The Baby Raising A Devil - Chapter 47

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Chapter 47

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Baron Roman’s gaze toward the chairman was far from kind.

‘What on earth is he thinking?’

Today he had heard that at the castle, the Child of Fate and he had walked together with quite an affectionate air.

The chairman walking with the Child of Fate had looked unusually comfortable and gentle, they said.

‘That’s ridiculous. That man is Jean-Marc Nouanok.’

He was a man who had been excessively cold even to his only son.

Some even gossiped that his son Louis Nuanork’s death might actually have been suicide.

A man who had driven his son so mercilessly couldn’t possibly have treated the Child of Fate with comfort and gentleness.

‘Is he planning to use the Child of Fate for something?’

Baron Roman’s lips curved up crookedly.

If so, that would be perfect.

He desperately hoped for discord between the chairman and Duke Dubbled.

In the previous Duke’s time, the Senate had wielded tremendous power within Dubbled.

Before his son’s death, the chairman had stepped forward to pursue the Senate’s interests.

But after his son died and Theodore Dubbled took the ducal position, the chairman acted like a toothless tiger.

It wasn’t that he had no interest in the Senate’s interests, but he had no intention of stepping forward to check Theodore and reclaim their former glory.

“Chairman.”

At Roman’s call, the chairman looked at him with an expressionless face.

“If the chairman is thinking of stepping forward with this opportunity, I will support you from behind.”

“Stop beating around the bush and speak plainly.”

At his words asking what he meant, Roman thought ‘playing dumb, are we’ and smiled coldly.

“Spinel isn’t only used in battles against Kruger. In any battle, armor embedded with spinel is essential for soldiers. If the Temple doesn’t distribute spinel to Dubbled, the Duke’s military power will inevitably weaken.”

“So?”

“Don’t you have connections at the Temple?”

“….”

“If we obtain spinel without the Duke’s knowledge, our military power will surpass the Duke’s strength.”

“Are you suggesting we start a civil war?”

Roman shrugged with a sly expression.

“I’m saying the Senate needs to have the power to counter the Duke’s mad actions. Well, if the Duke truly becomes too greedy, showing him his place wouldn’t be bad either.”

When the chairman remained silent, Roman moved closer to him.

“How long must we keep taking this from the Duke?”

“It’s true I have connections at the Temple, but they won’t easily provide us aid.”

“Don’t we have the Child of Fate?”

Roman smiled slyly as he looked at Dubbled Castle visible through the window.

“Since her Divine Power has been reevaluated, the Papal Court will want to bring back the Child of Fate by any means necessary. If they use that girl to make a deal, it’s not impossible.”

Roman continued chattering excitedly.

“Here’s what I’m thinking. We kidnap the girl and hand her over to slave traders, then spread word to the Temple. If the Temple tries to get the child back, the Duke who was negligent in managing the child will have no choice but to watch helplessly as she’s taken, and the Temple will secure the child—”

That’s when it happened.

Knock, knock. There was a knocking sound and House Nuanoke’s butler entered.

“Master, a letter has arrived from the Imperial Palace.”

“From the Duke?”

“The letter’s seal wasn’t the Ducal House’s stamp.”

A letter from the Imperial Palace, but not with the Ducal House’s stamp.

Jean-Marc narrowed his eyes slightly and received the letter from the butler.

When he opened the envelope, what appeared was a child’s crooked handwriting.

[Jean-Marc Nouanok is invited to Leblaine’s first tea party.

Cookie crumbs look like dirt, but they’re not as mysterious as dirt. Please come alone and secretly.]

Jean-Marc’s eyes trembled as he looked at the invitation that had neither date nor location written on it.

“Father, cookie crumbs look like dirt. But why aren’t they as mysterious as dirt?”

How could this be.

How could the Child of Fate know what his dead son had said in childhood.

“Jean-Marc?”

Roman stretched his neck out as if asking what was wrong.

However, Jean-Marc silently stuffed the letter into his jacket and stood up.

“Prepare the carriage!”

Baron Roman looked with bewildered eyes at Jean-Marc who was hurriedly leaving the study.

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I gave maid Yuni ten kisses.

It was payment for secretly delivering my invitation to Jean-Marc without anyone knowing.

“Here too, and here too please.”

“We agreed on only ten kisses.”

“You have to give me interest too!”

True to her loan shark origins, she was amazingly good at collecting interest.

I gave a kiss on the opposite cheek that Yuni pointed to.

“Enough?”

“Yes~!”

Yuni hugged me tightly once with a satisfied face and left the room humming.

‘Well, now all that’s left is to wait.’

I waited for Jean-Marc at the gazebo in a corner of the garden where it would be easy to talk when he arrived.

While swirling the drinks that came in bottles to maintain the pretense of a tea party.

And when the sun had completely set, the Chairman came looking for me.

He seemed to have wandered around searching for me for a long time, as he was breathing heavily.

“How, how did you know about that story?”

He got straight to the point without any greeting. He seemed extremely anxious.

I jumped down from the gazebo chair and looked up at the Chairman.

“Before that, I have something to ask.”

“Please speak.”

“How much does Grandfather miss his son?”

“…What are you saying?”

“If you could see Louis again, would you pay any price?”

He looked at me with a hardened face and said.

“I would sell my soul.”

Good, I was waiting for those words.

I lightly grasped Etoile. The Chairman frowned deeply as he watched me do so.

“Now answer my question. How on earth do you know that story─!”

“You shouldn’t shout at a child…”

At the somewhat timid voice heard from behind the gazebo, the Chairman froze without even being able to turn his head.

His pupils dilated, and soon his angry gaze toward me wavered.

As if he couldn’t believe it at all.

He slowly turned his head.

“Father…”

Louis Nuanork smiled painfully as he looked at his father’s pale face.

The Chairman said nothing and just stared intently at his son. With his gaze fixed on his son, he asked.

“What trick are you pulling? Who exactly did you disguise to look like my son? Was it the Duke who told you to mock me like this, or was it you yourself, Young Lady?”

Though he spoke coldly as if he couldn’t believe it, his gaze was still trembling finely.

Louis’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. Biting his lips tightly as if trying to hold back tears, he looked at his father again.

“I’m sorry for asking you to eat pancakes together first and then not being able to keep that promise.”

When a story that only he could know came from Louis’s mouth, the Chairman’s face contorted.

His shoulders, which had always been full of intimidation, shrank, and wrinkles deepened all over his face.

That wasn’t the appearance of a powerful figure who controlled the Senate. It was the appearance of an old, lonely father who had lost his son.

“…”

I tugged at the sleeve of the Chairman who couldn’t say anything.

“Say something. Quickly!”

“…”

“Do you know how hard it is to maintain a soul? He’ll disappear soon!”

His strength had already drained after Bune left, and he was forcibly maintaining his soul because he was worried about the Chairman who missed his son so much.

When Louis carefully approached, the Chairman gritted his teeth.

“…You foolish boy.”

‘Huh? No, this isn’t right!’

I opened my eyes wide in surprise, and the Chairman wildly pounded Louis’s shoulders and chest with his fists.

“You worthless fool! Worthless, this worthless…!”

“…”

“You lived your whole life so worthlessly and disappointed me until the very end! You worthless fool! Why did you leave me behind and go first!”

The Chairman’s face became wet with tears.

Louis couldn’t say anything and just stood there blankly, enduring his punches.

The Chairman, who had been moaning as if his breath would stop with a face overcome with grief, soon collapsed to the floor.

“Did you… commit suicide?”

“…”

“As people say, because you couldn’t find the Burial Ground, did you commit suicide because you were afraid of me going mad?”

Louis knelt down and stared directly at his father.

“I always did worthless things… so I wanted to give you a spinel as a birthday gift, Father.”

“You…”

“That was an accident that happened because I was in a hurry. Though I was afraid of you at times, Father, my respect, gratitude, and love were greater than my fear.”

The Chairman cried out loud like a child. Even until Louis disappeared.

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I glanced repeatedly at the Chairman who was sitting slumped in the gazebo with a completely drained face.

‘What should I say at times like this?’

I don’t know since I don’t have a real father.

While I was struggling with both fists pressed to my temples, the Chairman’s voice reached me.

“What are you, Young Lady?”

“Huh?”

“I expect that you are absolutely not an ordinary child.”

His dry gaze turned toward me.

I didn’t avoid his eyes.

“Why would I twust you and tell the Chairman that? (Why would I trust you and tell the Chairman that?)”

“When I said I would offer even my soul, I was sincere.”

I know.

That look in his eyes was sincere.

That’s why I risked the danger and showed Louis to the Chairman.

‘Even if I told him, there wouldn’t be anyone who would believe it anyway.’

More importantly, Louis had firmly emphasized this to him as he left.

“I have become the familiar of someone who cherishes Young Lady. If Father harms Young Lady, my soul will never find peace.”

Even though he looked completely different from the Chairman, he was truly his son. The way he threatened was exactly like the Chairman.

Though Louis threatened with his own life rather than someone else’s life like the Chairman did.

He seemed extremely grateful to me for letting him meet his father again. He’s a good person who knows how to repay kindness.

I thought this while glancing at him.

‘More than anything, I need the Chairman’s help right now.’

There’s no way for a child like me to possess Spinel Transformation Paper.

Besides, the Chairman is the right person to receive help from.

He has an appropriate amount of greed, prioritizes personal gain over his family or country, and most importantly, he’s someone who won’t be harmed when I go into exile.

‘Still, just in case of an unexpected situation…’

“Take off your jacket.”

“Pardon?”

“Turn your pants pockets inside out too.”

“What…”

Having been stabbed in the back more than once or twice, I thoroughly searched him to confirm he had no Magic Tools or Sacred Tools.

Only then did I begin my story.

“I’ve regressed three times. And in this life, I summoned a demon.”

The Chairman’s expression was colored with shock.

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