The Baby Raising A Devil - Chapter 50

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Chapter 50

“A lot?”

“A long, long time ago, an older sister who lived near the orphanage showed me tons of these things.”

“Really? Are you certain it’s really spinel?!”

“They looked exactly the same…”

At my words, the retainers exchanged glances with each other.

Viscount Dubois approached me and asked.

“Who is the owner? Where do they live?”

I shouted “Her name is Seche!” and gave them the address.

The place where Seria would be, having purchased a transformation magic tool with the money I had sent her by now.

* * *

Viscount Dubois immediately sent an administrator to the location Leblaine had told him about.

And three days later, the administrator really did bring back a gift box full of spinel.

“So there really was an owner of spinel deposits that we didn’t know about…”

As Viscount Dubois clutched his forehead in shock, the retainers asked the administrator.

“What happened?”

“That woman named Seche was quite clever. It seems she knew that if it became known that she, a commoner, owned burial grounds, nobles or the temple would rob her blind.”

“So that’s why she didn’t release spinel into the market?”

“She said it took time to prepare to form a merchant group and find a great noble to back her.”

The retainers’ expressions brightened considerably.

“With this, we no longer need to rely on the temple. Let’s recall the messenger who’s in negotiations.”

The Duke, who had been tapping the armrest of his chair, spoke up.

“No. Don’t let the temple know that we’ve secured spinel.”

“What do you mean…”

“North, you will buy up everything the owner mines as soon as they extract the spinel.”

“Is there really a need to stockpile that much?”

“It’s not stockpiling. We’ll distribute it to the market at low prices.”

The retainers jumped up asking what he meant, but Henri, who was observing the meeting, twisted his lips into a smile.

“You’re trying to devalue spinel.”

If spinel was oversupplied to the market, prices would inevitably fall.

If they lowered the value of spinel, which was the temple’s source of funding, the temple would naturally take a direct hit.

A retainer who understood the Duke’s intention asked with a worried voice.

“The repercussions will affect us too.”

Henri answered that question.

“The temple won’t be able to hold out for long. They’ll have no choice but to sell the spinel mine once its value drops.”

That way, Spinel would eventually be monopolized by Seche’s merchant group. After that, they could simply raise the prices.

“But to buy up all that Spinel and resell it at low prices, we’d need enormous funds too. I wonder if we can hold out…”

Isaac, who was sitting loosely beside Henri with his chin propped up, spoke.

“Are you an idiot?”

“Pardon?”

“Who do you think we are?”

When it came to Dubbled, there were other nicknames that followed besides being the worst family.

The golden vein of the west.

Financial power that never dried up no matter how much was spent.

It was a family that always boasted a hundred percent win rate in such chicken games.

The Duke rubbed his temples and spoke in a low, sunken voice.

“When the Temple comes begging, tell them this. If they don’t spout nonsense like ‘we’ll take full charge of Leblaine’s education,’ we’ll let them eat porridge at least.”

—So declared the Empire’s wealthiest man.

The retainers all bowed their heads at once.

After the meeting ended, a retainer who came out chuckling said:

“The Young Lady is truly a mysterious person, isn’t she?”

“Indeed. Without her, we would have been helplessly played by the Temple’s schemes.”

“This isn’t the first or second time she’s saved Dubbled like this. She’s like a goddess of fortune.”

The retainers who had been talking each fell into their own thoughts.

‘She really was an angel after all.’

‘Dubbled’s little fairy…’

‘So cute…’

At that moment, Leblaine, who had fallen into a nap, was unaware that her followers had increased in droves.

* * *

Yawn, I woke up yawning and rubbed my eyes.

Even though I seemed to have napped for quite a long time, my body felt incredibly heavy.

A few days ago, because of Baron Roman, I had used Divine Power by myself for the first time without Bune. Since it was unfamiliar work, it seemed I had consumed much more Divine Power than planned.

‘Since then, I’ve done a lot of Adult Thinking because of Spinel, so it’s no wonder my body feels bad.’

I stretched with a groan and got down from the bed.

“I’m hungwy. Want bwead… (I’m hungry. Want bread…)”

As I was sucking my finger, I startled.

‘This seems like a serious condition.’

Even worse than when I first met Bune.

With no one in the room, it was even scary. It was proof that my poor physical condition was causing my mind to regress back to that of a child.

I shook my head vigorously to try to snap out of it, but tears kept welling up.

“Wuu…”

While I was crying with hiccups, the maids entered the room.

“Oh my, Young Lady. What’s wrong!”

The maids who saw my pooled tears rushed over to me in surprise.

“Scared… alone…”

The maids fussed over me anxiously, trying to comfort me.

“There, there, Young Lady, don’t cry. We’ve brought some good news for you.”

“Good news?”

When I asked, the maids exchanged glances with each other and smiled.

“Your room has been completed!”

It’s finally finished.

I had been staying in the guest room that the Duke had given me when I first came to Dubbled Castle.

I should have gotten my room in the West Wing right after the adoption, but it was delayed due to installing safety measures.

The mages from the Magic Tower and even the Court Wizard traveled between the Imperial Capital and Dubbled Territory to complete a perfect barrier.

‘My own room…’

My heart started pounding with excitement and my tears dried up.

Having a room decorated just for me, truly my own room, was the first time since my first life.

‘Even in my first life, it wasn’t completely my room.’

It was just one of the rooms in Duke Amitie’s mansion with a desk and new bed added.

The maids guided me to the room.

‘It’s in the West Wing as expected.’

I walked following the maids while looking around the West Wing.

“Here it is.”

I opened the door, entered, and took a deep breath.

A large window with bright sunlight streaming in and neat beige walls.

All the furniture in the room was unified in white, with elegant gold trim around the edges and bases, making it luxurious.

The sofa was a lovely apricot color. Scented candles with sweet fragrances were placed on the sofa table and bookshelf.

It was incomparably magnificent compared to the guest room I had been staying in.

“This is the reception room. That door over there leads to your private study where you can read books or study.”

“On the opposite side is the bedroom. Inside the bedroom, there’s also a bathroom and dressing room.”

“We’ve stocked the dressing room with new clothes and accessories like ribbons.”

“There’s also a large, spacious bathtub in the bathroom. It’s a wonderful place with warm water flowing all day long. And…”

While the maids explained the room’s layout, I stood frozen in place.

“Young Lady?”

The maids looked at me with puzzled expressions.

“Don’t you like it?”

I couldn’t say anything and fidgeted, clenching and unclenching my hands, opening and closing my mouth restlessly.

Duke Amitie had let me stay in Mina’s pretty room like this before offering me as a sacrificial victim for the ritual.

Duke Valois had also let me rest in such a pretty room before conducting human experimentation on me.

“Leblaine, it’s time to fulfill your mission.”

“You’ve enjoyed things beyond your station, so you must pay the price.”

The voices of Duke Amitie and Duke Valois came to mind one after another.

And me, who had been dragged away by their hands to that place, clutching at their trouser legs and desperately pleading, “I was wrong. I was wrong. Please just kill me instead, I was wrong.”

Just then, familiar people entered through the open door.

The employees parted to either side like the Red Sea, and the young masters who walked through looked at me.

“I thought it was noisy, so you moved rooms.”

Isaac looked around my room as he continued speaking.

“It’s near our rooms. Hey, little one. You can’t just come looking for us at night because you’re scared, okay?”

Then he said, “Just come exactly three times a week. Got it?” and cleared his throat with a cough.

“…”

“What, why aren’t you answering? Geez, fine. You can come four times a week. Happy now?”

“…”

“What. Why do you look like that?”

Isaac looked around at the maids as if asking what was wrong. But the maids just shook their heads as if they didn’t know the reason either.

Henri asked.

“What’s wrong?”

“This isn’t Lebu’s room.”

“This is your room, Leblaine.”

“But, but… this is a princess’s room!”

Henri responded with “Huh?” and Isaac looked puzzled, saying “What are you talking about?”

“The room is too big and pretty…”

“What are you saying. Hey, little one. Rooms are better when they’re big and pretty! And the room you’ve been staying in was spacious and nice too.”

“That was borrowing a guest room. Guest rooms are good! But Lebu’s room is supposed to be narrow and dark. So this isn’t my room. This is big and pretty, so it’s not my room!”

In my head, it seemed like the grown-up Leblaine was saying to stop talking! But as a child, I kept getting scared.

Like Duke Amitie and Duke Valois, they might give me a nice room and then stab me in the back when I’m happy.

What if it hurts like that again this time.

What if I have to regress again.

When I regress, it’s really, really painful.

It felt like my whole body was being torn apart and put back together.

I looked at the young masters with a frightened face. Their eyes were trembling finely.

* * *

Henri stared blankly at Leblaine like someone who had been hit. Then when tears began to well up in the child’s eyes, he snapped back to his senses and rushed over.

“You don’t have to stay in a narrow, dark room anymore.”

“…”

“This is your room, and this castle is your home.”

Henri wiped Leblaine’s wet eyes with his sleeve.

“So please don’t cry. It makes my heart hurt too much.”

The hand stroking her head was very careful.

After Leblaine calmed down, Henri spoke to the maids.

“Keep her in the guest room for the time being.”

“Yes, Young Master.”

Just then, Lea came over saying “Oh my, Young Lady!” and took away the child whose eyes had turned bright red.

Henri watched Leblaine being carried away in Lea’s arms, then turned around.

But Isaac was frozen in exactly the same position as when Leblaine had started crying.

“What are you doing? Stop blocking the way and get lost.”

Henri said, frowning. Isaac looked at his elder brother with a dejected expression, like a puppy with drooping ears and tail.

“Elder Brother, what kind of room did Leblaine live in before?”

Born as the youngest son of House Dubbled, he couldn’t easily imagine a small, dirty room.

Even his dormitory room seemed like it could fit about two of Leblaine’s guest rooms connected together.

It was the same for Henri.

“There are records of Leblaine that the Empress Dowager sent in the administrative office. It should say what kind of place she grew up in.”

“Let’s go see.”

“Alright.”

The Young Masters immediately headed to the Administrative Department where North was.

When the Young Masters suddenly barged in demanding Leblaine’s records, everyone was flustered wondering what was going on, but soon found and brought the records.

“Do you have documents about the orphanage too? Like the interior of the room.”

“Yes. I checked it before… Ah, here it is.”

Isaac looked at the picture the administrator handed over and frowned.

“No, I mean the room where the Little One lived. Not a barn.”

“That is the room.”

“What?”

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