The Baby Who Regressed Refuses Childcare - Chapter 37

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Brooke couldn’t understand what was happening right now.

A pained groan escaped from his mouth.

The light that instantly covered his vision was so intense it felt like his eyes would pop out.

“What!”

Forgetting that he shouldn’t make noise, he reflexively covered his eyes and shouted.

“…Wh, what!”

Then he saw something and his expression twisted sharply.

A brilliant light was emanating from the back of the child he had just attacked.

The light wrapped around the child’s body in a circle, creating a strange afterimage.

Then something unbelievable happened.

“…!”

The afterimage moved along the child’s past path as if time was rewinding.

Brooke forgot to move and stared intently at the afterimage.

The afterimage, both yellow and white, was clearly going backwards through the past few seconds.

Like rewinding a recorded video.

When the afterimage passed through his hands and headed back to the bed, Brooke finally came to his senses and pursued the afterimage.

And with his eyes wide open, he raised his blade high toward the afterimage.

However.

Creak-

The sound came from behind, not in front.

When he quickly turned around again, the target was escaping through the open door crack.

He looked back at the bed.

The afterimage that had been there just moments ago was gone.

“Damn!”

Brooke cursed under his breath and immediately followed after the target.

But there was a problem.

“Oh, Young Miss!”

Was it because the commotion had been too loud?

At the far end of the opposite corridor, two employees in nightclothes had come out of what appeared to be the employee lounge.

Despite being quite seriously injured, the child was still running toward them.

Brooke frowned momentarily in conflict.

Should he continue chasing the target?

Or was this mission a failure here?

He had never failed a mission even once before.

After all, he had never encountered such bizarre variables as today.

“Can’t be helped.”

Just as he decided he couldn’t just return and took a running stance.

Swoosh-

The body of the child who had been running hard suddenly tilted sharply to the right.

Brooke watched with a frown as the small body collapsed.

In the direction the child was falling, the central staircase existed.

“Ahhh! No, Young Miss!”

Along with the maids’ screams, the child falling down the stairs happened in an instant.

Thud, thud- the dull echoing filled the manor.

The child rolled down the tall staircase and finally sprawled out like a corpse at the building’s foyer.

Brooke bit his lips tightly.

The front door within his line of sight was half open.

Beyond it, he could see Wendel Abner, who hadn’t shown his face at the manor all day.

‘I need to retreat.’

With this turn of events, the operation was a failure.

With even Wendel having returned, if he didn’t withdraw now, an even bigger situation would obviously ensue.

‘I’ll have to be satisfied with not having my identity exposed.’

Judging it best not to cause any more commotion, Brooke quickly returned to the room.

And disappeared into the darkness through the open window.

While pondering how to report what he had experienced today.

Still, if there was hope, it was that the small target might already be dead.

Abner’s stone central staircase looked quite merciless even to Brooke.

“…What.”

Wendel froze in place, doubting his own eyes.

Annellia was collapsed before his eyes.

“Ah, ah…!!”

He could hear Ann Clark behind him letting out a piercing cry.

Wendel had safely arrived at the manor’s rear gate 2 minutes ago.

It was the moment he was passing in front of the main entrance to get to the annex, when a maid’s scream rang out.

Opening the door was an instinctive action.

But at the scene that unfolded before his eyes afterward, he could only freeze, forgetting even instinct.

Right before his eyes, Annellia’s body came rolling down dizzyingly.

Leaving pools of fresh blood on every step.

“Young Miss!!!”

He could see Miel and Soya frantically coming down the stairs.

Soon Butler Roger in nightclothes also appeared from the first floor corridor.

His expression turned deathly pale in an instant.

“What happened!!”

Sharon Abner’s loud voice rang out from the left.

Wendel turned his head with a rigidly hardened face.

He could see his lord who had been waiting in the annex, running over in uniform.

Her hair was disheveled across her forehead, unlike usual.

“This is, what on earth…”

Sharon Abner froze in place.

Miel and Soya, who had just reached the floor, hurriedly approached Annellia.

They extended their trembling hands toward the child.

At that moment, a faint voice rang out among them.

“…I’m…fine.”

Miel and Soya’s hands stopped in mid-air.

The child was lifting her head very slightly.

Large ivory-colored eyes scanned her surroundings with jerky, broken movements.

A deep wound was visible on the child’s exposed back.

It was a wound so terrible that words couldn’t describe it.

Gasp, gasp, with each unstable breath, the child’s chest rose slightly.

Amid the terrible silence, the small lips moved once more.

“…I’m fine.”

This time it was an understandable word, but no one could respond.

Blood from the torn forehead flowed down along the bridge of her nose.

“I’ll get better… soon. I can make… healing potion…”

One thing was certain.

None of this was what an injured child should be saying.

“I can’t… move well.”

Rustle, the small legs moved.

Then, as if strength had left them, they went limp again.

“Alone, can… don’t come, help me…”

It was a horrifying silence.

Only the child’s empty eyes trembled occasionally, as if seeing something.

“At night, at night… won’t be… noisy. So… so…”

Blink.

The large eyes wavered greatly, then suddenly went out.

The next moment, the child closed her eyes and fell unconscious.

“Do you think this makes any sense?!”

A rough, aged voice echoed thunderously through the basement.

The pale-faced guard flinched and trembled.

Crash—!!

The glass in Sharon’s hand shattered with a sharp sound.

Blood trickled from her clenched fist, but she didn’t even blink.

“An assassin infiltrated my manor, the main manor no less. And you can’t tell me who it was?”

“…”

“Blood, the entire main manor is covered in…!!”

Unable to finish her words, her lips trembled violently.

Butler Roger approached with a pale face.

“Your Grace, interrogating the soldiers now won’t be of any use.”

A terrible silence descended.

“It was a well-trained assassin. There’s no way the guards stationed at the manor entrance could have known.”

The soldiers bit their lips tightly and bowed their heads.

They too were feeling terrible guilt.

Though they had little connection with her, it was the five-year-old child they occasionally encountered while coming and going from the manor.

The child who would bow repeatedly in greeting whenever she saw them.

Sharon Abner’s face sank deep into despair.

Roger was right.

The opponent was an assassin who had deliberately infiltrated the manor.

It wouldn’t have been easy for ordinary guards to catch him.

Moreover, today even Wendel, who usually stayed in the main manor and detected intruders with his sharp senses, was absent.

“What damned bastard!”

Sharon Abner, spitting out profanity she rarely used, slammed the desk.

Blood smeared from her injured hand.

“What fearless rat sent an assassin to my manor!!”

Her purple eyes rippled with an especially deep crimson hue.

“And to target of all things…!”

Sharon Abner squeezed her eyes shut as dizziness suddenly overwhelmed her.

Roger spoke up again with a trembling voice, barely managing his words.

“Your Grace. Dawn is already breaking. You know that getting angry won’t solve anything.”

The anger in Sharon Abner’s eyes flared up once, then subsided.

She looked at Wendel, who had remained silent.

“That woman.”

Wendel raised his head.

“Where is Ann Clark now?”

The reason she had left the manor today.

The woman she suspected of being behind Annellia, Ann Clark, was in the East Wing dungeon.

“That woman might know something!”

Wendel rose from his seat.

Sharon Abner, also anxious, followed behind him.

The two walked quickly toward the East Wing dungeon without saying a word.

But when they arrived at the dungeon, Ann Clark was nowhere to be found.

Only a broken lock hung rattling on the latch.

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