The Baby Raising A Devil - Chapter 27

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Chapter 27

As the auction progressed, I became increasingly dismayed.

What nonsense about ‘Heaven’. This place is hell.

‘Slave auctions are illegal. So why are there so many people in this auction hall?’

“This item is the Runsha Tribe Siblings. With white hair and white eyes, even their eyelashes are snow-white like snow, they are precious goods. The girl can read the Imperial language.”

The siblings dragged onto the stage had shackles on both their hands and ankles.

Pitifully, they seemed to have been severely mistreated, their entire bodies covered in terrible wounds.

“How about it?”

At Isaac’s words, Henri spoke casually while resting his chin on his hand.

“The male looks too frail. If we’re buying, just the female. We could have her read fairy tale books.”

The next slave brought out was a tall man.

The man with disheveled hair completely covering his face let out a roaring scream: “Kraaak!”

Around his neck was a collar with sharp iron spikes embedded like thorns, and he was tightly bound with countless ropes.

He was in even worse condition than the siblings from the previous turn.

Isaac’s eyes sparkled.

“That guy could give piggyback rides and roam around the Imperial Palace all day long.”

“He’s too violent. What if Leblaine gets hurt?”

Henri turned to look at me and asked.

“Was there any toy you liked?”

“….”

“Leblaine?”

“I don’t wike swaves…. (I don’t like slaves….)”

At my words, Isaac tilted his head.

“Why?”

“They’re pitiable.”

“No, the Previous Duke said that being weak is bad.”

That damn Previous Duke.

I gritted my teeth in frustration.

What has he been teaching these kids? If he ever comes back alive, I’d like to grab him by the collar and shake him senseless.

That’s when it happened.

“Kraaak!”

With a rough scream, a thunderous crash echoed from the stage. And from the epicenter of that crash, a tremendous gust of wind swept toward the audience seats.

At that moment, the man’s ropes snapped.

He swiftly kicked off the ground and leaped toward the 2nd Floor VIP Section where we were.

Bang!

With a dull thud, the man positioned himself on the railing.

He swiftly scanned his surroundings. It seemed like he was looking for an escape route.

But there was nowhere to run. He gritted his teeth and glared at me.

‘Don’t tell me he’s planning to take me hostage?’

Just as that thought crossed my mind, the man reached his hand toward me.

‘I’m going to get caught…!’

I instinctively squeezed my eyes shut.

But no matter how much time passed, nothing touched my body.

When I cautiously opened my eyes, what I saw was.

“This bastard seems to be a mage.”

“Interesting.”

The man’s hand was blocked by Isaac’s sword, and bright red aura emanating from Henri’s hand was surrounding me.

Isaac quickly swept the man’s legs. As the man lost his balance and was about to fall into the audience seats, Isaac stepped on the railing and leaped up. Then he landed with his sword pommel aimed at the man’s chest, creating a thunderous boom!

I hurriedly grabbed the railing and looked down at the first floor.

The ground was completely cratered as if a meteorite had fallen.

Isaac’s seal was glowing blue on the man’s chest, and his entire body was bound tight by lines extending from the seal.

The venue was completely frozen.

Fear was written across the faces of the audience who had witnessed the overwhelming power of the Young Masters firsthand.

It was only natural. Even I, who had experienced the martial prowess of the Temple Paladins, felt my heart pounding.

Isaac waved his hand toward me.

“Hey kid, this thing’s really sturdy. It’ll be great to play with!”

Then the Half-Masked Man, who had been frozen stiff, eagerly chimed in agreement.

“That truly is a special item. It’s a half-beast born from the mating of beast and human. Moreover, it’s younger than it looks. You’ll be able to play with it for a long time.”

‘What is this crazy bastard saying.’

I glared at the half-mask who was spouting nothing but garbage.

I’d rather regress one more time than buy a slave from a place like this.

But the Young Masters were too scary to refuse. If Isaac hit me even once, I’d probably really end up regressing.

How could I refuse without hurting those young monsters’ feelings?

After pondering deeply, I sighed inwardly.

‘Ah, I was trying not to do this kind of thing in front of so many people.’

I put on my best surprised expression and shouted “Wow!”

“Isaac, Henri are amazing!”

Isaac’s eyes lit up immediately. Henri also widened his eyes slightly and looked at me.

“Leblaine doesn’t need toys. Henri and Isaac are more fun to play with. Because you two are super, super amazing.”

When I hugged Henri’s waist tightly, he stiffened in surprise for a moment. I thought I’d failed, but then the corners of Henri’s mouth twitched upward.

“Then… should we not buy the toy?”

“Yeah!”

Yes, let’s go back.

I’ll hurry back and report this garbage dump to either the Temple or the Imperial Palace.

Isaac said with a goofy grin.

“Ah, well, if that’s what you think, let’s just go. But…”

“Huh?”

“…How great is it to play with us?”

It was a slightly shy voice.

I secretly raised the corners of my mouth in a smirk.

‘What do you take my fourth life’s Social Maneuvering for?’

I could flatter even in my sleep.

I said with a bright smile.

“The best in the world!”

Confirming that Henri and Isaac’s faces brightened, I turned my head with a satisfied expression.

But a very, very familiar silhouette entered my vision.

“Duke?”

The Duke’s face, who had somehow entered Heaven, was hardened. It was an expression as if the sky had fallen.

And for some reason, the Young Masters’ expressions became very arrogant.

* * *

A few hours earlier.

Upon hearing the news that Henri and Isaac had taken Leblaine out to the Shopping District, the Duke frowned.

‘How despicable.’

They made the first move because they thought they’d lose in the gift competition.

Originally, whatever was received first was what remained in memory.

If the order was pushed back like this, his sons’ gifts would be remembered more than his own gift.

The Duke immediately grabbed his jacket and stood up.

North and the administrators begged him to please look at just one more document, but he didn’t even pretend to listen.

He was very displeased with the current situation.

When he was alone with Leblaine, it had been a very leisurely and fulfilling life.

There were times when she spent all day sitting on his lap, and times when she whined that she wanted to be with him every time.

After the official adoption, their time together decreased due to various incidents, but he still always ranked within the top 2 of her interests.

But after his sons came down, the situation changed.

When he had free time and wanted to go see Leblaine─

“She went to follow Young Master Henri.”

Or,

“She’s with Young Master Isaac.”

Such words would come back.

Daily life without Leblaine was boring.

If his past self from a few months ago had seen his current self, he would have broken his own neck, saying he was possessed by a ghost.

At first, she was just an annoying little thing.

The fearless brat who dared to follow behind him every single day, trailing along like a little tail.

Even when he snapped at her in annoyance, she would only look dejected for that day, then the next day she would eagerly follow behind him again.

When did he start feeling awkward about her absence behind him?

Leblaine had gradually seeped in.

He couldn’t tell exactly when or why it happened.

But the sight of her pale face saying “I’m sorry, I’m sorry” while wringing her hands weighed on his heart.

When it hurt, he got angry.

The voice calling “Young Master!” sounded pleasant to his ears.

And the earnest words “Please become my daddy” stung.

As he sat quietly with his eyes closed inside the carriage, a horse neighed—Whinny!—and a voice came from the driver’s seat.

“We have arrived.”

The Duke, who got off at the shopping district, asked North who had followed behind.

“Where are Leblaine and those kids?”

“At Heaven.”

The Duke furrowed his brow.

Heaven was recently Viscount Dubois’s headache.

This place mainly auctioned off foreigners or prisoners of war.

While slave auctions themselves were illegal, trading prisoners of war was customarily overlooked, making it an ambiguous area to interfere with.

Moreover, so many powerful figures attended that any attempt at crackdown would create chaos.

“So Leblaine’s gift is a slave.”

“It appears to be so.”

The Duke coldly raised the corner of his mouth.

“What a pointless thing to do.”

A mere slave. Even offering twenty of them wouldn’t compare to his gift.

That’s what he thought, but…

“…How great is it to play with us?”

“The best in the world!”

An absurd situation had unfolded.

The Duke looked back and forth between Leblaine’s bewildered expression and his grinning sons with a hardened face.

Then he said to North.

“Blow it up.”

“Pardon?”

It was when North swallowed nervously with an anxious face.

The Duke declared with a murderous expression.

“Blow up this damn place.”

* * *

I stared at the blazing building with vacant eyes.

‘I guess because it’s a garbage dump. It burns really well.’

For some reason, the Duke blew up Heaven.

Without even giving us a chance to hear why.

As soon as the Duke said something, the four black robes beside him rushed out in perfect coordination and drew magic seals in the air.

The Duke leisurely approached, tucked only me under his arm, and left the building.

And in the blink of an eye, the building went boom and exploded.

The fortunate thing is that there were no casualties.

It was thanks to North desperately shouting “Those who want to live, run away!”

‘All the slaves got out too.’

A moment ago, I saw the Half-Masked Man counting the slaves and saying “All the merchandise is here. All here,” with relief.

‘That bastard should have exploded along with the building.’

I looked at the Half-Masked Man with a very disappointed expression.

“Why? Do you like that one after all?”

At Isaac’s words, I almost frowned. There’s no way I’d like such trash.

But where Isaac’s gaze reached wasn’t the Half-Masked Man. It was the tall man crouching behind him.

The slave who had attacked us earlier.

“Should I buy him? It would be good to buy him now. Since the building collapsed, they won’t be able to hold auctions for a while.”

“….”

“Even if I buy him, he can still play with us. Because we’re the coolest in the world!”

I don’t know how that connects, but anyway, I really didn’t want to have something like a slave.

‘If the carrot doesn’t work, it’s the whip.’

I looked at Isaac and let out a “Huuuu…” sigh before speaking.

“No, I won’t play with you anymore.”

“Huh? Why?”

“Now that I think about it, Isaac isn’t very cool.”

“Why?! No, I am cool!”

Isaac shouted in tremendous panic.

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