The Cowardly Baby Saint Sees Ghosts - Chapter 69

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# Episode 69.
“Am I really going too?”
Inside the carriage, I asked the same question for what felt like the hundredth time.
“Yes, you are. How many times do I have to tell you?”
Demian answered flatly.
“But why are you suddenly taking me along?”
“Because I think it’d be better for you to see what kind of person the Marquis is for yourself. You’ll be entangled with him from now on, after all.”
The earnestness of his answer caught me off guard. I’d assumed he just wanted to show me off.
“That was really the reason?”
“What else did you think it was?”
“I don’t know—that you wanted to show me what you’re good at, I suppose.”
Demian let out a soft laugh.
“There’s some of that too. I was planning to play chess with him.”
“Still, it’s surprising. Your Highness moving so deliberately like this.”
“That’s how I always am, though?”
“I never knew. You’re always just pouting like a child.”
“That’s only with you.”
At those quietly murmured words, my heart tingled in an embarrassing way, so I looked out the window and pretended not to hear.
When we arrived at the Kairun Marquis Estate, the atmosphere was distinctly different from last time.
The Butler greeted us with a flustered expression, and urgent footsteps hurried back and forth somewhere deeper inside.
“What’s happened?”
When I asked, the Butler answered with a troubled face.
“The young lady has suddenly developed a high fever. The Marquis is beside himself with worry.”
Demian’s expression turned serious at once. There wasn’t a trace of panic in him.
“Have you called a physician?”
“Two have already come, but there’s been no improvement.”
“Then what’s the child’s condition like now? Any symptoms besides the fever?”
“She’s vomited several times, and she’s been delirious too.”
Demian nodded briefly and began organizing the situation in his mind.
“Take us to her at once—and have the saint come along to observe. Also, prepare more cold wet cloths and drinking water. And please keep the room cool.”
The Butler nodded in confusion and hurried to carry out his orders.
While the flustered adults around him scrambled, it was Demian who remained most composed, methodically taking charge.
It was a side of him I’d never seen before, yet somehow it felt reassuring.
‘Is His Highness really like this?’
It was completely different from the childish, sulky demeanor I usually saw him wear at the Temple.
Seeing this other side of him, I found myself looking at Demian anew.
* * *
As we passed through the Study and made our way straight to Kairun’s Daughter’s chamber, I encountered the Marquis, his face gaunt with exhaustion.
“Your Highness? The match—surely not today?”
“The match is not the concern here. We need to see to your daughter first.”
Demian cut him off firmly. The Marquis stared at him for a moment, momentarily stunned.
“Saint, would you help me with this?”
His sudden use of formal address startled me, but I quickly realized he was using me as a piece in his strategy.
“Of course. If that’s what you’re asking, Your Highness.”
On a small bed lay a young girl, her face flushed crimson, breathing heavily as if in great struggle.
Her lips were parched and cracked, and the small hands gripping the blanket trembled with a fine, rhythmic shaking.
“You’ve suffered so much, haven’t you.”
I carefully placed my hand on her and let my Holy Power flow through.
The fever registered at my fingertips immediately—scorching. For a simple cold, the heat was far too intense.
It felt as if flames were constantly burning somewhere deep inside her body.
After concentrating for some time, I sensed my Holy Power sinking deep into the child’s body.
Gradually, the fevered forehead began to cool.
“Oh?”
The Nursemaid watching from the side let out a surprised sound.
A few minutes passed, and the child’s eyes opened slightly.
“Daddy?”
At that single word, tears welled up in the Marquis’s eyes.
The always stern, cold-faced man crumbled in an instant.
“Yes, I’m here. You’re going to be all right now.”
The Marquis gripped his daughter’s hand tightly, repeating those words again and again.
Demian, watching from beside her, quietly exhaled a breath of relief.
* * *
Once we’d confirmed the girl was sleeping soundly, we relocated to the Study.
Kairun’s expression had transformed entirely from moments before.
“……I hardly know how to thank you.”
“No, it was simply what needed to be done.”
As I waved off his gratitude, Kairun regarded me for a long moment before bowing his head slightly.
“The physicians couldn’t manage it, yet you accomplished it in an instant. And Your Highness—you remained composed, issuing clear orders on our behalf when we were in disarray. My servants have told me everything.”
Demian looked at Kairun with mild surprise, as if he hadn’t realized the marquis was paying attention to such details.
I hesitated briefly, then gathered my resolve and spoke.
“Marquis, would it be presuming if I asked one favor of you?”
“……Go ahead.”
“Please look after the Crown Prince for me.”
Kairun’s eyes widened with surprise at my request.
“His Highness is still young and has much to learn, I know. But as you witnessed today, he acts with more composure and a stronger sense of responsibility than anyone else when faced with crisis. I thought—if someone with power and standing were to stand beside him, it might spare him danger later.”
To be honest, I was desperate.
The fear that if Demian failed to establish himself properly, he might one day be backed into a corner and make some reckless choice—that fear had always lingered in a corner of my heart.
And I knew better than anyone that my own death might be the consequence.
“……I never expected the Saint to ask such a thing of me.”
Kairun fell silent in thought for a moment, then turned his gaze toward Demian.
“Your Highness, as you know, I have never lent my support even to His Majesty. Never taking sides has been my principle—and it’s precisely that principle which has allowed me to survive in this position for so long.”
“……I understand.”
“But today, thanks to the Saint, my daughter lives. And I witnessed how you remained composed, caring for those around you even in the face of crisis. And I clearly saw how deeply the Saint trusts in you.”
Kairun continued slowly, his voice carrying a weight unlike his usual tone.
“I won’t abandon my principles. But I can offer you a chance to prove yourself. I’ll watch and see. That alone is something of a challenge for me.”
Demian’s expression stiffened at once.
He understood the weight of those words.
“……Thank you.”
“I would like to tell the Saint that you’re welcome to visit anytime.”
The temperature was unmistakably different—endlessly warm toward me, yet still cool toward Demian.
Yet Demian seemed grateful even for that cold courtesy, bowing his head quietly.
* * *
In the carriage on the way back, Demian said nothing for a long while.
“You’ve gained an opportunity.”
“True. That’s quite significant coming from him—he wouldn’t even give it to His Majesty.”
“Then things have gone well. So why that expression?”
“……I didn’t expect you to speak up like that. I never thought you’d make such a request on my behalf.”
His voice was quieter than usual.
“Why did you say such things?”
I found myself at a loss for words. I couldn’t explain everything to Demian about why I’d said what I said.
“……It’s just because I want things to go well for you.”
“That’s not it. The real reason.”
Demian pressed, not letting it drop. Normally I would have let him win and moved on, but today his gaze was earnest.
“……If you were to struggle, I think I’d struggle too. That’s all. We’re a team, after all.”
Demian sat quietly for a long moment, turning those words over in his mind, before answering softly.
“Thank you. I’ll work harder. So you don’t have to worry like that.”
“You were truly magnificent today. When you were giving orders in the marquis’s stead.”
“……Really?”
Noticing how his mood had sunk, I decided to trap him in a cage of compliments.
Sure enough, the corners of his mouth began to twitch upward.
“Yes. I’d never seen you so composed before.”
Demian turned toward the window, looking slightly embarrassed.
“It was so reassuring. I was genuinely surprised watching you from beside him.”
I even clapped my hands as I lavished praise on him, and he gazed at me briefly before offering a faint smile.
“……Can I take you with me next time something like this happens?”
“Of course. Who else would heal the marquis’s daughter?”
“That too, but—I’d just like you there. Like today.”
His voice trailed off softly at the end.
I didn’t know how to answer, so I simply smiled quietly.
Outside the window, the sunset was painting the sky in shades of crimson.
His profile seemed especially mature today.
He looked like a completely different person from the childlike boy she’d seen at the Temple.

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