The Dutiful Kid Who Saved the Villainous Family - Chapter 150

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Episode 150

But right at that moment.

“Hey!”

“Ugh!”

Another researcher with a cheerful expression tightly grabbed his shoulder and said.

“Hey, what are you doing there? Those kids’ condition looks strange right now.”

“Ah, damn it. Did we mess up the drug injection?”

“Yeah, we need to hurry and go calculate!”

The child stuck flat against the wall, Airi, finally let out the breath she had been desperately holding.

She had almost caused big trouble by losing her reason and trying to save the children.

Just now, the researcher could have touched the tip of Airi’s nose!

But just because Airi wasn’t caught didn’t mean the experiment had stopped.

“Guh, guaaaah!”

The children’s agonized screams still echoed vividly in her ears.

“Keep your wits about you.”

“You are sacrifices to create the world of The Great Pope.”

“Be grateful for that fact!”

She still couldn’t help the suffering children.

But…

‘What I can do is…!’

Airi, who had been quietly watching the children in the laboratory and the researchers tormenting them, kicked off from her position and moved out.

Cookie, who couldn’t even call out to stop Airi for fear of being discovered, made a puzzled expression.

‘What?’

But when Airi was like this, she couldn’t be stopped.

* * *

The expressions of the children who came out of the laboratory were different from before.

Hands covered in scratches.

Feet full of burn scars.

While abusing them, the clergy instilled ideology into the children.

That they ‘must never show emotions.’

The moment they showed emotions, they would be abused more severely.

Thanks to that, the children’s expressions quickly became dry.

Looking like machines that had forgotten all emotions, the researchers were pleased.

Because learning to ‘become accustomed to pain and hide emotions’ was the first step to gaining abilities.

But…

On the path where the test subjects were leaving the laboratory in a line.

Children bound tightly with ropes all over their bodies to prevent any possible rebellion were walking slowly.

The laboratory was in the Gray Zone.

Land where not even a blade of grass would grow.

But…

‘Huh?’

Something caught the sight of the children walking in a line with their heads down.

‘It’s a flower.’

It was definitely a very small sprout that had been trampled so it couldn’t bloom in the ground full of magi.

But…

‘A flower bloomed?’

The children’s eyes instantly grew wide.

The escorts had no idea that the children’s distorted faces were gradually relaxing.

Because…

That flower was a flower visible only at the children’s eye level.

The Head Clerics and researchers who always looked only at the spire where the Pope would be would never know.

And watching that scene was…

‘Gasp, my heart is pounding so much!’

Little Ghost Airi.

She couldn’t directly help the children in the laboratory.

But Airi knew just one thing.

That what keeps children’s spirits alive is warm hope.

Seeing the children’s dejected eyes, Airi recalled her past life.

When she was abandoned by her parents in her past life, Airi had the exact same eyes.

But…

“Come with this old woman.”

…At that time, it was her past life’s grandmother who helped Airi.

The grandmother who shone brilliantly in all colors in a black and white world.

“Why are you crying? You have to endure bravely!”

“I don’t know how to endure…”

“Look, no matter how much you torment me, I don’t care! World, go away!”

Airi thought deeply.

She also wanted to give the children warmth like her grandmother’s touch.

A very small power of purification flowed from Airi’s fingertips and touched the flower.

The children held their breath watching the flower slowly bloom.

What would a sprout mean to young children who had undergone countless experiments and forced labor?

Airi could understand without being told.

The desolate ground that seemed to have nothing at all.

A bright yellow forsythia blooming there.

Blooming despite being trampled by the corrupt boots of the clergy…

At that moment, Experiment Subject 109’s hand trembled as he faced the forsythia.

‘Strange. Why is the flower alive?’

The Papal Laboratory was gray land where all life force had died.

So it was said that nothing could grow on that land.

But how strange.

That this small flower sprouted new shoots in this place.

It was amazing.

And somehow…

‘I have the strength to endure hell.’

These were children being consumed by magi, suffering, and being brainwashed again and again.

Through repeated experiments, their entire bodies had been twisted.

But perhaps thanks to the anticipation of a single flower blooming?

The Young Boy looked down at the small flower.

After seeing the flower that took root in a place no one paid attention to…

“Ugh, urgh…”

…It was a very, very strange thing.

Somehow it felt like he could breathe again.

As if even while submerged in countless pains, hope would surely bloom at his fingertips.

Watching the faint hope spreading across Experiment Subject 109’s expression, Airi finally exhaled.

‘This is just the beginning.’

Breathing hope into the children’s hearts.

Making the children happy.

And thus creating cracks in the Pope’s ambition.

‘I can do it!’

Airi and Cookie, the two heroes joined forces!

Right now, it was just a small flower, but….

Airi would plant warm hope in the children’s hearts.

Intense hope that could endure in this place.

Just then, the [World Rate Meter] began to rotate briefly.

[0.01]

The meter moved very slightly but continuously.

[0.02]

“Huh…?!”

And….

A short notification appeared below the meter.

[※The World Rate can also be changed by those who protect the hero.]

Without Airi knowing, those who ‘protected’ Airi were moving.

In the best direction.

* * *

At the same time, outside the sealed Capital City.

The demons that the Pope had planted in advance just before the blockade escaped from the barrier.

The Northern Region and Capital City had been occupied.

In fact, the Northern Region just needed to respond with their usual military strength.

But the atmosphere in the Capital City, which faced demons for the first time, became deadly.

Countless people either entered bunkers or left central politics to head south where there was no demon threat yet.

In the midst of this, the one who shined was Penedeex, the Eastern Mage Tower lord who had taken Airi as his assistant.

“I created a wide-range communication orb so we can hold meetings even without being in the Capital City!”

“Yes, it’s not bad except for how your face looks distorted.”

Melissa Marquess, who received the communication orb first, smiled wryly.

“What inspired this?”

“I was influenced by Melissa Marquess’s tearful grandmother’s heart trying to find Lady Airi!”

“Haah….”

She thought it was better than when he used to make troll eye booger removers.

Then, Penedeex beyond the communication orb shrugged his shoulders.

“So now everyone can communicate remotely, that’s what I’m saying.”

“….”

“Yes, fortunately.”

Melissa Marquess stood up.

“I’m thinking of using this to strategize for the demon war, not for trivial conversations.”

“Huh? But, Your Excellency Melissa Marquess, when you face demons….”

Was he asking if she would commit suicide?

Melissa Marquess let out a hollow laugh.

“Yes, I’ll die if I face demons. But I can command the war from the rear, can’t I?”

“Huh? But don’t you lack private soldiers?”

“I don’t have private soldiers, but I have people to give these communication orbs to.”

“Huh?”

Penedeex looked bewildered.

Then, Melissa Marquess turned off the communication orb without answering.

She then took out several letters and communication orbs stored in her drawer and stood up.

She had somewhere to go.

Precisely….

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