The Baby Raising A Devil - Chapter 203

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Chapter 203

[I am the thirty-sixth pillar, Storas. Who is the one who summoned me?]

After looking around at the people, he fixed his gaze on me holding Etoile.

[Abandoned daughter of God. You are with something unpleasant.]

Then Etoile glowed and Pur burst out.

[How dare you call me unpleasant when you’re just a minion of the impure!]

[Even after centuries pass, your stupidity never improves. It’s truly lamentable. To still be unable to read the times, your head is even more useless than Bune’s.]

[How dare you compare me to Bune. My fire will not forgive you!]

[I’ll let you taste killing intent blacker than despair.]

As I quietly watched their fight, Etoile glowed once more and Cheolsu’s voice was heard.

[There’s a disease like that in the world I lived in too.]

‘Disease?’

[It’s chuunibyou.]

I didn’t know what kind of disease that was, but Storas and Pur’s way of speaking was definitely not normal.

Pur and Storas were glaring at each other as if they would tear each other apart. Now dark energy was rippling along the outlines of their bodies, and seeing that, I was startled and stepped between them.

“Stop, stop.”

If those two fought, the office would be destroyed.

‘How much did I pay for this building?’

Pur groaned and backed away.

[To be bound by a mere human. You haven’t grown at all since Ivan’s time. How foolish.]

Pur gritted his teeth and looked at Storas.

[He is one who follows the Creator. What’s wrong with me helping him… Gah!]

Before Pur could finish speaking, flames erupted from his body.

“Pur!”

I shouted and tried to grab him, but he turned to ash and disappeared before I could.

When my face turned pale, fortunately Pur’s gem that occupied one end of Etoile glowed. It seemed he had safely returned to Etoile.

But there was no answer to the question of whether he was okay. As if the communication had been cut off.

[He broke the rules, so he must be punished accordingly. That guy won’t be able to communicate with you for a while.]

“Rules? Are you saying rules exist for demons?”

Storas raised an eyebrow slightly. As if telling me to figure it out myself.

‘What exactly are these rules? The other demons never told me about this. …No, maybe they couldn’t.’

They couldn’t tell me about it.

Because they were being restricted like Pur.

Then how is Storas able to talk about it?

[You’re nothing but a servant of the corrupt one…!]

Remembering Pur’s words, I approached Storas and said.

“Even among demons, they’re divided between those who follow the Evil God and those who follow God Neriad. Those who follow the Evil God are being restricted. Because the Evil God was defeated by God Neriad. Right?”

[You’re a cleverer little one than I thought.]

Come to think of it, it was strange.

I couldn’t make Paimon into a familiar, but Pur could be made into a familiar if I wanted.

‘Because Pur is a demon who follows the Evil God, and I’m the Child of the Evil God.’

Demons who follow the Evil God can be made into familiars even if the demon himself doesn’t want it.

People who couldn’t see demons looked at me with puzzled faces.

“Young Lady, is there something over there?”

“…Yes.”

“You succeeded in summoning!”

When Seria spoke with a delighted face, Trigon also stirred his body as if excited.

“Then please quickly ask about the special ability.”

“Getting a special ability seems like it’ll be difficult. I can’t make him into a familiar, and seeing how he’s telling me all sorts of things, his wish must be quite difficult.”

[You really are a clever child.]

Storas smirked, raising the corner of his mouth.

I sighed and asked.

“So what is your wish?”

As soon as I asked, his body glowed red. Soon he became an owl and flew up, landing on the windowsill.

“Erase all traces of that bitch I want to tear apart from the Human Realm.”

The people who could finally see the demon exchanged puzzled glances.

‘That bitch he wants to tear apart?’

I furrowed my brow and asked.

“What are these traces?”

“Meria Grass.”

“Haven’t you found any clues about Meria Grass yet?”

That Meria Grass I used to intimidate Taylor?

This is how it all connects?

“Then you’re saying the woman Storas resents so much is the goddess Meria?”

“The things of this era are truly laughable. Do you call a mere prophet a goddess?”

“She’s not a goddess?”

“That woman is one who was given light by God to benefit the world. A prophet. A foolish one who wasted divine power on creating mere grass.”

Seria, who had been listening to my conversation with Storas, spoke up.

“Isn’t Meria Grass a legendary medicinal herb? How could you…”

“I know where it is.”

“Then that’s fortunate.”

“It’s not fortunate…”

When I frowned, people widened their eyes as if asking why, and I clutched my head.

‘That’s the grass that can make antibiotics!’

In the future, antibiotics become commonly used medicine for everyone. Not because they’re cheap drugs with poor effects, but because their utility is so excellent that they’re used very commonly.

In this era, countless people die from colds. That’s because they easily develop into pneumonia, and antibiotics suppress secondary infections.

The reason people with sword wounds die is also largely due to secondary infections.

A drug that not only suppresses secondary infections but is also effective against bacterial diseases.

It’s such a precious medicine that some say medicine can be divided into before and after the invention of antibiotics.

Seeing me groaning in distress, the chairman, who noticed that Meria Grass was very important, asked.

“First, ask about the special ability. If the ability is useless, then that demon’s wish doesn’t even need to be put on the scale, does it?”

Right, exactly!

When I looked at Storas, he glowed again and transformed into a tall, handsome man with graceful lines, sitting on the windowsill.

He slowly pulled up the corners of his mouth.

“I know all the knowledge you need. Even very special things that Paimon doesn’t know.”

“Special things?”

“I’ll tell you about the spirit stones that can summon demons and their abilities.”

“Don’t tell me the Temple’s prior acquisition of the Demon Passage was also…”

“My power.”

I glanced around at the people.

“We don’t really need something like antibiotics, right? Let’s try to survive with willpower, humanity.”

“I don’t know what this anti… biotic thing is, but isn’t it an extremely important medicine for humanity?”

“But I need that special ability!”

When I pouted like a child throwing a tantrum, people looked at me with incredulous expressions.

* * *

After returning to the mansion, I pressed both hands to my temples and pondered.

‘I can eliminate the Maria Pool now. But if I do, the precious antibiotics will be gone…’

It felt like the Leblaine from my first life with angel horns and the current Leblaine with demon horns were fighting in my head.

How many people would die without antibiotics? Think of them.

There are healing methods here with similar effects even without antibiotics. You can receive purification from priests.

Do you know how expensive it is to receive purification from priests? Commoners couldn’t afford a single purification even if they worked their entire lives. Without antibiotics, they’ll die without any help.

What do strangers matter? Your family and friends can receive purification from priests.

“What’s wrong, Little One? Why are you like that?”

While I was agonizing intensely, Isaac’s voice reached me.

I sighed and rested my cheek against the desk.

“I have something to worry about… But Isaac, why are you wearing formal attire?”

“I’m going to visit someone who’s sick.”

“Isaac is going to visit someone sick?”

Not going to kill them?

When I narrowed my eyes, Isaac frowned, saying “Somehow Little One’s gaze feels unpleasant…”

Henri, who lightly tapped the top of his head, said:

“Marquis Schuheil is dying.”

“Marquis Schuheil who was Duke Marche’s lackey? You mean Edgar’s father, Isaac’s friend?”

Isaac said “He’s not my friend,” but Henri nodded.

“They say his legs need to be amputated due to the aftereffects of torture.”

“Didn’t he receive purification from priests?”

“He did, but he’s still in that state.”

Isaac shrugged.

I held my chin and muttered.

“…The purification didn’t work.”

“That could be it…”

Henri spoke ambiguously, trailing off.

“Or?”

“It could be the shrine cutting ties. Someone like Marquis Schuheil would have called high-ranking priests, so there’s no way purification wouldn’t work.”

“He must have done all the shrine’s dirty work under Duke Marche. Edgar must be upset… Anyway, have a safe trip.”

Isaac tilted his head.

“Little One, you need to go too.”

“Why me?”

“The Marchioness invited you. She probably wants to grasp at any straw, hoping her husband’s illness might improve if the Child of Fate blessed by God is nearby.”

Marquis Schuheil being tortured was partly because of me.

Duke Marche had targeted Dubbled and pointed to Johan as the culprit in the noble assault incident.

To save Johan, I framed Marquis Schuheil.

Since he was one of the people who falsely accused Johan, it was also for revenge.

‘But if they’re calling me, he must really be dying…’

Henri draped an overcoat over my shoulders and said:

“Young lords and ladies our age are gathering at the Schuheil Marquis House. Going will help you build connections.”

“Really? Then let’s go see…”

I nodded and followed them out.

The Schuheil Marquis House was more splendid than I had expected. Well, excluding Father and the Marche Ducal House, he was counted among the wealthy, so it made sense.

When I entered the reception room, just as Henri had said, young princes and princesses were gathered there.

‘Amazing… There was a reason Henri wanted to come.’

The Eldest Son of Marquis Herington.

The Only Son of Count Tenedomor.

The Youngest Son of the Magic Tower Master.

And the Youngest Cardinal Candidate.

‘They even sent someone from the Temple?’

Boys with outstanding appearances looked at me with sharp eyes.

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