The Baby Who Regressed Refuses Childcare - Chapter 185

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[I find it very, very strange that you’re not crying.]

I looked up at Ricaruss’s voice.

I hadn’t noticed while organizing my thoughts, but the three Absolute Beings and Lasandra were all staring at me with peculiar expressions.

[Little human. Cry. Cry!]

[That’s right, Annellia. I know you’re a regressor, but your body is still ten years old, isn’t it? It wouldn’t be strange at all if you cried.]

But even at Hegatan and Ulgen’s words, I shook my head back and forth.

“No… crying won’t solve anything.”

Lasandra burst into laughter.

[That’s right, crying won’t solve anything! Is it because you’re my descendant that you think exactly the same way?]

Then she came over and patted my head while smiling brightly.

[Still, you won’t feel frustrated anymore. At least now you know who you are, right?]

I nodded.

As Lasandra said, once I accepted it, my head gradually became clearer.

‘Until now, it felt like there were countless holes scattered throughout the puzzle.’

Now all my questions were being resolved, each finding their proper place.

The truth that had been hidden behind Isabel’s death.

The reason Empress Karin could use black magic.

My regression, and even Theo’s existence.

[Annellia, sorry to interrupt your thoughts, but time is up.]

Then Lasandra spoke.

And pointed somewhere.

[But do you know what Theo Lirquian, your father, is doing?]

From where Lasandra pointed, bright light was shooting out.

I kept my gaze fixed on that place and shook my head.

“What is he doing?”

[There are four sky passages in the Heavenly Realm that lead to the Human Realm. Theo Lirquian has installed magic amplification devices at each of those coordinates. Currently, he has exactly one location left.]

I opened my mouth slightly.

Somehow I could just feel it.

In this place where I was, the Heavenly Realm, tremendously powerful and pure magic flowed.

So there must certainly be a flow of magic at the passages from the Heavenly Realm to the Human Realm too.

The fact that Theo installed magic amplifiers at those passages meant…

“Since the Heavenly Realm’s magic is strong, he’s trying to amplify it to kill Crookiatus?”

[Hmm, similar.]

But there was something that didn’t make sense for that to be the case.

For amplified magic to become a meaningful attack, the magic needed to be condensed.

But that was never an easy task.

Magic fundamentally had a strong tendency to scatter.

I knew this because I had been researching magic small bombs until recently.

“It’s not just any magic, it’s the Heavenly Realm’s magic. To gather it together would require a very powerful device, wouldn’t it?”

Lasandra smiled without answering.

I continued thinking.

A device to condense the Heavenly Realm’s magic.

This device would undoubtedly be tremendously complex.

It would be research of a completely different dimension from the magic tools and magic formulas I had created so far.

The very idea of drawing upon the Heavenly Realm’s magic was absurd to begin with.

“It’s strange. The Heavenly Realm’s magic is a power that doesn’t belong to this world. To condense it would require something that could withstand such power, but there’s no such material in the Human Realm.”

[Really?]

“Of course. Whatever material it is would quickly lose its form, right? This is impossible for humans…”

My voice gradually grew smaller.

“Impossible, territory…”

Eventually I closed my mouth completely.

Very slowly, I finally began to understand what Lasandra had been telling me.

[That’s right, Annellia. It’s impossible territory for humans.]

“…But Theo isn’t an ordinary human.”

Theo had half a human body and half the body of Crookiatus, who had once been a god.

So for him, there wasn’t absolutely no way to condense magic drawn from the Heavenly Realm.

“…Don’t tell me, don’t tell me he’s planning to trap it in his own body?”

Theo must be planning to condense the magic absorbed from the Heavenly Realm in his own body.

A short breath burst out between my parted lips.

“That’s impossible.”

If he did such a thing, even Theo wouldn’t remain unharmed.

It was power that could annihilate even Crookiatus, so wouldn’t it harm Theo too?

My hands began trembling with fear or some unknown emotion.

At the same time, realization washed over me.

That Theo couldn’t have been unaware of all these facts.

‘It doesn’t matter to him.’

Whether his body was completely destroyed or not, whether his breath was cut off or not.

Because Theo was planning to become a magic bomb himself.

Being annihilated together with Crookiatus.

That was exactly what Theo wanted.

I looked at my left hand with an expression of disbelief.

On my middle finger, Lasandra’s ring that Theo had put on me was emitting bright light.

Lasandra said.

[The ring’s true ability. Has Theo Lirquian ever told you about it?]

I shook my head.

[That’s what I was wearing on both hands when I absorbed the corrupted magic from Crookiatus. It has the effect of blocking the poison of corrupted magic to some extent.]

Suddenly I remembered what had happened just before entering this space.

The memory of stepping on the black magic altar at the hunting ground and losing consciousness.

[If you hadn’t had the ring, you would have died. Sorry to say, but now there’s no more regression, so you would have gone straight to the world of the dead, right? Corrupted magic annihilates the body.]

That was a fact I already knew well.

Because I had seen Senianna up close, who had died becoming black liquid after using black magic.

[But as a result, Annellia, you’re fine. That ring blocked the poison of the corrupted magic.]

My head pounded with emotions I couldn’t tell if they were shock or betrayal.

The assumption that Theo had only been thinking of protecting me from the beginning was becoming more and more certain.

All his talk about artifact research was lies, and in the end he just wanted me to wear this ring.

In preparation for when Crookiatus or his minions attacked me.

[Annellia. There’s really not much time left now, so listen carefully. First, there are quite a few possibilities that opened up with your regression.]

Lasandra’s voice suddenly became static.

I quickly looked up, but Lasandra’s figure was no longer visible.

Ulgen, Hegatan, and Ricaruss’s eyes had also disappeared.

[We saw you living again from here. Abner too, and Taranta’s Crown Prince as well. When small variables gather, sometimes the results turn out very differently, right?]

The surroundings quickly flickered once more as if the lights were being turned off and on.

[One more future where Theo can survive has been created. It’s like a miracle created by the small changes you brought about!]

Lasandra’s voice was getting smaller and smaller as time passed.

Perhaps knowing this herself, she sounded that much more desperate.

[When you return, do what you most want to do first! Don’t think… complicated… thoughts! What you should do first! Think about the emotion you’re feeling now!]

The speed of the flickering around me grew faster and faster.

“Lasandra!”

When I called her name without realizing it, I heard one last very distant word.

[Think about who you are!]

At the same time, the surroundings went dark.

Sharon paced anxiously around her office.

The Blessing Festival had been canceled.

Naturally, the sacrificial hunt had also been called off.

The knights dispatched from the Imperial Palace were still in the snow-covered forest, removing the remaining demonic altars.

Even though they had stopped being active, the toxic energy was so strong that dozens of mages had to be mobilized.

Annellia’s return to the central outpost had been five days ago.

That day, Annellia had returned with a completely pale face, carried on the Crown Prince’s back.

‘What are you just standing there watching! Do something, please do something somehow—! Quickly—!!’

‘The altar, Annellia, she stepped on the altar…’

Prince Marcs was shedding tears and couldn’t even explain the situation properly.

Awin Dennis had a corpse-like pale face and his voice was completely hoarse.

It was because he had screamed nonstop asking for help all the way to the central outpost.

The two princes of Longton were taken away by the Imperial Palace Knights as soon as they arrived at the outpost.

Because Lambert Longton had died, and Philomena Longton was revealed to be behind everything.

And the Crown Prince.

The Crown Prince who had carried Annellia back was…

Sharon held her forehead.

The bags under her eyes, sunken from days without sleep, throbbed.

Annellia still hadn’t opened her eyes.

None of the medicines she had developed could make her wake up.

A weak moan escaped through Sharon’s parched lips.

Just as she closed her eyes tightly and barely managed to grip the desk in her office.

“Your Excellency!”

The door burst open and Wendel rushed in.

Sharon looked directly at Wendel with eyes trembling with faint hope.

“…What is it. Has Annellia regained consciousness?”

Wendel hesitated but soon shook his head.

“It’s not that.”

“Then what!”

“Your Excellency, a midwife has appeared. The midwife who delivered the young master has come to this palace!”

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