The Baby Who Regressed Refuses Childcare - Chapter 127

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Southern Fortress.

No, the top floor of the splendid castle now called the Abner Townhouse.

“I’m here!”

The door opened and a cheerful greeting was heard.

The people who had been busily examining something on their desks all looked up at once.

“President?”

“Princess, you’ve arrived!”

And then they all covered their mouths one by one.

A light brown shirt, black velvet pants.

With suspenders neatly fastened over them and hair braided down on both sides.

“President… today you look so…”

“I look great! Ann finally braided my hair for me!”

The one who entered was Annellia, dressed more adorably than ever.

Annellia looked around the research room familiarly and said.

“It’s lunch time. Why is everyone still working?”

“Well, the experiment just finished.”

“The weapon implant attack amplification device?”

“Yes. We confirmed the magical reaction just now. It’s working well within the predicted margin of error.”

Annellia’s expression brightened.

Annellia always smiled like that when something pleasant happened during research.

Not opening her mouth wide, but pursing her lips and just slightly lifting the corners of her mouth.

One researcher who had been staring blankly at her plump, puffed-up cheeks suddenly slapped his own cheek.

Annellia’s eyes widened.

“What’s wrong?”

“Oh, it’s nothing.”

Another researcher nearby whispered.

“Owen threatened that he wouldn’t let it slide if anyone looked at the President with improper eyes.”

“Improper eyes?”

“He said not to dare think the President is cute. That’s something only he, as her former teacher, can do…”

Annellia’s face scrunched up.

“What’s that about!”

Suddenly, the door to a small room attached to the inner part of the research room opened.

“What do you mean what. It’s a new rule I established for our academic society’s research room.”

Owen walked out yawning, with disheveled hair and wearing loose research clothes.

Annellia immediately put her hands on her hips and let out a big sigh.

As her braided hair swayed, another researcher slapped his own cheek.

“Teacher. I told you to stop bullying the other researchers.”

“Bullying? Stu-student, did you just… call it bullying?”

“Yes! You terrible teacher! There’s a mountain of work to do and you were napping alone inside again, weren’t you?”

“Stu… student? Someone who hasn’t shown their face in the research room for days, going to the Imperial Palace and whatnot, shouldn’t be saying that, should they?”

“I don’t care, I’m a princess!”

Owen closed his mouth with a bewildered expression.

Then he muttered in disbelief, ‘C-could our child already be going through puberty…’

Annellia ignored him and made a “hmph” sound as she passed by Owen.

She headed to another neatly organized desk next to Owen’s desk.

“I’ve been really busy, you know? I just stopped by today to see if any letters came.”

Owen approached with a frown.

“Letters? Don’t tell me love letters?”

Annellia didn’t answer.

She just flipped through the papers piled high on one side of the desk.

Owen continued urgently.

“You, you little bean! Romance is absolutely forbidden, okay? I definitely said no! The moment I catch you, I’ll go straight to His Grace and…!”

“I’m waiting for a letter from Theo.”

Annellia glared at Owen with her hands on her hips.

She seemed quite upset, as her cheeks were slightly puffed up.

“Uncle Rico said Theo’s busy work just finished!”

Owen made an “ah” sound.

“That negligent Mage Tower Lord? What a half-hearted excuse. He must have thought he’d really get fired from the academic society at this rate?”

“I don’t know either. I was wondering if he at least sent a letter about when he might come…”

“Lia, you really do cherish a researcher who’s only visited the research room five times in three and a half years?”

“It’s not like that! Theo just didn’t come here directly, but he’s been working hard the whole time! He made and sent all the magical device blueprints I asked Uncle Rico for!”

Owen shook his head as if it was obvious.

Annellia glared at Owen and started rummaging through the pile of letters again.

Soon she made a dejected expression and pouted her lips.

“…There’s nothing.”

“Of course there isn’t. That scary-looking guy wouldn’t send letters, which doesn’t suit him.”

A few researchers who had been peeking nodded.

“That’s right. I once saw the Mage Tower Lord from afar and was startled.”

“Right? He’s handsome but looks really scary, doesn’t he?”

“Yes. Like someone who wouldn’t bleed a drop even if stabbed…”

“Theo isn’t that kind of person!”

Annellia shouted.

Owen and the researchers looked at Annellia with surprised faces.

Annellia continued with wide eyes.

“Theo isn’t scary at all, and he’s really kind! He has much better empathy than you’d think, and he has cute sides too – he’s an excellent and capable adult!”

The researchers’ eyes widened.

Owen asked back.

“The Mage Tower Lord… has excellent empathy and cute sides?”

“Yes!”

Just as Owen was about to open his mouth with a “Huh!”

“Brother. Why are you tormenting Lia like this?”

The research room door opened and someone else walked in.

Neatly combed brown hair swept over his forehead, eyes sparkling like summer foliage.

It was thirteen-year-old Awin, who had grown considerably.

“Awin!”

Annellia immediately approached Awin with a happy face.

Awin smiled at Annellia familiarly.

“Lia. No letters came today either?”

“Yeah…”

“I see. Actually, I’ve been checking occasionally. I didn’t say anything on purpose because there didn’t seem to be any.”

Annellia’s expression became dejected.

Awin spoke to comfort her.

“Don’t worry too much. Since his busy work is finished, you’ll be able to see his face soon.”

Annellia nodded reluctantly.

Then she tilted her head and asked.

“But where are you coming from, Awin? Your clothes are really shiny.”

“Ah.”

Awin smiled.

“There was a gathering of Imperial Capital young nobles at a nearby salon.”

“A gathering?”

“Yeah. It’s a fairly large literary club, but it’s basically just a place to meet and get to know each other.”

“Didn’t you also attend a harp performance club last time?”

“I did, didn’t I?”

“The week before that was the riding club.”

“Yeah. I think it was held at Central Park.”

Owen, Annellia, and the other researchers exchanged meaningful glances with each other.

Annellia asked cautiously.

“Brother, where do you get all those invitations from? Mica said that social gatherings in the Imperial Capital are very exclusive and they don’t just hand out invitations freely.”

“Well. Everyone just gives them to me? I received three more invitations today alone.”

“Gasp, three places?”

“It’s better than I thought. Even though they’re gatherings of young nobles, the conversations that go around are quite valuable.”

Annellia pondered for a moment and then nodded.

“That’s right! Come to think of it, brother, you know almost all the rumors circulating in the Imperial Capital, don’t you?”

“Not to that extent.”

But Awin soon made an “ah” sound and looked at Annellia.

“But I did hear something quite absurd today.”

“Something absurd? What was it?”

“Someone was saying.”

A refined smile appeared on Awin’s lips.

It was clearly a smiling face, but somehow his eyes were blazing with an unusual intensity.

“That you’re planning to get engaged to one of the two Marque princes who were your classmates at the Prodigy Academy.”

“….”

“….”

“Wh-whaaaat?!”

“I hear there are marriage talks going on between Abner and the Marque Kingdom.”

Late evening, in the Imperial Palace’s banquet hall.

At the Emperor’s sudden remark, the clinking sounds abruptly stopped.

The Dowager Empress, who had been eating silently, asked.

“What did you just say? Marriage talks between Abner and the Marque Kingdom?”

The Emperor looked at the Dowager Empress.

“That’s what I’m told. It feels like just yesterday I granted that child the Southern Fortress, and now she’s already of that age.”

The Emperor set down his utensils with a clink.

And slowly raised his gaze.

Across from him sat Tian in a proper posture.

“Come to think of it, you’re also reaching the age to find a partner.”

The Emperor lightly wiped the corner of his mouth with the white cloth placed in front of him on the table, then asked.

“Do you perhaps have any young lady you’ve set your heart on?”

At those words, Karin Empress looked at Tian.

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