The Baby Raising A Devil - Chapter 205

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Chapter 205

“I’ll give it to Uncle.”

[You wench─!!]

As Storas let out an angry roar, the ground shook and a gust of wind swept into the room. The curtains flapped wildly.

For a moment, Taylor frowned and looked toward the window, muttering, “An earthquake?”

I didn’t avoid Storas’s blazing eyes and spoke to Taylor.

“However, the ownership of that grass belongs to me. As well as the distribution rights for any medicine made from Meria Grass.”

“…You’re more ruthless than your adoptive father. People would call that kind of thing a slave contract.”

I glanced at Taylor and said.

“Too bad the Empire has no laws to govern such contracts. So, are you refusing?”

“No.”

Taylor looked at me intently and curved his lips into a smirk.

“Fine. Let’s do that. Give me the Meria Grass.”

The contract seal between Taylor and me glowed red.

[This damn…! You’ll regret choosing another hand for generations to come!]

Storas let out a scream-like shout and flew up. Seeing him disappear like dust, I shrugged my shoulders.

After that, I returned Taylor to the mansion and left the room.

The first thing I did after leaving the room was to secretly contact Seria.

“Seria, bring the grass I mentioned before to the mansion.”

[The grass you mean… Ah, yes. I understand.]

After hearing Seria’s response, I went to find Marchioness Suhail and her son Edgar.

“How did it go, Young Lady? Can my husband be saved…!”

The Marchioness grasped my hands and pleaded desperately.

“Please calm down, Marchioness. Your husband will recover safely. Perhaps we won’t even need to amputate his leg.”

“What?”

As the Marchioness’s face brightened, Edgar Suheil frowned and asked.

“How can you be so certain of that?”

“Well, that is…”

I know where the Meria Grass is, and with it we can make antibiotics, and perhaps Taylor might even be able to create something more amazing.

‘─But I can’t say that.’

Rolling my eyes, I clasped both hands gracefully over my chest.

“Somehow it feels like someone is whispering to me. That I can help His Excellency…”

As I looked around with dreamy eyes, Edgar let out a hollow laugh.

“Do you think that makes any sense─”

“Edgar.”

The Marchioness stopped her son with one hand and spoke to me.

“We can’t trust the doctors or the priests. The only person we can rely on is you, Young Lady.”

At the Marchioness’s words, I smiled brightly.

People turn to God in their worst moments.

I glanced at Edgar, and he bit down hard on the soft flesh inside his mouth and turned his head away.

Right, what can you do when the Child of Fate has heard God’s voice?

‘Ah, the Child of Fate title is really helpful.’

Mina, please come as late as possible so I can make full use of the Child of Fate title. Actually, you don’t have to come at all. You always longed for your original world anyway.

I smiled cheerfully and took the Marchioness’s hand.

“I’ll do my best. Please don’t lose hope, my lady.”

“Oh, Young Lady….”

The Marchioness choked up.

* * *

My brothers and I returned to the mansion.

Taylor, who usually didn’t care whether I came or went, was waiting for me in the central courtyard.

“So when are we going to find the herb? Using long-distance teleportation won’t take too long, but searching deep in the mountains will take at least three or four days….”

“We’re not going though?”

“What?”

Taylor frowned deeply and said.

“Our contract was that you would give me Maria herb, and I would save Marquis Schuheil.”

At those words, Henri and Isaac, as well as Johan who had just come down to the central courtyard looking for us after returning home, all looked at me.

Johan looked at me and asked.

“Contract?”

Isaac quickly grabbed my wrist. The brothers who saw the contract mark with Taylor were shocked.

“Are you crazy? Little One, do you even know how dangerous a ‘contract’ is? If the contract isn’t properly fulfilled, everyone involved will suffer terribly!”

When Isaac shouted, Henri pushed him away with a stern face.

“Maria herb. How on earth are you going to find a legendary herb that only appears in myths?”

Johan gave orders to the knights guarding the central courtyard.

“Assemble the Knight Order. We’ll search through all the recorded parts in the myths.”

Henri looked at Johan.

“We have to go to Enox Mountain. The myths say it’s an herb that grows on Enox Mountain─”

“What! Enox Mountain is in the Marche Duchy! Ah, damn it. Can we get permission to enter the duchy before Marquis Schuheil dies?!”

Isaac, who had shouted, exclaimed “Ah!” and pointed at Henri.

“Let’s sacrifice our little brother. Duke Marche’s youngest daughter is unmarried. If little brother becomes his son-in-law, we can go to the Marche Duchy!”

“…Lady Marche is thirteen years older than me.”

“What does that matter? Little One is bound by a contract! If something goes wrong, her skin could melt or she could lose her sight!”

Johan chimed in.

“If it’s just a temporary engagement…”

They must be crazy!

I squeezed between my brothers who were spouting nonsense and pushed back against them as they huddled together.

“No, I said you don’t have to go!”

“What?”

“What did you say, little one?”

“Huh?”

I put both hands on my hips and shouted.

“Meria Grass is nearby!”

Just then, Hans, Duke, and Seto, who Seria had sent, arrived. I held out what I had received from them and said.

“This is Meria Grass, you idiots!”

My brothers and Taylor frowned when they saw what was in my hand.

Taylor took the Meria Grass from my hand and examined it. Then he looked at me with a completely bewildered expression.

“Isn’t this a mushroom?”

“Yes.”

“It’s a mushroom, not grass.”

“Ah, that’s what I’m saying.”

Everyone couldn’t find it because they were focusing only on the ‘grass’ part of Meria Grass like Taylor. Meria Grass is just a mushroom whose name happens to be ‘Meria Grass.’

“That’s Meria Grass. ‘Grass’ is just Maria’s surname. Just like how I’m Leblaine ‘Dubbled,’ her name was Maria ‘Grass.'”

The mushroom dropped from Taylor’s hand with a thud.

* * *

I sat side by side with Father on the sofa, looking at the annexes that had lights on late into the night.

Father had given Taylor the annexes. Instead, he stationed three wolf squads by his side so he couldn’t escape.

I rested both hands on my chin and stared intently at Taylor’s shadow flickering inside the window.

“He’s really diligent…”

When I muttered, Father, who had been checking documents, glanced at me.

“What is?”

“Uncle. If you just look at him, he’s the worst person in the world, right? He conducted so many human experiments, harmed his brothers, and they say he killed all the people invited to the banquet on the Previous Duke’s orders. But it’s strange that he’s so diligent with medical arts.”

I blinked and continued speaking.

“Medical arts is about saving people. It’s strange that someone who has killed so many people until now is so diligent about saving lives… Ah.”

As I was muttering, I suddenly realized something and nodded my head.

Father looked at me as if asking what was wrong.

“Uncle might not be such a bad person after all.”

“Why do you think that?”

“Since he’s killed many people so far, maybe he wants to compensate by saving more people?”

Father turned his eyes back to the documents and answered.

“Compensation doesn’t bring the dead back to life.”

“That’s right….”

“Did the dead person who killed me perhaps wish for Taylor to save countless other lives to compensate the world.”

“…No.”

“Then it’s just self-consolation. What you’ve done wrong doesn’t change. Don’t give reasons to villains. Don’t pity them.”

“Not even to Father? And shouldn’t we give reasons to me, my brothers, and all the villains of Dubbled? Shouldn’t we pity them?”

“Yes. That’s the price we must bear for choosing a different path from others.”

When I hung my head dejectedly, Father gently placed his hand on top of my head.

“Leblaine. There are various values in this world. Justice, righteousness, goodwill. Things like that.”

“I know.”

“What makes them valuable?”

“…What?”

“Because they’re difficult. Returning money that fell before your eyes to its owner, sacrificing for countless people, turning away from desire—these are actually more difficult than anything else.”

“Yes….”

“We chose easier means than others. We steal from others, sometimes threaten with lives, and don’t hesitate to threaten others’ peace to protect ourselves.”

“….”

“Not being able to justify our means is the weight of what we carry.”

“…Isn’t that too lonely?”

“That’s also the price I must pay.”

I hugged Father’s waist tightly.

“Still, I love you, Father.”

Father froze completely. Looking at me pouting with a dejected expression, Father carefully cupped my cheek.

“That’s enough.”

When I stood on the sofa and hugged Father’s neck, he very, very carefully stroked my back.

“You can say you love me! I’ll listen!”

“…Yes.”

Father was a pitiful villain who simply couldn’t say he loved me.

The words he managed to squeeze out with all his effort were just a dry “Yes,” but now I know.

How much affection is contained in that brief word.

I giggled and rubbed my face against his neck.

* * *

The next morning.

Taylor covered his haggard face with his palm.

‘This is more troublesome than I thought.’

He knew better than anyone that making antibiotics wouldn’t be accomplished in one night, but the progress was too slow.

Just then, he heard the sound of a door opening.

“Hey. I told you not to come into the laboratory….”

He who was muttering startled and lowered his hand. It was a familiar footstep.

“What’s going on here, Theodore.”

Theodore, who had been looking at him with expressionless eyes, placed something on the desk.

It was documents densely filled with writing and a money pouch.

“…What’s this.”

“Documents from the Previous Duke and Valois’s library. They might help with your experiment, so check them.”

“…You’re showing me such kindness? Did the sun rise in the west? Did you have some change of heart? Huh?”

At the sarcastic words, Theodore spoke arrogantly.

“Because my daughter loves me.”

“…What?”

“I want to do anything that child wants. Showing kindness to a damn enemy is nothing.”

He grabbed Taylor’s chin as he spoke.

“Live. Marquis Schuheil.”

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