The Baby Raising A Devil - Chapter 20
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Chapter 20
“Wh-what, what did you say…?”
Teramore looked at me in disbelief, and I whispered to him again.
“How foolish.”
“…”
“Look forward to it, grandpa. The Duke will soon find out about you abusing Henri.”
With a sly smile, I walked past Teramore. Then I grabbed Henri’s hand and left the room.
The child obediently let me lead him away. Only after we were far from the study did Henri speak to me.
“Are you crazy? Aren’t you scared at all?”
I stared at Henri as he asked with a hardened expression.
Seeing me stab Teramore’s hand must have shocked him greatly, as the formal speech he used to keep walls up had disappeared.
“There will be consequences. Teramore is a despicable bastard.”
“I’m not scared.”
“…”
“Bad person who hits Henri, not scared at all.”
When I spoke with a pouty expression, Henri’s pupils shook.
I truly wasn’t afraid of Teramore.
Having experienced far more terrible people, a pervert who gets pleasure from abusing children was merely laughable.
‘Besides, I have something to rely on.’
More than that, I was worried about Henri.
The cheek that Teramore had hit was swollen bright red, and his collar was wrinkled unsightly as if he’d been grabbed by the throat.
“Let’s go to the Duke. Henri hurts. Okay?”
“…No need.”
“Henri.”
“I said no need!”
Henri shouted and stubbornly turned his gaze away.
“Don’t tell anyone about what happened today.”
“Stubborn!”
“Mind your own business!”
Henri yelled angrily and moved away from me.
It wasn’t that I couldn’t understand the child’s feelings.
Abused children usually spend their lives either constantly reading others’ moods or growing up aggressive.
Trauma was such a difficult shackle to remove.
‘Even I, who have regressed countless times, can’t completely trust people because of past memories.’
I swallowed a sigh as I watched Henri walking away.
* * *
A grinding sound leaked from between Teramore’s teeth as he walked quickly down the corridor.
‘That crazy little bitch…!’
“What do you mean what. I caressed her with love, you bastard.”
Every time Leblaine’s expression as she said those words came to mind, rage boiled up inside him.
‘She wasn’t the Child of Fate, but a demon.’
The Temple must have sent down a demon disguised with the name plate of Child of Fate to monitor Dubbled.
None of them could be trusted just because they were children.
The look in her eyes as she stared at him.
Her cutting words.
And the overwhelming pressure that made his throat burn dry.
‘But do you think I’ll be defeated by the likes of you?’
Teramore’s eyes sank coldly.
Teramore knocked on the Duke’s office door.
“It’s Teramore, Your Excellency.”
Soon he heard permission to enter, and Teramore went into the room with an extremely agitated face.
In his impatience, he opened his mouth without even observing proper etiquette.
“Your Excellency, the Child of Fate is—”
“Grandpa!”
“…!”
Leblaine, who was sitting on the Duke’s lap, smiled brightly.
Teramore looked at the child in shock.
‘That little bitch already…!’
Moreover, Leblaine wasn’t the only one there. Viscount Misenk, several retainers from the Senate, and Adjutant North were also present.
The expressions looking at him were far from normal.
‘Did she already report that I laid hands on Henri?’
Viscount Misenk frowned and shouted.
“How could you do such a thing to your lord’s child…!”
Teramore desperately made excuses.
“Your Excellency, please listen to me first! For what reason would I do such a thing? This is all the Young Lady’s scheme.”
He showed the back of his hand as he made his excuse.
“The Young Lady is not just an ordinary child. She stabbed the back of my hand without hesitation and mocked me. Isn’t that suspicious? She was too smart from the beginning. Tattling about the Temple and Imperial Palace—”
“What on earth are you talking about?”
“I’m saying I’ve been wronged!”
Viscount Misenk looked at Teramore with an incredulous expression.
“We were discussing how you intimidated and frightened the Young Lady, who has become our lord’s daughter, over a minor mistake she made.”
“What?”
“How terrifyingly must you have scolded a child for one little mistake, that the Young Lady burst into tears the moment she saw me!”
“Th-that is…”
“And you did ‘such a thing’? What exactly did you do this time?”
Teramore flinched in panic. His trembling gaze swept around the room before meeting Leblaine’s eyes.
The corner of Leblaine’s mouth curved upward.
As if to say, ‘Did you think I told him about Henri?’
‘I’ve been had…!’
“Look forward to it, Grandpa. The Duke will soon find out about you abusing Henri.”
Those words had been a setup.
To make him impatient.
And by bringing Viscount Misenk, his sworn enemy, she prevented him from thinking clearly and made him defend himself about abusing Henri.
As Teramore’s face turned pale, Viscount Misenk pressed him again.
“I’m asking you. What did you do?”
“It was just a slip of the tongue.”
But no one believed those words.
Viscount Misenk spoke to the Duke.
“This is suspicious, Your Excellency. Unless it were something serious, would he be making excuses with such desperation? How can the Young Masters learn anything when their so-called teacher has such a guilty conscience?”
Even Viscount Misenk’s retainers joined in, shouting.
“An investigation is needed.”
“Unless his innocence is proven, we cannot entrust the Young Masters’ education to him.”
The Duke’s sharp gaze fell upon Teramore.
Teramore cried out desperately, “Y-Your Excellency!” but the Duke immediately ordered an investigation into Teramore.
* * *
Having finished their business, Viscount Misenk and the nobles under him left the room.
Teramore was still clinging to the Duke, protesting his innocence.
I jumped down from the Duke’s lap and followed Viscount Misenk. The Viscount who had come out to the corridor had an extremely pleased expression.
“Misenk Uncle.”
He turned to look at me.
“Yes, Young Lady.”
I tugged at Viscount Misenk’s collar with an innocent expression.
“Is Grandpa a bad person?”
“Teramore?”
He grinned and continued.
“Yes, that’s right. He’s a bastard who deserves to be beaten to death.”
“If a bad person is the teacher, what if Henri and Isaac become bad people too?”
“Don’t worry. This Karn Misengk will teach that bastard a lesson.”
Then he spoke with a pompous air.
“Tomorrow I plan to bring the nobles to the Imperial Palace and petition that the young masters’ lessons be suspended until their innocence is proven.”
I hid my true feelings and jumped up and down, exclaiming “Wow!”
‘Yes, don’t forget that.’
He seemed absolutely delighted with me for helping with this matter. His expression was completely goofy as he looked at me.
‘I’ve unexpectedly gained another ally.’
Since this was good for me, I smiled brightly at him.
After Viscount Misenk left with hearty laughter, Teramore came out of the Duke’s office.
‘Judging by his furious expression, the conversation didn’t go well?’
Teramore gritted his teeth when he spotted me.
“You…!”
He quickly looked around, then grabbed my arm and dragged me to a corner.
“Damn brat. Do you think I’ll just take this lying down?”
“Then what you gonna do?”
“I’ll report that you’re actually a demon sent by the Temple…!”
“Grandpa stupid?”
“What?”
“You admitting with your own mouth that you’re guilty, who gonna believe that?”
Obviously they’d think it was just nonsense to try to cover up this incident.
A grinding sound escaped from Teramore’s mouth.
“This damn…”
“How you know? My nickname was dog!”
I looked straight into Teramore’s eyes and spoke in a low voice.
“Touch me and I bite.”
“…!”
I continued with a bright smile.
“So let go. What if I chop off your other hand too?”
In my past life, I wandered the back alleys as a beggar. Threats from Teramore, who grew up pampered as a noble, don’t work on me.
The strength left Teramore’s hand. I casually waved at him and turned around, skipping away.
‘Ah, I’m going to sleep so well tonight.’
* * *
The next day, Viscount Misenk came to the Imperial Palace with nobles from early morning, demanding Teramore’s suspension from duty.
Teramore was a man who had become Henri and Isaac’s tutor through the power of the Senate.
Half of that Senate had now turned against Viscount Misenk.
From how things were going, it seemed the elder position would go to Viscount Misenk, so they were already trying to get in line.
As a natural consequence, Teramore’s position was precarious.
“Ch-Chairman… please!”
Using Teramore’s voice pleading with the Chairman as background music, I hummed as I walked down the corridor.
I was planning to go check on Henri’s condition.
The life of a noble young master is quite pitiful.
Instead of worrying about food and clothing, they had to worry about studying.
Even though lessons with Teramore had been suspended, I heard the two of them were sitting side by side in the study doing holiday homework from the Academy for the Gifted.
I peeked my face out from in front of the study door.
‘Huh? They’re not here…’
“What are you doing?”
“Kyaang!”
Startled by the voice from behind, I jumped up in shock.
As I pressed both hands firmly against my pounding heart and slowly turned my head, Isaac and Henri were looking at me.
“Why, why are you here? You’re not in the study.”
When I asked, Isaac showed me the book tucked under his arm.
“There was a book not in the study, so we went to the library. But why are you here?”
Isaac narrowed his eyes and suddenly thrust his face toward me.
“Were you trying to spy on us?”
“N-no!”
“Then?”
“…I was just trying to look.”
As I fidgeted with my hands while making excuses, Isaac’s eyebrows twitched.
“So, why.”
I glanced at Henri repeatedly.
‘If I say I came to see if he’s okay, he’ll get angry again, won’t he?’
As my answer was delayed because I was pondering what to do, Isaac muttered “Don’t tell me you…” and then shouted.
“You heard somewhere that today’s snack is cake.”
Huh…?
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