The Oracle of the Villainous Baby - Chapter 101

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Chapter 101
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‘What on earth is she?!’
It had been a month since I arrived at this Dormitory Mansion.
Shalone returned from her outing and the moment she stepped into the room, her legs gave way beneath her. She collapsed onto all fours, bracing herself with her arms against the floor, her mouth hanging open in shock.
Before coming here, the Witch had given Shalone several instructions on what to do during her absence.
Allen’s complex about being half-human, half-beast?
Nonsense!
She was clearly a wolf, not a dog, yet she was enjoying herself as if she were one, throwing her entire body into it.
She showed not the slightest hesitation in retrieving thrown balls in her mouth. She even did dog paddling in the water.
And secondly, there was the discord between Kalvad Yudia and his father Klein Yudia.
I was told it wouldn’t be a bad idea to resolve the conflict between the two of them.
According to the Witch, Kalvad had desperately sought his father’s approval, but ultimately failed to gain it, bringing the father and son relationship to the brink of ruin. She had expressed concern that Kalvad might even kill his own father and fall into darkness.
But catastrophe?!
Yes, perhaps it really was heading toward ruin!
Because Kalvad no longer even made proper eye contact with his father—he had found a new family and was living happily with them, utterly content.
Whenever he saw Bunny, his mouth would go slack, yet he pretended not to notice. His lips would tremble and twitch, but nowhere in his expression could I find sadness or anger.
And do you know what I witnessed yesterday?
Klein Yudia, who was unmistakably Kalvad Yudia’s father—the one supposedly facing ruin—came near the Annex Building and was caught by Bunny. He made a pathetic excuse about being “out for a walk” before being chased away.
Kalvad watched the whole thing with a slack, delighted expression, his massive frame standing behind Bunny’s small back as if hiding.
And four days ago, I encountered an Elf walking about the Dormitory Mansion.
An Elf who had suddenly vanished one day!
I had read in literature that this pointed-eared race, with their beautiful appearance, was arrogant and noble, despising all races other than their own.
In my childhood, I studied ancient Elvish.
To be precise, it wasn’t really studying—it was more like having the knowledge injected into me through the Witch’s magic.
But the process was unbearably painful.
Still, I endured it. Because the Witch said it would be absolutely necessary later to rescue the Elves and teach them the human language!
Rescue?! Teach?!
What nonsense!!
“Who are you? A newly arrived human?”
“Ah, yes… Um, are you an Elf?”
“Indeed. Interesting things frequently roll into this Dormitory Mansion. Tsk tsk. Such a stone won’t last long, so I suppose I should make an effort. Pitiful creature.”
Fluent in the Empire’s common tongue, no less!
Hearing such scornful words from an Elf dressed as a gardener, who was actively tending the Annex Building’s garden himself, left me so dumbfounded that I couldn’t even speak.
Still, I thought there might be something left to try, so today I visited the Antique Shop.
I thought a glass bead that was a family heirloom might be at the Antique Shop, and I could buy it for 10 million Rost.
I had some doubt that 10 million Rost would even be available.
In contrast, Shalone had been given 10 million Rost in funds by the Witch beforehand, so I thought she could buy it first, regardless of anything else.
“Ah, a glass bead for 10 million Rost? That was purchased two or three years ago by some cute Young Lady.”
“A cute… Young Lady?”
“Yes. She was a cute little Young Lady with pink eyes and water-blue hair just as pretty as yours.”
But even that position had been stolen from me!
‘Anyone can see you’re talking about Bunny!’
And that wasn’t all—the Witch had been quite clear about it.
Klein Yudia already knew that the child called Bunny was a Demon Clan Member, so he must regard her with great contempt and revulsion.
He wouldn’t cast her out due to his nature, but he would merely tolerate her presence.
Bunny was causing all sorts of incidents because she wanted to be loved by him, or so the Witch had said.
She had warned me to steel myself, as he might even torment me.
In fact, she had suggested that inviting such torment wouldn’t be entirely unwelcome.
But discord? Revulsion? Contempt?
It was laughable.
Unless one were a fool, anyone could see how dearly Klein Yudia cherished Bunny.
Despite his taciturn, expressionless face, his eyes seemed to drip with honey whenever he looked at her.
It was painfully obvious how flustered he became whenever the child whimpered.
‘What am I supposed to do in this situation?’
There seemed to be no opening for me to slip into.
‘If I’m not loved, I’ll be lost.’
Without love, the Stone would crumble to dust, and I would cease to exist—reduced to nothing more than a lifeless doll.
‘That cannot happen.’
I refused to let it.
I had to seize someone’s heart by any means necessary.
Bunny had already nestled herself into too many hearts. It wasn’t a matter of liking or disliking her.
My very survival depended on this.
‘She’s the problem.’
I had to expose her as a Demon Clan Member to everyone, no matter what.
Then I would drive her from the Dormitory Mansion and take her place.
Only then could I survive.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Shalone stared blankly at her own ragged fingernails, which she had been gnawing at relentlessly.
“You were born to be loved as the protagonist of this world. Without being loved in this world, you have no value whatsoever.”
“…Love.”
“Yes. You may have nothing now, but soon you will command the Duke’s House and bend the Royal Family to your will. You are a virtuous and kind child. One who drives out evil and holds goodness in her heart.”
“Drive out evil….”
“I will give you this world. When you find happiness, I too shall find happiness. When you are finally complete, at last I will be able to return.”
Recalling the Witch’s whispers from her earliest memories—spoken while she sat in a chair in a dim room—Shalone slowly opened her eyes.
“Yes…. I was born to be loved….”
Shalone’s blue eyes grew slightly clouded as she murmured softly. To be honest, this was a matter of life and death for her.
She had no room whatsoever to consider the feelings of others.
“Kekeke, shall I lend you a hand, little Young Lady?”
At the sudden voice, Shalone—who had been hunched over with her head bowed—opened her eyes wide.
There had been no one there moments before, yet now a pair of pitch-black shoes stood mere inches from my face.
Shalone slowly attempted to lift her head.
Or rather, she tried to.
Had it not been for the oppressive weight bearing down from above, pressing against her skull like an invisible force, she surely would have succeeded.
Drip, drop.
Cold sweat traced down her cheek and fell onto the Carpet below.
She couldn’t lift her head. The weight upon it was immense, as though someone had placed an enormous pendulum directly atop her skull.
“Who… are you…?”
“There’s no need for the young lady to know who I am. I simply wish to help. Your deepest desires, the wishes hidden within your heart, and those yearnings as well.”
“What… are you talking about?”
“You want to expose that young girl as a member of the Demon Clan, don’t you?”
At the voice that whispered like a playful chuckle—light and airy, yet concealing dark desire beneath—Shalone’s eyes widened dramatically.
Her neck flushed crimson as the realization that her innermost thoughts had been laid completely bare washed over her.
“I’ll help you. After all, I’m quite displeased with this current situation myself. So…”
“…”
“Sprinkle this on that girl in a place where there are many people.”
Thunk, roll.
Something fell to the floor—a tiny glass vial containing a pitch-black liquid.
“What is this…?”
“It causes no harm to the user. It’s an essence condensed from Demon Clan energy… it simply restores those hiding their true forms back to their original appearance.”
Kehehehe.
A somewhat eerie laugh echoed through the air, and then the footsteps silently vanished from before her eyes.
The oppressive weight that had pressed down upon her head disappeared entirely.
“This is…”
Shalone stared blankly at the small vial clutched in her trembling hand.

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