The Baby Raising A Devil - Chapter 208

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Chapter 208

‘That crazy bastard!’

I wondered why it was so quiet, but it seems he was waiting for this moment.

Storas was definitely more vile than other demons—no, he was truly demonic in his cunning.

After summoning Storas, except for my outing to Suheil House, I had been with people who knew I could summon demons.

It meant I was in an environment where I could summon Pur to counter any attack from Storas.

But here, there were too many watching eyes. Moreover, this was a gathering of children from the most powerful noble families.

If I summoned Pur, word would definitely spread.

Since the shrine knew of Pur’s existence, they would quickly realize he was a demon. Then it wouldn’t be difficult for them to deduce that I was behind the incidents that caused the Neriad faith to lose its standing.

‘Before Mina even arrives, my identity as the Child of the Evil God would be exposed.’

It was a despicable method that neither Bune nor Pur could have imagined.

I gritted my teeth.

Isaac and Henri alternately looked at me, who had gone pale, and the mid-air I was staring at.

Having been attacked by Glashalabolas before, they seemed to have realized this was the work of a demon.

“Little One, this is…!”

When I nodded at Isaac’s words, Henri’s face hardened.

“First, let’s get them to the Safety Zone—”

“Don’t talk to me right now!”

Storas and I could share thoughts.

If I heard anything from them, it would be transmitted directly to Storas as well.

Henri, quickly understanding my meaning, closed his mouth.

Around that time, retainers, knights, and Father and Johan burst into the Grand Reception Room, searching for the source of the loud noise.

The reception room was in chaos.

Young ladies and young lords, startled by the sudden earthquake, were trembling and cowering.

“Youngest!”

“Leblaine!”

Father and Johan rushed toward me.

Father, like Henri and Isaac, had also been attacked by Glashalabolas before, so he easily deduced this was the work of a demon.

Henri hurriedly mobilized employees and knights to protect the students.

And Father, Johan, and Isaac surrounded me while the students were being helped out of the reception room by the knights.

“Location.”

Father asked me.

“Three o’clock direction. About 2 meters from the floor.”

A mana sphere formed in front of Father’s eyes and flew toward Storas.

However, Storas dodged Father’s attack by slightly twisting his body, and the mana sphere struck the wall directly.

Bang—!!

With a thunderous roar, part of the wall collapsed.

“He dodged to the right!”

Next was Henri.

Activation seals appeared on the floor as small mana orbs poured out in succession.

Storas lightly erected a barrier to block Henri’s attack.

Isaac leaped off the sofa and thrust his sword tip toward where the mana was condensed.

In an instant, cracks appeared in Storas’s barrier. Though faint, they were visible enough for ordinary people to see.

“I can see it!”

When Iri, who had come with the knights, shouted, the archers shot arrows infused with aura.

As aura arrows continuously pierced through the small cracks, Storas’s barrier disappeared with a bursting sound.

“He retreated backward, 11 o’clock direction!”

Bang─!

“15 centimeters to the right from that spot!”

Crash─!

Following my instructions, aura-infused blades and condensed mana exploded against Storas.

[Well done, yes! Attack! Kill that stupid bastard!]

Etoile hidden in my clothes grew hot as Pur’s excited voice reached me.

I wiped my cold, sweating hands on my skirt hem.

Just a little more.

I need to press Storas hard enough that he can’t attack. Once the students safely reach the evacuation shelter, I can bring out Pur─

‘No, if I think about it…!’

Just when I thought Storas’s lips curved into a smile as our eyes met, a crimson energy condensation flew from his hand toward the door connected to the corridor leading to the evacuation shelter.

The wall collapsed with a thunderous roar.

Massive debris fell toward Edgar, who was moving below.

“No!”

Someone’s anguished scream echoed.

* * *

Edgar, who had been crouched with one arm wrapped around his body, slowly lowered his hand.

Strange.

‘It doesn’t hurt.’

When he opened his closed eyes, a small shadow was cast over his head.

“…Young Lady.”

“Are you okay?”

“…Yes.”

Bright red blood was dripping down Leblaine’s forehead, drop by drop.

“Leblaine─!”

The faces of the Dubbled men, who had looked like monsters stained with desire, turned pale all at once.

Theodore and Henri who had been dealing with the demon, Isaac, Johan who had been guiding the students, and even the knights and employees all rushed over without a moment’s hesitation.

They frantically cleared away the debris and lifted out the small body that had been trapped underneath.

“Leblaine… Please stay conscious. You can’t lose consciousness….”

Henri, who was always rational as if he knew all the right answers, repeated like a parrot that she must not lose consciousness.

“Ah, a doctor, a doctor… Someone, please─!”

Isaac’s desperate cry pierced through his ears.

The beautiful dress was stained with blood, and the child’s body went limp.

Edgar stared blankly at Leblaine being carried away. Everything felt surreal. Only the sensation of blood was vivid.

Why did that child save me?

And, why….

“Ah, ahh.”

A maid covered her mouth with trembling hands, confirmed her own safety, and collapsed to the floor.

Those eyes were similar to Theodore Dubbled’s.

The look in his eyes as he held Leblaine in his arms, unable to say even a single word, just opening and closing his mouth.

That monster of a man, whom he had declared to be a terrible murderer, crouched most pitifully in the world while holding his limp daughter.

Unable to even let out a groan, like a fool… like a fool.

That maid was similar to him.

It was similar to his mother’s eyes, who always watched over him on dark nights, similar to his father’s eyes, who always gave him his share of cold water in midsummer, and similar to his parents’ eyes when they looked at him after he had suffered from fever for three whole days and finally opened his eyes.

‘Why are you looking at me like that.’

He wanted to ask so badly.

The ice-cold fingertips that barely touched the boy’s cheek were trembling.

Only after confirming once again that he was safe did Linda come to her senses and crawl toward Leblaine.

Leblaine, who had been laid on the floor, barely managed to grasp her ice-cold hand that felt as if it had fallen into a desolate place filled only with silence.

“I saved him, Linda’s precious person….”

The child smiled brightly.

“Linda always saved me, so this time, I protected Linda’s precious person.”

“Little One….”

“I like Linda. So….”

“Little One!”

Linda wailed as she held the child who had closed her eyes.

‘So give Linda to me. I’m sorry, but I like Linda the most!’

Her daily life was colorless.

Betrayed by the man she loved, her barely born child taken away, what remained was just an empty shell with only a vile false name.

She lived because she couldn’t die. She knew that living rather than dying would be revenge against those who had stolen her life.

What saved her was a small girl around the same age as her own child.

A girl wearing oversized clothes that didn’t fit her body.

The Child of Fate put forward by the shrine that had helped the man who took her child away from her.

A hateful girl who reminded her of her own child.

From the beginning, she hadn’t liked Leblaine. She hated how the child reminded her of her own child to the point of disgust.

She bathed and fed her as her master ordered, but that was all. She never tried to properly care for her.

I had my own child taken away just because I wasn’t a noble, yet how lucky was that child who was born a commoner but sent to the Duke’s house.

Looking at her made me so angry that my hatred toward the world flowed into an innocent child, and sometimes I did terrible things.

On days when I was in charge, I would sometimes lock her in her room and only provide meals.

“I want to drink water… I’m sorry. Water…”

Sometimes I would throw a glass of water at the child who was reading my mood with cold eyes and leave to kill time.

But she would always follow me whenever she saw me.

Wearing oversized clothes, unable to keep up with an adult’s pace and falling down several times, yet she always followed behind me.

Even in moments when life felt so tiresome that I wanted to end everything.

“Excuse me. There are pretty flowers.”

“…”

“Because Linda might need flowers right now.”

How could I not love such a child?

How could I not love you?

This child was salvation.

It was amazing how she changed as much as the affection I gave her, making me want to live one more day.

It was nice to see her appearance, which had been like a scrawny pony, gradually change, making me think maybe I should braid her hair tomorrow, so maybe I should live until tomorrow.

My completely colorless daily life gradually found its colors.

The color of the child’s hair.

The color of her eyes.

The color of her ribbon.

And the color of the nameless wildflowers she would give me saying ‘Linda likes this.’

How could you be so kind? Having already saved my life, how could my breath be so lovely as I throw my body to you out of gratitude for your affection.

Linda held the child’s hand in her arms and wept silently. Endlessly, endlessly.

* * *

I groaned and tossed my body.

‘Ugh!’

The moment I tossed, my back hurt as if it would tear apart.

‘As if it would tear? No, it might have actually torn! Damn Storas!’

Grinding my teeth, I opened my eyes.

“…Ah.”

The surroundings were packed with people.

“…”

“…”

I looked at Father in front of me and giggled, hehe.

“Did you sleep well?”

“….”

Isaac, who was beside Father, ground his teeth with a crunch.

“Hello? Did you just say hello? You idiot!”

He smacked me on the head.

“Ow!”

“Who told you to throw your body around! What are you, some Hero? A champion? Just protect yourself!”

Isaac shouted with a hardened face.

Since this was the first time I’d seen him this angry, I rubbed my forehead sheepishly and said.

“I’m sorry….”

“Do you even know? How much I…!”

“But Sto… I mean, what about that thing? What happened to it?”

Since I couldn’t say Demon, I mumbled vaguely, and Henri sighed before speaking.

“It disappeared.”

‘Ah. Since it was assimilated with me, it disappeared when my condition wasn’t good.’

Thinking that, I clicked my tongue, tsk.

‘If I’d known this would happen, I should have just rammed into the wall and fainted… Wait.’

A lightbulb flashed on in my head.

“Anyway Little One, you’re in big trouble! I was planning to give you a huge punishment when you woke up…!”

“I got a good idea.”

“What?”

“…I need to get revenge.”

When I grinned and raised the corners of my mouth, everyone looked puzzled.

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