The Baby Raising A Devil - Chapter 282

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Chapter 282

As the moon began to be gradually obscured, Isaac spoke with a tense voice.

“The atmosphere is strange. Can she really summon it?”

Henri and Johan also looked at me.

I gripped Mina’s Etoile tightly in my hand.

“If my calculations are correct.”

“What? But that girl doesn’t have an Etoile!”

“You can summon without an Etoile. I summoned Bune without an Etoile when I was four years old.”

An Etoile is a tool that can contain familiars. Additionally, it was like a maintenance device that helps make it easier to sustain demons.

“But she won’t have the stamina to summon a demon.”

Mina had been imprisoned in the underground prison for a long time, so she wouldn’t be in a normal state. The Emperor had released her just two evenings ago. She only had a full day to recover her condition.

‘In that state, there’s no way she could summon a demon without an Etoile…’

That’s when it happened.

“…!”

As the moon was completely consumed by darkness, Mina shuddered violently and raised her head. At the same time, a strange wave emanated from the temple.

A fierce wind blew.

Just as Isaac and Henri shielded me and covered their heads with one arm, groans erupted from various places.

“Grrr, gr, gr, grrrrr—!”

Goosebumps rose all over my body.

I hurriedly looked around.

Among the people densely packed around the temple, several were transforming into bizarre forms.

Spine bones protruding from hunched backs instantly grew enormous into hook shapes, while others revealed leopard-like fangs, or had their skin become bumpy like birds with feathers sprouting from their arms.

“Kyaaaah!”

“What is this, Father…!!”

The area around the temple became chaotic.

People fled, pushing wildly through the surroundings, and those who were knocked down screamed and begged to be saved.

“Leblaine.”

Johan hurriedly concealed me within his robe and signaled to the knights. Just as Dubbled’s Knights surrounded our family.

A pale light spread out from the temple.

Boom—!!

What appeared with a thunderous roar that made my ears ring was a pillar of light.

Massive wings enveloped the temple, and something the size of an entire building appeared.

Flowing red hair, a great sword held in both hands, wearing sleek curved armor… a woman.

I, no, everyone looking at this temple recognized her identity at a glance.

It was exactly the appearance of Aslan, God’s messenger recorded in the scriptures, which was actually Gremory’s form!

‘She actually summoned it?’

I stared rigidly at the demon that had descended to the human world. As the demon thrust her sword into the ground, with a dull clang, a strange light spread out like tree branches from the sword’s tip.

The people who had been transforming into bizarre forms all collapsed at once. Those who had grown horns shrank back down, and those who had sprouted wings had their feathers fall away like snow.

Someone shouted.

“…Angel.”

Then those who had been looking around with dazed expressions began to join in one by one.

“An Angel has descended!”

“The Child of Fate has summoned an Angel to save the cursed people of the Empire!”

Angel summoning?

The cursed people of the Empire?

I let out a quiet laugh inwardly as I looked toward the papal crown barely visible from the platform.

‘What a performance they put on.’

The people who had just been transforming into monsters weren’t cursed.

Having seen Benedict transform into a monster in Dubbled Territory, I knew for certain.

That was definitely the final stage of the sanctification they had demonstrated at the Seven Families Mock Battle.

“Leblaine.”

Johan spoke to me. When I turned my head, my family members nodded.

The people had witnessed Mina’s divine power. They would regard her as the true Child of Fate. Then naturally they would think I was fake, so staying here would be dangerous.

As I hurriedly turned to leave, my eyes met with Mina’s on the platform.

The Divine Mark I had seen in my first life was carved on her cheek.

We stared intently at each other for a moment.

Mina’s gaze was so different from my previous life, and I suspected my gaze was also different from my first life.

The affection or friendship that had existed then was no longer there at all.

We had already placed each other’s lives on opposite ends of a scale.

If you win, I die.

If I win, you die.

Our feelings for each other no longer mattered. This place was merely a battlefield where we fought for our lives.

* * *

The mansion.

Isaac threw his jacket onto the sofa and grumbled.

“What the hell happened? How did Mina summon a demon in that physical condition!”

Amid everyone’s silence, Father slowly opened his mouth.

“Johan, hasn’t human trafficking been rampant recently?”

Human trafficking?

My eyes widened as I drew in a sharp breath.

‘That’s right, the Shrine knew how to extract mana and convert it to Divine Power.’

Wasn’t that how Mina had been able to use Etoile’s familiars so casually in my first life!

Johan hurriedly examined the records from across the Empire that Dark Bird had sent.

“There are records.”

“There are?!”

Isaac shouted, and Johan nodded his head.

“The slave markets haven’t held auctions for the past two weeks. There must be those who paid large sums to purchase them all at once. They’re all places that deal in young or child slaves.”

Isaac frowned.

“What disgusting bastards.”

Henri, who had his arms crossed, looked at Father.

“So what will you do now? Mina has summoned an angel after all.”

“We can’t let her be taken away again. Even if it means war.”

My brothers’ expressions darkened.

Isaac’s hand gripping the edge of the sofa tightened, and Henri and Johan’s eyes rippled darkly.

Then, I spoke up.

“We don’t necessarily have to do that.”

“What?”

Isaac asked back, narrowing his brow. I nodded and sat on the sofa.

“There’s a way to cover up this incident and achieve independence as planned.”

“…A way?”

This time it was Henri who asked. I smiled brightly.

“Revealing that what Mina summoned isn’t Aslan but Gremory.”

“But if we reveal that, people will also learn that the beings you summoned, Little One, are demons.”

“We need to reveal it without exposing that point as much as possible.”

Johan nodded.

“It’s not entirely impossible. If we point out the differences between Aslan recorded in the scriptures and the currently summoned Gremory, and plant doubt among the Common People, it could work.”

Father, my brothers, and my gazes turned sinister.

With such a method, we had high chances of winning. Don’t we have a genius of public opinion warfare on our side?

The wickedly wicked second son of Dubbled, Henri, whose specialty is Intimidation, weapon is his beauty, and hobby changed from Tax Evasion to public opinion warfare.

Henri, sitting on the sofa, smiled broadly and said.

“Leave it to me.”

─And so.

* * *

The World was in an uproar.

Not just the Empire, but everyone on the Continent focused their attention on the Shrine’s ‘Child of Fate’ who had summoned an angel.

The real Child of Fate.

The one who called forth an angel as God’s messenger.

The Daughter of God who descended to the Human World to save it.

The reversal of the gazes that had been directed at Mina until now happened in an instant. Naturally, the theory that Leblaine, Dubbled’s Child of Fate, was fake gained strength.

In front of the Shrine, Common People hoping for God’s grace formed massive crowds, clamoring to meet the Child of Fate.

Letters requesting audiences with the angel poured in from various countries.

The atmosphere within the Neriad faith was excited for the first time in a while.

The twenty-one priests of the Central Temple visited the Papal Court.

“We’ll be able to see the Young Lady today, won’t we? To offer prayers of gratitude to Aslan as well─”

“That would be difficult.”

At Cardinal Reginald’s words, the expressions of the 21 priests crumpled.

“What on earth is this about? It’s already been four days since Aslan descended to this land. Yet we haven’t been able to offer even a single greeting to the Young Lady, let alone to Aslan.”

“Lady Mina has exhausted most of her divine power to bring down the angel. She needs rest.”

“That’s all the more reason why we’re needed. When it comes to healing power, aren’t we better than the Papal Court cardinals?”

“Please don’t cause such a commotion and kindly return to the shrine─”

“Do His Holiness and the cardinals truly look down upon the Central Temple!”

The 21 priests raised their voices in protest, veins bulging in their necks.

Only the cardinals of the Papal Court had been granted an audience with the angel, while the Central Temple’s requests for an audience had been rejected for three straight days.

“Let’s go to the Papal Court. If we wait at the Central Temple, we won’t even see a single hair of the angel.”

“But the Central Temple is the center of the Neriad faith, isn’t it?”

“Didn’t you hear? The Papal Court is cutting out the corrupt Central Temple, and the cardinals are uniting to create a new center of power.”

“You must be aware of what the common people are saying.”

“How can you be swayed by the words of ignorant common people?”

“Let me speak plainly. The Central Temple is corrupt? Nonsense! The cardinals are the source of corruption!”

“Thomas!”

The cardinals and the 21 priests faced off sharply.

Between the cardinals and the 21 priests, Reginald quietly slipped away.

He quickly passed through the corridor and arrived at Mina’s room, sighing as he opened the door.

“Ugh… urgh…”

“Lady Mina!”

Mina had fallen from the bed and couldn’t move her body, like someone paralyzed. Blue veins bulged all over her body. It was a sign that her divine power was severely lacking.

Reginald hurriedly took out a shimmering liquid from his chest and poured it into Mina’s mouth.

Only then did Mina’s breathing return.

The reason they couldn’t show Mina and the angel wasn’t because of some power struggle between the Papal Court and the Central Temple.

‘Damn it, damn it…!’

She couldn’t contain the demon in Etoile.

Since she couldn’t contain the demon, an enormous amount of divine power was leaking out with every breath.

Which meant,

‘This girl is a fake.’

Where would you find a Child of Fate who couldn’t use Etoile!

But she had boldly summoned an angel and revealed the fake mark.

Now, even if she was fake, there was nothing they could do about this girl.

‘Now even the mana supply isn’t working properly. The Imperial Palace keeps saying they need to see Mina and the angel… What are we going to do about this?’

Reginald held his forehead.

At that moment, in Dubbled Territory.

The chairman looked at Leblaine, who had manifested her familiars, and asked.

“What business do you have summoning your familiars? Pur and Century’s Military Art, and even Cheolsu… Can you maintain them?”

“Yeah, I’ve been continuing my training and brought plenty of mana stones from the Kuhelm tribe. I thought it would be better to get help from my familiars rather than rack my brain alone. But how’s the atmosphere outside?”

“The Imperial Family is urging you to meet Mina and the Angel quickly, and the 21 Priests and Cardinals are having a major falling out.”

“As expected of Henri. His sowing discord is the best.”

I grinned and stood up.

Just then, Pur struck the back of Cheolsu’s head with a thwack!

“Don’t doodle, think! Think! A way to expose that Gremory is a demon!”

“Ow ow ow… Pur, you’re so brutish with only strength, really…”

“What, brutish? Says someone who doesn’t even know letters.”

“Why wouldn’t I know letters! I know Korean too, huh? I know Korean too, Korean too… And I know a little English too. Look!”

Cheolsu showed Pur the paper he had been doodling on.

[Aslan]

“See. This is Aslan in English. I can write it backwards too!”

[Alza]

“Oh no, the N is missing so it became Elsa.”

Then Bune said.

“It would be Elza. You wrote the S wrong.”

“Bune, do you know English?”

“Among my familiars, there are also those who came from the world you were in.”

I looked at Bune with a start.

“What did you just say?”

“Among my familiars, there are also those who came from their world, so I know English… Hah, am I perhaps cool?”

Bune smiled brightly, and I quickly snatched the paper from Cheolsu’s hand.

Elza Tree.

Empress Elza.

Aslan.

‘…Adrian.’

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