Shaman Tesla. That’s the n-name of the first adventurer.”

 

“Ivan Shaman Tesla…”

 

When I muttered the name, Henri and Isaac flinched and looked at me.

 

The name Ivan was so famous that no one in the Empire—no, anyone in this world—could be unaware of it.

 

The one who rebelled against God.

 

The heretic Ivan.

 

But more important than that was—

 

“Shaman… Kid, what the hell are you talking about…”

 

“Leblaine, if someone else had heard that, whether you’re Lady Dubbled or the Child of Fate, it would have been a huge problem.”

 

The Founding Emperor’s true name, Frid Enishis Sheman Kaliard.

 

The Imperial Palace desperately tried to hide the Founding Emperor’s true name. This was because the middle name ‘Sheman’ indicated descent from a tribe said to be creations of the Evil God.

 

‘Ivan was also someone who was initially called a hero, just like the Founding Emperor.’

 

Two Etoiles.

 

Two heroes.

 

I squeezed my eyes shut.

 

“Of the two heroes who possessed Etoile, only the victor was recorded in history, while the loser became an apostle and disappeared into the shadows of history.”

 

“What?”

 

Henri looked at me with a hardened expression, and I pressed my forehead with a confused look.

 

“Ivan and the Founding Emperor were from the same tribe. I need to examine the Founding Emperor’s records in the territory. I’m sure I remember seeing them at Dubbled Castle. You know what. I… Henri, Isaac, I might be…”

 

That’s when it happened.

 

Suddenly I felt dizzy as a sharp ringing sound—beeeep—cut through my head.

 

[…by.]

 

[My… baby.]

 

Yes, that’s right.

 

Why had I forgotten?

 

The voice that desperately called out to me as I was dying as a sacrifice in my first life.

 

‘It’s the same voice I heard when I touched the Newit.’

 

Suddenly, my legs gave out and my body lost balance. As I swayed and collapsed, I saw Henri and Isaac running toward me through my narrowing vision. That was my last memory.

 

* * *

 

Hands like maple leaves.

 

Chubby arms like frankfurter sausages.

 

Fluffy curly hair.

 

It was my younger self.

 

‘Did I regress?’

 

I fell into despair and buried my face in my knees. There was no one beside me. A lonely, lonely space. How long must I remain alone, submerged in this bleakness?

 

Tears kept welling up, soaking my knees completely.

 

[…by.]

 

Suddenly, a voice came from mid-air. Thread-like lights circled in the air like a swarm of fireflies. It soon transformed into the shape of a young boy and approached me.

 

[…Lord.]

 

[Yes, …by.]

 

[The light is too bright, I cannot see your face. God, please, take my hand.]

 

[Poor child. You are still bound to this arduous mission.]

 

I bowed my head before him and sobbed.

 

[I don’t want to go back. The world is both frightening and tedious.]

 

[I have prepared a path for you. Put down your heavy burden and depart for the gentle Shepherd’s Land. Come, …by. This way.]

 

I reached out my hand, but the boy did not take it. I followed him as if entranced. Until the surroundings gradually darkened and I was finally trapped in darkness.

 

[…Sir, this place is dark and cold. I want to go somewhere warm.]

 

[It won’t be long. You’ll soon find rest in a place with soft grass and kind people. Come, child, let’s go toward that light.]

 

A pure white cluster of light appeared before my eyes. My face brightened as I ran toward it.

 

‘Ah, I’ll soon find rest. A land of peace where I won’t have to be lonely anymore is right there.’

 

The moment I reached out my hand toward the cluster of light.

 

[Little One!!]

 

Someone pulled me back. The tall figure in shabby clothes looked precarious, as if they might crack at any moment.

 

[Go back… go… where your family is… Little One, please…!]

 

It was a very earnest yet gentle voice. I know this voice.

 

The boy’s lips twisted. As his straight, beautiful lips parted, countless sharp teeth were revealed.

 

[Serga, are you trying to take … away from me again!]

 

Black pus flowed from the boy’s body and pooled on the floor. He soon became a massive darkness and attacked the Shabby Clothed Figure.

 

[Go. …Must go. My, my little… one… to where family is!]

 

Then, a familiar voice came from far away.

 

“Leblaine.”

 

“…Leblaine!”

 

* * *

 

I opened my eyes with a start and looked around.

 

It’s my room in the mansion.

 

“Leblaine!”

 

Father was beside me. Seeing him with such worried eyes, I exhaled the breath I’d been holding and covered my eyes with my hands.

 

‘I didn’t regress.’

 

I’m alive.

 

My body, soaked in cold sweat, trembled violently. Father gently stroked my cheek with his large hand.

 

“Are you alright?”

 

Tears kept welling up, so I couldn’t answer. I was anxious and afraid that I might have regressed again, that I might never see my family again.

 

Father embraced me as I cried loudly and patted my back.

 

Only then did I see the people surrounding my bed. My maids and Lea, Zachary, the physician, aunt, and my brothers.

 

Isaac, his eyes red, knocked me on the head.

 

“What kind of sleep was that? You scared us!”

 

“Waaaaah.”

 

Feeling relieved, I burst into loud sobs, and Henri and Johan smacked the back of Isaac’s head.

 

“Ow!”

 

“Try touching her one more time.”

 

“Leblaine, are you okay?”

 

I sniffled with my face buried against Father’s neck.

 

“How long was I asleep?”

 

“Twenty days and two more.”

 

What?

 

I was so shocked that my tears instantly dried up. I gaped and pulled away from Father, fumbling around the desk to find the calendar.

 

I had heard the news of Johan’s arrest on the 3rd of this month. Today is the 24th.

 

“That’s insane!”

 

When I shouted, my family and employees finally seemed relieved and burst into hearty laughter.

 

“We’re glad you’ve awakened.”

 

I nodded at the doctor’s words and looked down at my body.

 

‘If I’d been lying down this long, my body should be a mess, but I feel perfectly fine. What about the water source? What happened to the demon?’

 

When I thought of Purpur, I heard a voice in my head.

 

[You stupid human! Because you fell asleep, I’ve been stuck in this horrible human world for over two weeks! I was so worried I’d be trapped in the human world forever… Damn it!]

 

‘The demon seems fine too.’

 

I didn’t feel like my Divine Power was lacking at all either.

 

If I’d kept the Devil’s Passage open for over twenty days, I should have died long ago.

 

“Why am I…”

 

“Why? Are you feeling unwell after all?”

 

Henri furrowed his brow as he examined me.

 

“No, it’s not that. I feel better than usual. You know, ‘that thing’. When I summon that, it’s incredibly draining for me, but even though I’ve had it summoned for almost 22 days, I’m perfectly fine.”

 

Since I couldn’t say I had summoned a demon in front of so many people, I raised my arm and said ‘that thing!’ My family understood and nodded.

 

“That’s because…”

 

Henri and Johan exchanged glances with troubled expressions.

 

‘Do my brothers know something?’

 

Isaac, who had been supporting his head with his clasped hands, grumbled.

 

“Just tell her, okay? She did help us after all.”

 

“…”

 

There really is something.

 

I narrowed my eyes and pressed my brothers.

 

“What is it? What’s going on?”

 

“The abandoned prince came every day.”

 

“Adrian?”

 

“Your condition got really bad starting from the third day after you collapsed. Very bad. But somehow he heard about it and came directly to the mansion. We thought he was up to something at first, so we tried to somehow inject mana into you like you heard from the dem… ‘that thing’, but since you weren’t conscious, it couldn’t convert to Divine Power. So we accepted the prince’s help.”

 

“I see. Even with Adrian’s power, it wouldn’t have been easy. You all must have really struggled.”

 

I should thank him.

 

I wanted to go see him right away, but the sun had already set and I couldn’t enter the Imperial Palace.

 

After I said I would become Adrian’s guard, he left the Grand Duchess’s mansion and has been staying at the Imperial Palace.

 

‘For today, my priority should be sharing what I’ve discovered with my family.’

 

I spoke while gripping Father’s sleeve tightly.

 

“Please dismiss the employees. I have something to tell you about ‘that matter.'”

 

Father nodded and gestured to the employees.

 

Aunt also quickly caught on, saying “See you later” as she left with the employees, leaving only those who knew I was a regressor in the room.

 

“Father, you know what? I might actually…!”

 

“You mean you might be a descendant of Ivan?”

 

“…How did you know?”

 

“I looked into Ivan’s Records that you mentioned. But something was strange.”

 

“What was?”

 

“Dubbled has never owned Ivan’s Records.”

 

“What did you say?”

 

“It means there’s a book in our library that we neither purchased nor recorded.”

 

Johan added to the conversation.

 

“It wasn’t even in the library’s book catalog. Until we found it, you were the only person who had read it. It’s as if the book came looking for you, its owner.”

 

“So I really am a familiar of the Evil God after all…”

 

Henri said with a troubled expression.

 

“Leblaine. We don’t care if you’re a familiar of the Evil God. So don’t worry unnecessarily…”

 

“I really was a perfect fit for Dubbled!”

 

When I clapped my hands together and spoke, my family’s eyes widened. I giggled and said.

 

“The daughter of Dubbled, known as the greatest villains, being a familiar of the Evil God. It’s such a perfect match, don’t you think?”

 

Father chuckled and ruffled my hair.

 

“So is that all you wanted to say?”

 

“I found out more things.”

 

“What?”

 

“Marche might not know yet who the Child of Fate sent by God Neriad is. If we use this, we can kill Nodelli and weaken Duke Marche.”

 

“Then…”

 

“Yes, now let’s go get our revenge.”

 

I’ll make them wail most miserably. I clenched my fist tightly.

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