The Celestial Maiden’s Young Master in Another World - Chapter 4

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Episode 4. Holy Power Can Be Copied
For something thrown together on a whim, Pama’s Bottle was surprisingly convincing.
—Ugh, it’s not stylish at all.
If only the letters weren’t so crooked.
‘But why not? I’m the only baby in this world with Pama’s Bottle. It’s completely unique.’
—Not stylish one bit. The lettering is ugly.
Eli stared down at my face for a long moment before muttering irritably.
—It’s annoyingly cute the way it suits you. But Lian, when are you going to grow up? Once you do, let’s make you an idol.
‘Do idols even exist in this world? And I want to grow up quickly too.’
I never let Pama’s Bottle—my one and only weapon—out of my reach.
“My, it seems you’ve taken quite a liking to that bottle!”
Among the nursemaids and servants, Pama’s Bottle had already become famous as my beloved comfort bottle.
Mother and Father seemed to sense the pittance of Holy Power contained in the bottle, but they didn’t appear to examine it closely.
They merely wore expressions of gentle satisfaction.
‘It’s a relief they don’t seem to sense the Divine Power.’
—So, who made it?
My parents seemed unable to perceive the Divine Power that Eli had poured into the letters of the Holy Power inscription.
That was fortunate. Natural Holy Power could be attributed to blessing, but Divine Power was another matter entirely.
‘Good thing we made it, but now there’s nowhere to use it.’
To fulfill my Divine Mission, I had to encounter Demons or their followers, but there hadn’t been any since the Naming Ceremony.
Apparently, those who had attacked then were followers of Inpurlim, or so I’d heard.
If they attacked so crudely in large numbers like that, there was no way to catch them. I wished a Demon or an Inpurlim member would come quietly instead.
Though, an attack on a Cardinal’s residence probably didn’t happen every day.
I’d been lying still, but progress wasn’t entirely absent.
The way Seongyeom—our white-haired Seongyeom—had distinguished himself at my Naming Ceremony must have been quite momentous, for visitors had been constantly coming and going in the house.
And each of them took a good look at me before leaving, sharing one thing or another with my parents.
With more people moving through the house, the quality of information I could gather changed dramatically.
Eli drifted from room to room, collecting all sorts of gossip.
—Did you hear Davir got dumped by Sonya recently?
—Apparently someone captured a huge number of Demons recently! At the Mist Plain, I think? They brought them from there!
—Seems like the Saint can’t just not hear God’s voice—he’s lost the ability to use power entirely.
—There are seven Cardinals in total. But the Ruderske family is supposed to be the strongest!
—There’s something strange in the Garden. Let’s go look at it later! Once you can walk!
—Nowadays, making accessories from depleted Holy Stones is the hottest trend among the imperial people.
Aside from a few, these were genuinely useful pieces of information.
“Oh my… so Seongyeom attacked those heretics to protect the child!”
Today, a man who introduced himself as Bishop Dainal had come to see me, looking down with an excessively kind smile.
“Indeed, Bishop Dainal. Our little Lian seems destined for great things, doesn’t he?”
“Seongyeom has never protected anyone before. The blessing bestowed by the Elysian must be profound!”
Father’s lip twitched.
Having registered Father’s reaction, Bishop Dainal pressed on with momentum.
“Young Master Lian is surely fated to possess nine Holy Power Crystals!”
“Do you truly believe so?”
‘Oh dear.’
The twitching lip eventually spread into a full grin.
But then.
‘What’s a Holy Power Crystal?’
From how it was being discussed, it sounded like some kind of priestly rank.
“A Cardinal can only rise to that position if they possess the talent of a 9-Crystal. Young Master Lian will undoubtedly become the next Cardinal of Ruderske, succeeding Cardinal Reilake.”
I didn’t know what it was, but 9-Crystal seemed to be something extraordinary.
Well, it probably was. Seongyeom heaped upon me Divine Mission, Divine Power, and Holy Power all at once.
‘I’ll have to look into this Crystal business later.’
“If there were no current Saint, I would have thought a Saint had appeared.”
“Ha. At any rate, isn’t it a good sign that he’ll become someone great?”
With everyone coming by to shower me in praise, it felt like I should be doing something.
‘When am I going to meet a Demon anyway?’

Tap.
After finishing with the guest, Reilake entered his office and immediately took a seat at his desk, accepting the documents.
“These are compiled records regarding the unusual phenomena Seongyeom displayed during the Naming Ceremony.”
His fingers turned the pages with deliberate care.
Though Inpurlim’s attack had placed them in extraordinary circumstances, Seongyeom’s reaction was entirely unprecedented.
“The most recent time Seongyeom displayed such phenomena was during the Saint’s Naming Ceremony.”
“Yes. That time, Seongyeom moved and glowed as if radiating light.”
He had attended the Saint’s Naming Ceremony himself, so he remembered it vividly.
Beyond that, Seongyeom had reacted to all who distinguished themselves in their fields—the Holy Emperor, the Holy Maiden, the Inquisitors, and others.
But there had never been a case where Seongyeom displayed such a massive reaction and was ultimately absorbed into a child.
“Is this all the materials?”
“Yes. I’ve compiled everything from the official records.”
He let out a soft sigh.
Seongyeom’s response was certainly a good omen that the child would grow into someone great, and he should have been pleased.
He could see it in how people came one after another upon hearing the news, offering their congratulations before departing.
It was obvious the child would become an important figure in the future, so they were marking their place in advance.
But.
‘Lian will become the center of an enormous destiny.’
The Saint, whose connection to Elysian had severed. And with it, increased activity from Inpurlim.
And now this attack and Seongyeom’s phenomena as well.
He couldn’t simply rejoice, gripped by an almost certain intuition that all these things were connected.
And then there was the matter of Inpurlim’s purpose remaining unclear.
Those who worshipped demons held the insane ideology of wanting to manifest the demons’ world in this human realm.
It could be excessive concern.
But he had a hunch that it might also be connected to the Demon God who had vanished into hiding after his defeat at Elysian’s hands in the past.
Yet no matter how much he searched the materials, he couldn’t find a clear link connecting them all.
If he could just find one more thing. One more piece, and it would all fit together. His head throbbed.
Knock, knock.
“I thought you might be looking for this.”
Liliad of Ruderske entered his office holding a single sheet of paper.
Compared to the stack of documents the aide had brought, it was remarkably sparse.
“What is this…?”
Liliad sent the aide out before placing the paper on his desk.
“It’s information kept in the archives that only Inquisitors can access. It concerns the Holy War from five hundred years ago.”
Reilake immediately picked up the paper and examined it.
The writing was very brief.
But the moment he finished reading, his mind became crystal clear.
“A Prophet.”
“It’s highly likely.”
“Verification will be necessary.”
“I knew you’d say that.”
Whoosh.
The spent paper burned away in his hands, consumed entirely.
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“Bwaaah…!”
‘No demons coming…!’
“Ooooh…!”
“Pwuuuh…!”
‘Body’s so heavy…!’
“Ooooh…!”
“Pwubah!”
‘Please, just flip already!’
With endless time stretching before me and absolutely nothing to do, I threw myself into practicing the Flipping technique with absolute devotion.
Not long ago, my body wouldn’t move at all and only my arms flailed about, but lately my body was beginning to stir and shift.
“Pwuubah!”
‘Why won’t it work!’
—Try recalling your old memories.
When exactly was that supposed to be? I can’t possibly remember something from that long ago.
Back and forth, back and forth. My frustration was mounting by the second.
And on top of that, there were plenty of spectators around now.
“Lady Sonya, it looks like young Master Lian is about to flip!”
“My, so it’s true! Aylin.”
My nursemaid Sonya and my attendant Aylin stood beside me, their exclamations flowing endlessly as they clapped.
Having an audience always gives me strength.
I used to appear on television as casually as eating rice—I was the attention-seeking type—so whenever someone watched, I performed better.
“Unngh, unngh…”
‘Just a bit more and I’ll have it.’
-Lian, you can do it!
“Young master! Just a little further!”
Buoyed by everyone’s cheering, I delivered a powerful kick!
“Kyaaah!”
“Waah!”
“Wheeeee!”
‘I flipped! I actually flipped!’
I’d finally done it.
Panting hard, I was gasping for breath like I’d run a marathon.
‘With just a little more practice, I should be able to master Crawling too…’
-Lian, you were absolutely perfect!
I lifted my head with a proud, beaming smile and found myself meeting three pairs of teary eyes.
Eli, my nursemaid Sonya, and my attendant Aylin.
‘Hmm?’
“Young master! You were wonderful! Soon you’ll be able to master Crawling too!”
Had I been mistaken?
Before I could study Aylin’s expression more carefully, my nursemaid Sonya swept me up into her arms.
‘Her expression was a bit…’
How could I describe it? Her eyes and mouth seemed to be operating independently—a strange expression altogether.
‘Eli, would you mind following Aylin around for a few days?’
-Kwurrrng! That sounds like total fun!
Eli, who’d been bored out of her mind, fluttered about excitedly at the perfect opportunity.
Twenty-seven years had passed since Eli began staying at my side.
My instincts, honed razor-sharp by her company, were never wrong.
I needed to verify this unsettling feeling.
Yet despite my suspicions, I found nothing about Aylin to fault.
If anything, the only peculiarity was that she took frequent breaks.
‘My intuition can’t be off base.’
-But I’m not picking up anything at all.
I couldn’t tell whether she was a Demon or a Demon follower.
Yet there was no way this eerie sensation could be wrong.
‘For now, let’s just keep watching.’
So I went about my days carrying Pama’s Bottle with me always.
Eli circled Aylin constantly throughout the day.
Several days passed in this stalemate.
Then came the night when a new moon hung in the sky, and finally something happened.
Creak—
In the silent night when everyone slept, a door opened with an eerie sound.
‘Eli, did you hear that?’
-Yeah, I’m seeing it too.
‘Is it Aylin?’
-Complete bullseye.
My instincts were still sharp after all!
She moved with her footsteps muffled, her approach decidedly ominous.
-Lian, she’s holding a blade.
What the—this is far from normal!
I’m still an infant! At least have the decency to show restraint!
As she drew nearer, a sickening aura began to emanate.
‘Urgh… Eli, is that the stench of a Demon?’
-Yeah. Disgusting, isn’t it?
‘I feel like I’m going to be sick.’
Uurgh.
It was a thick, cloying miasma—concentrated malice incarnate.
What could this possibly be called?
Whether it’s malice itself, or something born to manifest malice—I couldn’t quite say.
Encountering a demon’s aura for the first time made my teeth chatter.
It was a completely different type from ghosts or evil spirits.
These weren’t driven by ‘resentment’.
‘Ugh, I’m going to be sick.’
—Hush! They’ll hear you! Hold it!
Gag.
I squeezed my eyes shut and clenched Pama’s Bottle so tightly in my grip that I barely managed to stifle it.
What I was aiming for was a surprise attack.
A baby who can’t even crawl can only manage one thing: an ambush with every ounce of will!
Right now there’s no mother to protect me, no nursemaid.
Eli’s power is too weak to be useful in combat—and besides, I was always the one who fought anyway.
I took a mental breath.
Even after my rebirth, the instincts I’d honed hunting evil spirits were still there.
I’d fought plenty of times with compromised sight, so closing my eyes and preparing an ambush was nothing.
My body’s strength is basically gone, sure. But I trust you alone! Pama’s Bottle!
The moment Aylin raised her sword toward empty air, I poured my Holy Power into the bottle I gripped in my hand.
The letter ‘Pama’ that only Eli and I could see burned white.
As Aylin swung her blade, I dodged it with a masterful Flipping move.
“!!”
Ha! How does my Flipping technique taste, honed for this very moment?
‘Don’t celebrate just yet!’
Using the momentum of the flip, I swung and hurled the bottle.
Putting every last shred of strength into it—the very power of an infant.
Aylin, bent over as she wielded her sword, made for an easy target.
Whoosh—thud, roll-roll-roll…….
The bottle was light, and the baby’s strength was pathetically weak, so it flew gently and struck Aylin’s forehead before tumbling back onto the bed.
“Kyaaaack!!”
But the result was anything but gentle.
‘Aaaah! Why does it have to be so gory?!’
—Because Lian inscribed Pama’s name on it.
I didn’t see this coming either!
Where the bottle struck Aicel’s forehead directly, her skin began splitting vertically.
Ugh, sheesh. My eyes!!
‘When I was exorcising evil spirits, even when I pasted Pama’s Talisman on them, they’d just vanish!’
—Do you know what the first character of ‘Pama’ means? It’s the character for ‘breaking’. And back then, the powers of both Pama and purification were working together.
‘Oh, was that it?’
—Yeah. But you can’t write anymore characters anyway, so just give up.
Damn. If I’d known, I would’ve written ‘purification’ instead.
Between the split skin of her forehead, another face—black as pitch—became visible.
‘That must be its true form, right? A demon?’
—Seems like it.
It had a different kind of grotesqueness than evil spirits.
Driven by visceral revulsion, I fumbled and seized the bottle that had fallen beside me.
“Kyeeeek!”
Aylin, no longer looking even remotely human now, flailed her arms in the air and shrieked.
For better or worse, before I could hurl the bottle a second time, her head burst open with a sickening splat.
Oh no. I’ll be unseen for a while after this.
But setting that aside.
My Pama’s Bottle… it’s actually pretty powerful, isn’t it?
‘One-hit kill with a bottle throw. Wait, am I… actually strong?’
Ugh. That was brutal.
The headless demon writhed on the floor.
Judging by the commotion outside, Father and Mother should arrive soon!
The demon whose head had burst melted like liquid, adhering stickily to the floor.
—Oh?
‘Wow!’
In that moment, Eli’s Divine Power increased, and my Holy Power swelled.
So that’s what they meant about helping her take root in this world!
It actually worked!
‘If I just catch those demons, I can copy their Divine Power!’
A low sound escaped his lips.
Those demon bastards—he’d wipe them out and be done with it.

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