The Baby Raising A Devil - Chapter 218

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Chapter 218

That afternoon, at Dubbled Territory.

“How admirable and proud!”

“Dubbled’s lucky charm!”

“Sunshine!”

“Little darling!”

Enthusiastic cheers poured out from the retainers and administrators. I arrogantly lifted my chin up.

“I know that too.”

Today I deserve such praise!

Laughter burst out from the sofa area at my shameless behavior. It was my brothers.

“The commoners often became tenant farmers for nobles because they lacked land, but this is fortunate.”

“The first year after purifying land always brings a good harvest. Next year we’ll really be able to eat our fill.”

Henri and Isaac praised me, and Johan patted my head.

Viscount Dubois and North were almost in tears.

Every year, massive relief funds flowed out of Dubbled.

When commoners became tenant farmers for nobles, they had to pay excessive interest to the nobles, so even with tenant farming, there wasn’t much left over.

Even so, they couldn’t punish nobles who had legally acquired tenant farmers, and the number of tenant farmers increased year by year.

The cause was the shortage of farmland.

Dubbled owned the largest territory in the Empire, but most of it was diseased land damaged by combat magic, so farmland was scarce.

Solving the farmland shortage would not only reduce relief funds, but also prevent countless citizens from suffering in agony.

The problem that Viscount Dubois and North had been wracking their brains over every year was now solved.

‘And on top of that…’

The butler approached and whispered to me.

“A message from Lady Javelin. Lady Cecilia’s charity party is fully booked.”

“What about Francis Arabel?”

“As you instructed, we made Francis Arabel’s party just for show and had it end early using illness as an excuse. Well… even if it hadn’t been your instruction, with Count Arabel’s house in that state, the party couldn’t have been successful anyway.”

Cecilia’s selection was practically confirmed.

The amount Hope Trading Company supported Count Arabel with was 20,000 francs.

With just 20,000 francs, I secured land scheduled for a good harvest next year and Cecilia’s position as Imperial Consort.

‘I thought this selection would cost at least two more gold coins, but I saved money!’

I giggled and slurped my orange juice.

And a few days later, the final selection announcement was made at the Imperial Palace.

The name recorded at the very bottom was Cecilia Beryl Luerg.

Together with the name of the sister she loved so dearly, Cecilia would hold her investiture ceremony.

* * *

There was a party at Dubbled. The party to celebrate Cecilia’s selection, who had registered with Dubbled, lasted for three days.

I looked at the most lavishly decorated wreath that had been delivered first among all the wreaths and smiled wickedly.

“Where did that come from?”

At the butler’s question, I flicked a petal with my fingertip and answered.

“Empress Yvonne.”

“The Imperial Consort? She must have been deeply bitter inside. They say the Emperor was greatly angered by this recent rumor.”

“Of course the Emperor would be angry. He was threatened by Empress Yvonne. But would he miss the opportunity to crush her? The Imperial Consort can’t avoid Cecilia’s selection after this incident, so she chose a different method instead.”

“You mean Young Lady.”

“Cecilia is someone who can’t do anything without Dubbled anyway. She figured that if she could get me, the daughter Duke Dubbled loves, into her hands, it wouldn’t be difficult to keep Cecilia in check.”

“Congratulations. You’ve captured both Imperial Consorts.”

I grinned and looked around the party venue.

The guests were packed so tightly there was no room to step.

Dubbled, which possessed the most wealth on the continent.

Iri, the Empire’s finest magical knight order composed of outstanding knights.

The fleet obtained through Valois.

The exclusively owned Spinel through Hope Trading Company, water sources that would remain unshaken by any drought, and long-distance teleportation circles that would serve as the foundation for superior military power.

On top of that, the Child of Fate who received the affection of the Imperial Family.

Wherever I walked, nobles bowed their heads in droves.

Dubbled’s power had reached the pinnacle of the continent.

‘The first preparation is complete.’

I smiled brightly as I watched the nobles approaching in groups.

“Young Lady, it’s been a long time.”

“How troubled you must have been by those terrible false rumors. Don’t worry. We’ve disciplined those who criticized Young Lady so they won’t be able to raise their heads for a while.”

“Young Lady, this is my son who is studying abroad in a foreign country. Delfasa, hurry and greet her.”

That’s when it happened.

Etoile in my pocket grew hot and Storas appeared floating in the air.

[Foolish wench, when your body recovers I’ll return, yet you’ve gathered people together once again.]

‘I knew you’d come, you bastard!’

I clapped my hands sharply.

As soon as I gave the signal, all the lights in the hall went out and the constellation-shaped lights installed outside the window shone brightly.

“Wow─!”

“My goodness, how beautiful!”

As soon as everyone’s attention turned toward the window, Pur burst out and blocked Storas who was trying to approach me.

‘I fully anticipated that you’d target places where people gather again.’

Since I anticipated it, I prepared for it.

Sparks crackled and fizzled from Pur’s body. Pur, who had received divine power transmitted from Adrian far away at the frontier and was fully charged with power from mana stones, smiled wickedly.

[Th, this… How!]

It meant how I could specifically target one of the summoned demons and channel power to it.

‘Did you think I’d suck up to the Cardinal just because I was crazy? I built these connections in preparation for times like this.’

While Storas was away, I learned how to control divine power from Cardinal Blasio.

Of course, I had previously followed the divine power training that the mages of Dubbled developed for me. But the training methods that the shrine had independently developed over a thousand years were completely different from the mages’ teachings.

And I realized something. The lessons I received from the shrine in my previous life were actually just scratching the surface.

[This demonic…!]

‘Thanks for the compliment.’

Then another piece of shit I had prepared for Storas was revealed.

“Oh my, what are those mushrooms?”

“Mushrooms in Dubbled’s garden?”

As people began to chatter, Taylor spoke up.

“It’s Maria grass.”

“The legendary herb? But that’s not grass…”

“Maria grass, named after the goddess Maria’s full name. With the Child of Fate’s help, it can be refined to make antibiotics—it’s a gift from God.”

It was the moment when Maria’s traces, which Storas so desperately wanted to erase, were revealed to the entire world.

[Damn bitch!!]

A loud voice filled with malice echoed in my head.

Then Pur’s lips twisted into a smirk.

[Stupid fool, do you know how nasty her personality is? When she gets slapped, she knocks out all of her opponent’s teeth!]

It seemed like an insult somehow, which made me feel strange, but I lifted my chin proudly.

‘Keep talking.’

—I thought to myself.

* * *

The party ended.

My family members, the butler, and I stared at owl Storas trapped in a cage created by Pur’s power in Father’s office.

“So this is the bastard who dared attack our Little One?”

“How dare a mere human address me…”

When Storas shouted angrily, Isaac picked up a tree branch with an evil expression.

Isaac began poking Storas with the branch, making Storas squeak. And Pur, in deer form, giggled while watching Storas being tormented by Isaac.

“Bitch, I will never forgive you! Hell’s flames will consume your blood, flesh, and soul… Ack, stop poking! It hurts!”

The butler shook his head at the farcical scene.

“So what do you plan to do, Little One?”

“Huh? About what?”

“Even though it was for revenge, you’ve made it impossible for the demon to ever fulfill his wish. Unless you take him to Etoile, he won’t be able to return. So you…”

“I never said I wouldn’t grant your wish.”

Storas, who had been chirping, and the Family Members, the ceremonial guard, and Pur all turned to look at me.

Storas glared at me with bright yellow eyes.

“How much more do you plan to humiliate me? With things having gone this far wrong, how could you possibly erase Meria’s traces!”

“I can do it. Because soon, an article like this will be published.”

I held up the parchment with the article I had ordered Seria to write for this very moment.

The headline read [The Truth of the Mythical Goddess: How a Witch Became a Goddess].

“Meria Grass is just a mythical name. The proper scientific name will be ‘Storas.'”

“You…”

I gripped the cage as I spoke.

“The Meria fairy tale was written like this. Meria, the good pharmacist who devoted herself to training for the sake of all people. And her assistant, Ras.”

“…”

“Ras Sto. That’s you, isn’t it?”

“…”

“One of the 72 Sages. The man who loved Meria and created everything for her, but was ultimately forgotten. Ras, a sage like her.”

“…”

“The ancient sages became the demons of today.”

Storas’s body glowed white and the cage shattered with a loud crash—!!

Into the cold winter night where stars pour down.

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