The Baby Raising A Devil - Chapter 220

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Chapter 220

I stared at him with a dumbfounded expression, and the Boy shook his head from side to side before dragging me out.

As I was pulled outside with my wrist caught in the Boy’s grip, an unfamiliar sight greeted me.

A world that was like a separate paradise.

Buildings surrounded by gold were magnificent, unfamiliar Magic Tools were floating in mid-air, and people of all ages and genders wore pants that barely reached their knees and had Magic Tools adorning their arms, necks, and fingers.

The Boy hurriedly ran and reached a building that appeared to be a shrine.

Upon entering, figures whose faces couldn’t be seen densely filled the interior.

As we took our place in the front row, an annoying voice came from behind us.

[…seems to have slept soundly again today.]

An arrogant expression, ornate Musical Instruments held in the hands of those standing around, and mocking words.

‘Paimon!’

The Boy glanced back and spoke coldly.

[You only have the talent of waking up early.]

[What?!]

[Stop it. Why do you two always fight whenever you make eye contact? Come, Little One. I’ll give you a handkerchief. Wipe away your eye boogers.]

‘…Bune.’

The Boy swatted away Bune’s hand before I could even reach out. Then he grabbed my face and began rubbing it roughly with his sleeve.

[Ow!]

When I cried out in surprise, the Boy grabbed my nose and shook it.

[That’s why you should have woken up a little earlier and washed your face.]

[But Elder Brother woke me up late.]

I was startled and covered my mouth. Unlike before, my mouth was moving on its own. As if it had a different will.

The Boy narrowed his eyes and said.

[At least you know you’re being shameless? I told you to go to bed early until my mouth was dry.]

[But, but! Bune called Uncle Nikur and Aunt Adelteba for me.]

[I told you repeatedly not to play with Bune. How many times do I have to tell you that seeing spirits isn’t a good thing…!]

[You two get along well today too.]

The door opened and another familiar voice was heard.

As a figure wearing a Shabby Robe entered, all those gathered in the shrine bowed at once.

I wasn’t greeting and was just giggling “ehehe” while looking at the shabby robe, when the boy quickly pressed down on my head.

After greeting somewhat bewilderedly, I peeked my head up and made eye contact with the shabby robe, then laughed “hehe.”

This also wasn’t my will.

The will of this ‘body.’

‘So I’m dreaming right now, aren’t I? I must be seeing this girl’s life through a dream.’

The face of the shabby robe wasn’t visible.

[The friendship between Neriad and … is always pleasant to see.]

At the robe’s words, the boy smiled bitterly.

[… is just immature, so I can’t take my eyes off her.]

Whenever someone spoke the girl’s name, the voice became distorted.

I, or rather, the girl pouted her lips and grumbled.

[Older Brother is a nag.]

[You…!]

[Nagging every single day. Even a woodpecker wouldn’t be noisier than Older Brother.]

The boy’s expression turned fierce. I quickly ran to the shabby robe and hid snugly behind his back, and though the boy grumbled [Won’t you come here?], he couldn’t approach.

Laughter burst out from the surroundings. Paimon twisted his lips. Bune lightly covered his mouth with his fist and chuckled quietly, while Glashalabolas, visible in the distance, bared his fangs and made a pleasant growling sound.

The shabby robe smiled gently and took a seat in the chair. I leaned my face against his knee and chattered away.

[Yesterday Bune called Uncle Nikur for me. Uncle Nikur said he couldn’t rest because his son was sick. Please give some cornelian cherry to the sick child, Lord Serga. Okay?]

‘Serga?’

This robe is Serga?

Remembering how Neriad had called the Evil God ‘Serga’ in the previous dream, I was shocked.

Serga, Neriad… Neriad’s younger sister and the 72 demons.

‘Ancient times. I’m dreaming of ancient times when Serga and the shepherd siblings existed!’

* * *

I looked at the relief crop that was suddenly thrust before my eyes with a reluctant expression.

[Here, Little One. This is a crop that the humans in my territory successfully harvested. I brought it thinking it would suit your taste perfectly.]

[Please, I’m begging you, don’t shove that dopey face of yours at my younger sister, Bune. Just thinking that she might resemble you already gives me a headache.]

[Isn’t it natural for a brother who shares blood with you to be dopey, Neriad.]

[… has had dopey aspects ever since she crossed the desert holding Lord Serga’s hand.]

Bune and Neriad, Paimon and the blue-haired prophet whose name I didn’t know.

They exchange spiteful words with each other, but despite their tone, they were quite familiarly gathered around me.

‘To be precise, it’s not me but this girl.’

I took a bite of the sweet potato Bune handed me and shouted.

[Sweet!]

I say this while smiling brightly.

‘Sharing consciousness with this girl is so uncomfortable I could die.’

[I knew you’d like it! Here, and Little One’s favorite strawberry!]

[I’m excited. Bune, you’re awesome. The best. Dazzling!]

As I flirted with Bune face to face, the Boy suddenly grabbed my wrist and pulled. When I stood up while chewing the sweet potato and coughed, the Boy sighed and patted my back.

[Water?]

When I nodded and rubbed the sweet potato fragments around my mouth with my palm, the Boy pulled my hand away from my mouth and gently wiped my mouth with his sleeve. Then he opened the cap of the water pouch and gave me water to drink.

The Boy was very accustomed to taking care of his younger sister.

[If you’re done, go home and stay there.]

[What about Older Brothers?]

[I have to escort Lord Serga across the river. It’ll take several days, so stay quiet, please stay quiet and wait. Understand?]

[Always just Older Brothers…! Can’t I come too? I’ll be quiet. Like this, keeping my mouth shut tight, see?]

When I spoke while covering my mouth with both hands, the Boy who had been staring at me with furrowed brows opened his mouth.

[No.]

[Damn…]

Just then, someone who came to deliver Serga’s message gestured to the Boy.

[Go. Quickly.]

Watching the Boy follow the messenger, I shouted loudly.

[Meanie! Neriad is a meanie!]

When I became dejected, Bune restlessly tried to comfort me.

[There’s a war raging across the river, Little One. Neriad is worried you might get caught up in battle.]

[But Older Brothers is going. Every time, every time. I worry just the same. Until Older Brothers returns, I’m afraid every single day. Bune, when will I become a Prophet?]

[When the time comes, you’ll manifest your power.]

[Like how Bune summons the dead?]

[Yes, about special abilities.]

[Older Brother doesn’t have special abilities but became a Prophet… Is it because I’m a troublemaker that you won’t make me a Prophet?]

When I made a gloomy expression, Paimon flicked my forehead.

[Ow!]

[A Prophet is one who guides. You are too foolish to guide humans. Do not covet a position beyond your station.]

[Paimon just plays musical instruments all day too!]

[How noisy.]

[Seal, swallow, fool!]

[What?! Where did you learn such words!]

[Paimon is bullying me!]

[Can’t you come here?!]

When I started fighting with Paimon, the Blue-haired Man stepped between us saying [Now, now.]

[Let’s go. I’ll take you home.]

I turned my head away from Paimon with a “Hmph!” and Paimon jumped around angrily saying [That little…!]

Bune held back Paimon by grabbing both his arms and grinned at me.

I took the Blue-haired Man’s hand and walked through the fields full of golden ripe rice.

[Everyone treats me like a child. I’m eight years old now. I’m all grown up.]

[Eight years old is plenty young.]

[Older Brother carried me across the desert when he was eight.]

[That’s what makes Neriad remarkable.]

[Why am I not remarkable… Why am I Older Brother’s burden?]

The Man stopped walking, bent one knee, and met my gaze.

[Why would you be Neriad’s burden?]

[People said so. They said the reason Older Brother hasn’t manifested special abilities despite being a Prophet is because of me. Because I’m a cursed child who devoured my parents, even Older Brother’s divine power is dimmed.]

[There are worms in people’s hearts. When a person is strong, they cower, but when weak, they burrow into the heart and make it sick. Thus jealousy, greed, and selfishness are born.]

[…]

[Those who said such things must surely be weak people. Eaten away by worms, they shift their pain onto others as an outlet for their frustration.]

[…]

[Does Neriad also think of you as a burden?]

I hugged the blue-haired man’s neck and sniffled.

[No.]

[Then?]

[Older Brothers always stroke my hair in the deep of night and tell me in gentle voices. That they want to create a good world for me, that they never want to make me go hungry again.]

[And what about you?]

[I pretend to be asleep while thinking. I’ll grow up quickly and help Older Brothers too.]

The Man with dark blue hair gently rubbed his nose against mine.

[How could such a precious younger sister be a burden?]

[…Really?]

[Of course.]

I giggled while covering my mouth with both fists.

The wind gently swept through my hair. As if God was stroking my head.

The Boy left Across the River with God, and I waited every single day by the River for the Boy and God to return.

The scene passed quickly. After harvest season came winter.

A Blanket was placed on the shoulders of ‘me’ who sat crouched while looking at the frozen River. Next to me was a steaming Basket. Tree Fruits, a White Rabbit, one by one more things appeared.

Bune brought the Basket with Potatoes and Sweet Potato, Pur brought Tree Fruits, Paimon brought the White Rabbit. The Seers took turns caring for ‘me’.

‘I’m being loved.’

Once again the scene passed like lightning and sprouts budded and spring came. The frozen River melted and the flames Across the River died down.

And on a day when rain poured like a downpour. A Small Boat could be seen riding the rippling River water from afar.

‘I’ who had been crouched hurriedly waved my hands.

[Older Brothers, Older Brothers!]

[Stay there…. The current is strong… dangerous…!]

Because he was quite far away, the Boy’s voice couldn’t be heard clearly.

[You came early this time! Older Brothers! I waited like a good girl. I stayed quietly─]

‘I’ who had gone close to the River in joy missed my footing. As my body tilted, the current instantly swept over me.

Water rushed into my nose. I was in agony because I couldn’t breathe. The aura of death grabbed my ankles, and ‘I’ struggled in fear.

The more strength I put into my body, the more I continued to sink.

‘My’ voice echoed in my head.

Mother, Father… Serga.

‘Older Brothers…!!’

My body went limp underwater. My vision turned completely black, and I saw a faint light in the darkness.

‘World of Rest….’

Just as I thought that, my floating body was suddenly pulled.

[Wake up!]

This anguished voice was the Boy’s voice calling for ‘me’.

‘Older brothers….’

Urgent hands shook me as I couldn’t open my eyes.

[Wake up, please!]

The boy cried out.

[Leblaine…!]

─And.

He called me ‘Leblaine’.

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