The Baby Raising A Devil - Chapter 212

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Chapter 212

“We can’t be certain if she’s truly the Child of God, so we need to get our hands on her… If we step forward, there will be those who mistake the child’s power. It would look like only Dubbled benefits from this.”

“Whether she’s real or not, we need that child. If she’s not, all the more reason. We must secure a sacrifice until the real Child of God arrives.”

“No matter how powerful Dubbled is, they won’t be able to easily handle the fact that the Child of Fate cut Marquis Schuheil’s lifeline. Let’s move quickly.”

“In truth, we’ve given the child too much freedom until now. If we had taken her under our wing, taught her doctrine, and made her walk the righteous path, a nine-year-old girl wouldn’t be this fearless. Only Marquis Schuheil ended up pitiful.”

“That’s right. The ‘righteous grace’ that God will bestow upon the human realm in the future must not fade due to shadows. The shadow is being overly arrogant. Even if she’s under Duke Dubbled’s protection, we need to teach her boundaries.”

Blasio, who had been watching the Cardinals’ conversation, added his words.

“Isn’t there a possibility that child is real?”

All at once, everyone at the round table looked at Blasio.

“Lord Blasio, please don’t muddy the argument. Have you forgotten that His Holiness the Pope saw the shadow!”

“But she manifested the mark. Has God’s mark ever been publicly revealed? If that child manifested a mark that only we know, then there’s sufficient possibility she’s real.”

“That’s…”

“Think about it. If Leblaine Dubbled is the ‘righteous grace,’ and His Holiness’s words are wrong, then we would be offering the righteous grace to the altar with our own hands. What mistake could be more painful than this?”

The Cardinals each groaned with confused expressions.

Until now, there hadn’t been a single Cardinal who believed Leblaine was truly the Child of Fate. Not until that child manifested God’s mark.

This confusion began from when that child manifested God’s mark.

God’s mark that had never been publicly revealed.

That mark which only the Pope’s most loyal followers among the Cardinals knew.

Something that a Child of the Evil God could never manifest.

The Pope, who claimed to have seen the ‘shadow’ representing the Evil God when evaluating the child, had been in seclusion since the child manifested God’s mark.

“Are you doubting His Holiness?”

“At this point, it means we must keep all possibilities open. In any case, I deeply agree that we need to secure the child’s safety on our side. Everything is for our God.”

Silence settled over the round table.

“…For our God.”

“For God.”

Even those with reluctant expressions bowed their heads.

* * *

There was no chaos like this chaos. Devout believers had set up camp in front of the estate, shouting that I should be punished for misusing God’s power.

“It seems the shrine has already made their move.”

Seria, who had come to report the situation to me, said while looking outside the window.

“What a good opportunity. If they play their cards right, they can get their hands on me and also bring down Dubbled’s annoying status, so they moved quickly. What’s Duke Marche’s reaction?”

“He’s being cautious. The nobles demanding Young Lady’s punishment requested Duke Marche’s support, but he’s keeping his words to himself.”

“Because we know that Marche’s invitation was from Ivan’s subordinate. It’s as good as having a weakness on him, so he won’t step forward easily.”

When I stood up while putting on my coat, Seria looked at me with a puzzled expression.

“Don’t tell me you’re planning to go out?”

“Yes. Our Cecilia’s final test is right around the corner, so I have to help.”

“You say you have a plan, but isn’t the progress too fast? I’m worried. No matter how much it’s for show, you used Divine Power during the Demon Realm Relay. While maintaining a demon. And your physical condition isn’t good either…”

“That’s exactly why I have to move even if it’s difficult. If my body recovers more here, I’ll be ‘connected’ to Storas again.”

If I assimilate with him like this, there would be nothing more dangerous than that.

What I hear, what I see, even my thoughts are shared, but I know nothing about the other side.

The situation was very disadvantageous for me.

“Seria, I’ll depart for the Imperial Palace, so you handle all the tasks I instructed by today. Looking at my condition, I think I’ll assimilate with Storas tomorrow, or as early as this evening.”

“Yes.”

Having said that, I left the room.

I got into the carriage and departed for the Imperial Palace with the employees seeing me off.

After receiving the title of ‘Precious Jewel’ from the Emperor, the palace entry procedures became simplified. I could pass through the castle gate just by briefly showing my face from inside the carriage.

When I arrived at the Imperial Palace and went to where the selection participants had gathered, the atmosphere was strange.

It was completely different from before.

“Young Lady…”

As soon as I entered the garden, Cecilia spotted me and approached. The expression of my aunt, who was with Cecilia, also didn’t look good.

“Little One, why aren’t you resting…”

“I’m fine.”

People know that I failed while trying to heal Marquis Schuheil, so they’re worried that I might have been shocked by the aftermath.

“Aunt, please go meet the Empress Dowager. I’ll stay with Cecilia for the final selection.”

“But…”

“Cecilia would be more comfortable that way too, right? Isn’t that right?”

At my words, Cecilia nodded slightly.

My aunt sighed and left the garden.

Cecilia, who had been watching my aunt’s retreating figure, asked quietly.

“Are you really okay?”

“Of course!”

When I smiled brightly, an unpleasant cough erupted from Francis Arabel’s direction, who had become a final candidate along with Cecilia.

“Is the Young Lady being okay the problem?”

A young girl of about 14 who was sitting with Francis spoke sharply.

Blake Arabel. She was Francis’s younger sister.

“Bla…”

Timid Francis tried to stop her sister, but Blake twisted her lips and said.

“Am I wrong? The Imperial Palace is facing the final selection. At a time like this, it’s not good for Sister either to have someone ominous who killed a person coming and going.”

“Stop it… What kind of commotion is this in such a delicate situation.”

Blake looked at her sister with narrowed eyes and pouted her lips.

“Why do only we have to be careful? Sister is also a final selection participant. That side isn’t even complete nobility, so we have the advantage, yet why is Sister being considerate of them?”

Francis didn’t know what to do and tightly grasped her pale hands.

Francis Arabel was a wise person. She accurately understood the situation.

The reason Francis made it to the final two instead of Lady Amboise, whom the Empress Dowager had been supporting, was because she was a timid and quiet person.

Someone who wouldn’t dare oppose Empress Yvonne.

The Imperial Consort couldn’t avoid the final selection, so instead she had set her sights on Francis as someone easy to manipulate.

‘But she failed to grasp the nature of Count Arabel’s house.’

Count Arabel always trembled like a mouse before a lion in front of Duke Marche, but in truth he was an extremely arrogant person.

He was the type who bowed his head before the strong, but was more vicious and despicable than anyone else toward the weak.

Just look at how he raised his youngest daughter Blake to see what kind of person he was.

‘It’s been a while since I’ve seen Blake.’

She took after her father exactly, acting like a tongue in one’s mouth before Mina, but she was a Young Lady who tormented me terribly.

Look. As soon as my godmother disappeared, she was spitting out sharp words at me when my situation looked bad.

“Bly, please stop. The Child of Fate was trying her best to help Marquis Schuheil in her own way…”

“It doesn’t really look that way, does it? That child just wanted to stand out. She wanted attention.”

“…”

“She even manifested the Divine Mark, so she must have wanted to show those people who call her fake. That she really is the Child of Fate who inherited God’s power. How ridiculous.”

Blake giggled mockingly.

Cecilia frowned at Blake, saying “Hey, Young Lady—” I quickly stopped Cecilia.

“It’s fine.”

“But…!”

“What is the final selection?”

“…A charity party.”

“When does it start?”

“I sent out invitations. I sent them to people Javelin knows well with her help, but whether they’ll come…”

They would probably be wary of Empress Yvonne’s reaction.

As I groaned “Hmm…” and nodded, Cecilia continued.

“Today I was invited to the Empress Dowager’s tea party along with Young Lady Arabel. Javelin said it would be good for me to go and meet people directly…”

For a charity party, they would probably rank based on the charitable funds raised by the hosts or the number of people who attended the party.

‘Right, Cecilia has never participated in social events, so it would be good for her to go and show her face directly.’

If those invited to the Empress Dowager’s tea party judged that Cecilia would be an excellent means to check Empress Yvonne, then those who opposed Yvonne would move.

If they had no choice but to be wary of Empress Yvonne’s reaction, it would be better to target those people.

“When is the tea party?”

“It starts soon. I was just thinking of heading to the Empress Dowager’s Palace now.”

“Let’s go!”

I took Cecilia’s hand. Just as we were about to leave the garden, I made eye contact with Francis, who was also heading to the Empress Dowager’s Palace.

Francis hurriedly bowed her head, and I nodded slightly in acknowledgment before leaving the garden first.

The Empress Dowager’s Palace was already bustling with activity.

Several leaders of the social circle who had good relationships with the Empress Dowager were in attendance.

‘My godmother must have won over the Empress Dowager in advance.’

The Empress Dowager’s tea parties were always small gatherings, but this time there were quite a few guests. And mostly those with loose tongues had attended.

I whispered to Cecilia at the entrance to the Empress Dowager’s party venue.

“You don’t need to be arrogant, but you can’t act timid either. You need to show that you’ll be an excellent means to check Empress Yvonne.”

“I received instructions from Javelin.”

“Fortunately, quite a few Noble Ladies who have good relationships with my godmother are here. I greeted them with my godmother before, and they looked favorably upon me, so they’ll treat Cecilia kindly too.”

“Thank you.”

“Now go inside─ Ah!”

Thud!

Someone pushed my shoulder and entered the party venue.

As I lost my balance and fell on my bottom, Blake’s cheerful voice reached my ears.

“I greet you, Seonjin. To be invited to such an occasion is an honor, such an honor… Oh my. How careless of me.”

Blake glanced at me with a contemptuous look.

“Are you alright?”

…This is really.

At the party venue, besides the shrewd Noble Ladies, there were also young Princesses and Young Masters like their grandchildren, daughters, and sons.

Since Blake treats High Society like her own home, they all seemed acquainted with her and approached her.

“Good heavens…”

Mocking gazes poured down on me as I sat collapsed.

I swallowed a bitter laugh.

High Society is, no matter what anyone says, a world of survival of the fittest.

Since they think I failed at healing and my status has fallen, there are so many trying to devour me.

“Miss, are you alright?”

Cecilia looked at me with a worried expression, and I stood up while holding her hand.

These young beasts who prioritize personal rise and fall over Dubbled’s power couldn’t hide their sneers as they looked at me.

‘So this is how they’re playing it?’

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