The Celestial Maiden’s Young Master in Another World - Chapter 5

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Episode 5. Future Aspiration: Spy x Man
Wait, do I really need to keep my neck exposed to lure those demon bastards?
Anyway.
I was delighting in a double event where both Divine Power and Holy Force were growing together, when I heard urgent footsteps rushing from outside.
“Lian!”
“Son!”
My parents burst through the door and wrapped me in their arms before they even had a chance to survey the chaos in the room.
Aileen’s invasion and the commotion had actually taken very little time. It was an ambush, after all — nothing surprising about that.
In that brief span, they’d sensed something was wrong and rushed into my room.
Finding myself suddenly sandwiched between two people wasn’t uncomfortable at all.
Is this what it feels like to be loved by family?
Still unfamiliar, so I haven’t quite adjusted yet… but it does feel good.
Once I’ve fulfilled the mission Elysian and Seong-yeom have set before us, and Eli has fully settled in here, I’ll be able to meld completely into this world and live alongside my family, won’t I?
Perhaps I might even get to experience what a happy family truly is.
‘Eli! Let’s work hard at slaying demons!’
-Yes, yes. Let’s.
The moment I made that resolve with Eli, my mother’s hands — which had been spinning me around — finally stilled.
“Phew, thank goodness you don’t seem to be injured anywhere.”
“But what about the room…?”
Once my parents confirmed I was in perfect health, the next thing they did was examine the room.
More precisely, they looked over the demon that had been vanquished and melted after being struck by Parma’s Bottle.
To the naked eye, it just looked like black tarry substance stuck to the surface.
Yet somehow they managed to recognize that this was indeed a demon.
“Surely not… our Lian did this? However did you manage it?”
My father was astounded.
“Just as I thought! My son has the makings of a true Heresy Inquisitor!”
My mother declared with certainty.
“Huh?”
‘A Heresy Inquisitor?’
No way, I absolutely couldn’t do that.
Why is the Heresy Inquisitor even coming up in conversation?
“This is definitely the Condemnation Flame — an ability every Heresy Inquisitor must wield.”
“Though even if our Lian is a genius, isn’t using Condemnation Flame a bit much at his age? In my view, it looks more like Purification Light.”
“Oh my. It’s definitely Condemnation Flame. The demon has been completely annihilated and melted away.”
Their eyes turned toward what had once been the demon, still radiating a filthy aura.
‘Hmm… they’re both wrong.’
-Seriously, both off the mark! They’re completely mistaken.
What I’d actually done was create a vessel using Holy Force, then fill that vessel with Eli’s Divine Power and the power of Parma’s Bottle.
The strength that shatters demons — born from malicious corruption — had shattered and melted this creature of wickedness.
With both my Holy Force and Eli’s Divine Power mixed together, the destructive power was amplified beyond question.
All I’d really done was squeeze out Holy Force and write the incantation on the bottle.
‘Wait. Hasn’t the writing on this bottle gotten a bit faint?’
I traced my finger over the inscription on the bottle I was holding. The letters were definitely growing fainter.
-The amount of Divine Power it contains has decreased.
‘What? Is this consumable?’
-Talismans burn up after use too, don’t they?
‘This can’t be happening.’
-Well, if your Divine Power increases, couldn’t you use it longer? You could write multiple inscriptions too.
‘My Parma’s Bottle is a disposable item.
I’m in shock.
Frozen by that shock, my parents above me were still carrying on their debate.
I’d barely managed to kill one low-rank demon, and the letters were already fading — how could someone so feeble possibly wield advanced techniques like Condemnation Flame or Purification Light?
“Well, in any case, it’s certain our Lian is extraordinary.”
“The fact that you can annihilate demons this way means you’re already handling Divine Power to a considerable degree. And before you’ve even received the Baptism!”
“You’ve awakened to wielding Holy Force before even learning how to run. I wonder who you take after to be such a prodigy.”
“We must be the recipients of an incredibly profound blessing beyond our comprehension.”
Joy, pride, and satisfaction were written plainly across both their faces.
‘Hmm. Should I just leave it at that?’
I’m not actually a genius. But this level of misunderstanding… isn’t so bad, is it?
‘This is the taste of reincarnation, after all!’
I decided to just enjoy this reincarnation buff from the mistaken identity.
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Two months had passed since Aileen first pinned me down.
In that time, I’d mastered rolling over and succeeded at crawling!
Once I got the hang of it, everything became easier.
People around the house were beside themselves—at barely six months, my development was excellent and I was already starting to crawl.
Well, this is my second life around, so everything should come faster anyway. I spent twenty-seven years in a country that prizes speed.
That aside, lately the servants in the house have been looking at me differently. Their eyes gleam and shine.
There was the ceremony incident, and then the matter of exorcising Aileen with Parma’s Bottle.
Word spread among all the servants soon enough.
So essentially, I was treated as a once-in-a-generation genius who manifested Divine Power and vanquished a Demon!
“Young Master, not only is your countenance sacred, but your very existence is holy! I am blessed to be your nursemaid!”
They’d always doted on me generously, but after witnessing all those incidents unfold, they now looked at me with something like reverence.
Deep, exhausted shadows beneath their eyes, yet burning with a fervent, almost manic light.
‘The eyes of a true believer.’
I’d need to cultivate this carefully, make them mine.
Sonya’s happiness aside, her darkening circles stemmed from one source: Aileen.
After the incident, Father had dismissed anyone the slightest bit suspect from the household.
Perhaps the breach of a Cardinal’s residence had shaken him profoundly, even if the Demons had merely been meddling—security was reinforced dramatically.
Eli had recently mentioned seeing heavily armed Holy Knights patrolling the halls out of sheer boredom.
In any case, this vast mansion normally employed many servants.
Excluding the Holy Knights brought in for the enhanced security, the original household staff had been cut to nearly half.
Naturally, the remaining people’s workload had become unbearable.
‘Those damned Demons really aren’t helping.’
I crawled forward and gently tapped the nursemaid’s leg in comfort.
“Ba-ba-ba!”
‘I’ll kill them all soon, I promise!’
“Oh my… Young Master!!”
Sonya covered her mouth with both hands, overcome with emotion.
‘But… I can’t find any Demons anywhere.’
-You said it.
When I’d received the ceremony blessing and even endured Aileen’s assault afterward, I’d thought solving the Demon problem would be quick work.
What I’d overlooked was that both my parents in this life were far too competent.
Not a trace of Demons remained, and the Demon worshippers who used to visit me had vanished as well.
So for these past two months, I’d done nothing but diligently practice crawling. Plus, bottle-throwing as a bonus.
My strength had grown a bit, and now I could smash a Demon’s skull with real force!
‘But there are no Demons.’
Where could a blind Demon have gone?
But that worry was soon resolved.
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“Neigh!”
‘This is what a medieval fantasy carriage looks like!’
“Whinny!”
‘This is what a medieval fantasy landscape looks like!’
I was utterly captivated by the vivid medieval world unfolding beyond the window.
“Lian seems delighted.”
“It’s his first time outside.”
I’m inside a carriage now. Where am I going, you ask? Surprisingly—to see Demons!
When guests had come flooding to the house before, Eli had brought me information about catching Demons in the Mist Plain.
At the time, my reaction had been simple: oh, interesting—but what is the Mist Plain anyway?
A newborn infant couldn’t very well go hunting Demons on his own, especially back when I couldn’t even crawl.
‘But now I’m actually going to see them!’
For reasons I can’t quite fathom, my parents have decided to bring me along to observe the Demons.
Cradled in Mother’s arms, from the moment we climbed into the carriage until we left the house, I simply couldn’t stop marveling.
Why? Because the estate grounds were absolutely enormous.
What I’d seen until now wasn’t a proper garden at all.
The carriage had traveled quite far before we finally passed through the main gates, opening onto a quiet forest path.
And beyond that, the cityscape that appeared was nothing short of another world!
‘Eli, Eli! The whole world is white!’
—Wow, ah….
Even Eli’s eyes went wide as saucers, spinning to take in the view.
The pristine white buildings with their sharp, pointed roofs filled one with reverence.
‘So this is the Holy Empire. Whew, it’s living up to the name, isn’t it?’
Once we left the city center and crossed through the city gates, my excitement only grew.
The unpaved road was rough and rutted—no one lived in these outskirts—yet the carriage barely trembled at all!
‘Why is this carriage ride so smooth?’
Even in my past life, I’d ridden in plenty of luxury sedans, but none—not a single one—had ridden this smoothly.
What kind of magic was this? Magic? Could it actually be real magic?
‘This has to be magically treated, doesn’t it? There’s no way a ride could be this good otherwise!’
—I can feel a different kind of power under the carriage. Not Holy Force, but something else.
‘Ooooh!’
Eli remained unmoved, but my eyes lit up.
‘Magic! Real magic!’
“Aaah! Kyaaaaa!”
“My goodness. If I’d known you’d enjoy an outing this much, I would’ve taken you out to see the world sooner.”
Good. I’m going to hunt down demons earnestly and learn all the Holy Magic there is!
My fussing over the scenery didn’t last long. Before too much time had passed, my delicate baby body gave out, and I tumbled into sleep.
I drifted in and out of wakefulness several times. When I finally stirred, the carriage had come to a halt.
“Cardinal Reilake, Sister Liliad. You must be weary from such a long journey.”
“Haha, we’re hardly the ones to complain. You must have been quite startled by our sudden arrival.”
“Not at all. I’m delighted to see you after so long.”
A rather unremarkable-looking priest in pristine white holy robes exchanged warm pleasantries with us.
“I hear you’ve captured demons beyond those cleared from the Mist Plain—including some taken while hunting Infillum recently.”
“Yes, that’s correct. We managed to capture not only lower demons but a high-ranking demon this time as well.”
A high-ranking demon? My ears perked up.
‘A high-ranking demon would give more points, wouldn’t it?’
—Wouldn’t it just?
I wished I could capture that high-ranking demon too.
My eyes began to gleam.
‘Hm?’
I lifted my head absently and found myself meeting Father’s gaze.
Wasn’t he in the middle of talking to the priest?
I lowered my gaze, only to lock eyes with the priest, who was now watching me with an expression strikingly similar to Father’s.
‘…?’
What was that about?
“There’s something I need to verify. I’d like to examine one of the lower demons with Liliad, my son Lian, and myself.”
“Your Eminence’s son as well?”
“Indeed.”
“I see. Then I’ll prepare everything so you can examine them after you’ve rested from your journey.”
Something felt odd, but the exchange between Father and the priest concluded tersely.
After spending nearly a full day shaking off the fatigue of our long journey, we moved on to the next day.
We made our way to the Basement Dungeon where the demons were being held.
‘Oh… even the corridor leading down to the dungeon is pristine white.’
—Lian. It’s not just white—it’s gleaming. And I can feel Holy Force faintly.’
That was true.
The place where the demons were confined was coated all around with Holy Force, sealing them in completely.
As we descended to the end, I could see dark, sluggish demons beyond the bars, pinned down and in a daze under the weight of the Holy Force.
‘These are demons…?’
They writhed limply, looking just like seaweed stems.
They were nothing like the spirited Aileen.
The moment Father stepped inside the bars, he carefully seated me directly in front of the demons.
‘Huh? Why here?’
—He said there was something to verify. Isn’t he trying to see your power?
Oh! Is that it?
I turned slightly, and three pairs of eyes filled with keen anticipation came into view.
Ah, well then. It’s only natural I should give a demonstration!
‘But wait—is my power going to be enough?’
A moment of doubt flickered through me—would the Divine Power contained in a single character be sufficient?
Seems even shabbier than Aileen’s.
That’s true enough.
Well then, shall we give it a try without worry?
I grinned and hurled Parma’s Bottle straight at the demon before me.
Whoosh—
The bottle flew through the air.
Thunk!
“Kyeeee!!”
Parma’s Bottle struck the demon’s skull dead-on!
And bounced back to land right in my palm.
Again. Whoosh—Thunk!
“Keeee!!”
Excellent! Another direct hit!
The bottle slipped smoothly back into my grasp with a soft click.
“Huh….”
“Wait, how is this even….”
“Oh ho ho ho.”
Father marveled at it; the flat-faced Priest found it unbelievable; Mother remained thoroughly proud.
Hehe hehe.
This is the fruit of all that relentless practice throwing Parma’s Bottle!!
…Or so I’d like to say—but there’s a trick to it.
-Now it seems I can handle Holy Force quite freely.
‘All that practice paid off.’
Parma’s Bottle that I’d created had a huge drawback beyond the fact that its power was consumable.
If you dropped it, you couldn’t pick it up. Who couldn’t? Me.
Now I could manage it, but back then I was barely more than an infant.
What weapon in the world comes as single-use? So I thought harder about it.
When I first created Parma’s Bottle, I’d unconsciously gathered Holy Force at my fingertips, making it sharp and hard.
Without realizing it, I’d transformed the very nature of Holy Force itself.
Not knowing I could do it then—well, now? There’s no reason I can’t.
What I’d wanted was Parma’s Bottle that could return like a boomerang.
Then couldn’t I pull out Holy Force like a ‘thread’ and make it sticky like a ‘web’?
And that’s what I have now.
“Kyaaagh!”
“Ughhhh!”
Heh heh heh heh. I’m practically a spider-man out here.
The way they offer no resistance—it’s like an all-you-can-eat buffet, truly.
My belly’s getting quite full, you know?
‘Urrp—’
That hit the spot.
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The flat-faced Priest.
He left the Basement Dungeon and moved to another location with Railaike and Liliad.
As the Priest lifted his hand and drew it across his face, the bland features suddenly came alive.
The ordinary brown eyes had shifted to an olive green that seemed to hold all the world’s verdure within them.
The dark-haired beautiful young man gazed at Railaike with an unwavering gaze and spoke.
“Lian seems to be a genuine Seer.”

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