The Oracle of the Villainous Baby - Chapter 114

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Chapter 114
Bunny watched the Terrace doors swing shut, then crept forward in a sideways shuffle and pressed her face flush against the glass pane.
With her face pressed so tightly against it, the interior became dimly visible through the distorted view.
Shalone and the Young Lady stood facing each other.
‘Something feels off.’
I’d sensed it the moment our eyes first met.
Those eyes—slightly lifeless, devoid of vitality. Unmistakably the eyes of someone wicked… yet her voice was as gentle as Father’s.
‘Should I really rescue Ho-Mung?’
Or should I just leave things as they are?
Bunny tilted her head back and forth, wrestling with the decision.
As I rubbed away the thick smudge my face had left on the glass with my fingertips, I finally gave the door a subtle push with my body.
‘Bunny, make it look like you stumbled in by accident.’
I opened the door with my body and suddenly staggered across the Terrace, then crumpled to the ground with a thud and opened my mouth.
“Ow, ow, ow~ Bunny’s feet slipped and I accidentally opened the door…”
Ouch.
I made a pained sound and lifted my head slightly.
“….”
“….”
Shalone was staring at me with eyes as cold as ice. They radiated pure bewilderment and exasperation.
“Hehe.”
The White-Haired Woman beside her burst into laughter, then approached with a meaningful expression, her footsteps clicking against the floor as she stopped before me.
“This is really strange.”
She crouched down leisurely, grabbed the back of my neck as I lay sprawled out, and lifted me up while tilting her head.
“You’re not usually this type of character…”
The pale-faced woman brought her face inches from mine and smiled faintly before speaking in a leisurely tone.
“What exactly are you? Could it be…”
Her lips drew close to my ear.
A tingling sensation crawled across my entire body, and I hung there limply, my eyes widening.
“Are you a possessor?”
Her soft voice whispered against my ear.
I blinked a couple of times and tilted my head with a confused expression.
“A possessor?”
The word felt both familiar and utterly foreign, so I kept my mouth firmly shut.
“You say no? But that can’t be right… You couldn’t possibly be this type of character originally. You’re supposed to be gloomy and dark, yet desperately yearning for human warmth, wanting to be loved but not knowing what to do about it.”
“Bunny isn’t that kind of person.”
“No, you are. That’s how you were written.”
At the woman’s words, I furrowed my brow.
Again, that uncomfortable tingling sensation washed over me.
I pouted my lips and flailed my limbs earnestly.
“Hmm…”
Regardless, the woman who had grabbed Bunny by the scruff of her neck spent a long moment rubbing her chin as she leisurely examined her.
“Or perhaps there was some adult or someone else around who gave you advice?”
“Let me go, lady!”
“My.”
As Bunny thrashed with all her might, the woman finally lost her grip and released her.
Bunny landed on the floor and dashed toward Shalone.
“Is it because she’s a Demon Clan Member? She certainly is brutishly strong.”
Flinch!
Bunny’s body trembled violently.
‘Does this person know that I’m a Demon Clan Member?!’
No matter how I look at it, she seems like a villain—what if she finds out I’m a Demon Clan Member?
Just remember to be careful. If my identity as a Demon Clan Member is exposed, even Kiriel Yudia won’t be able to overlook it.
Bunny turned her head.
There were so many people here. If I were exposed, I’d certainly be cast out and unable to stay with my father any longer.
Besides, Roel doesn’t particularly like Demon Clan Members either.
“I heard there was another participant, though….”
The woman muttered something incomprehensible to herself.
Bunny stared at the woman intently.
“Ah! Could it be that you’re the one who saved the Crown Prince? Or did someone tell you how to save him? Or perhaps there was someone who helped you? Hmm?”
“…Don’t bother Shalone.”
Instead of answering the woman, Bunny glanced at Shalone, whose expression had grown dark, and quickly opened her mouth.
At Bunny’s words, the woman’s eyes widened before she burst into a giggling laugh, spreading both arms wide.
“Goodness, am I bothering her? Shalone, you say? Surely not. Shalone is like a precious daughter I’ve raised myself. I’m merely offering her some advice.”
The woman smiled beautifully and leisurely draped her arm across Shalone’s shoulders, then began stroking her cheek with her fingertips.
Shalone shrank her neck slightly.
“I’m simply pondering how to drive you out of the house.”
At the woman’s words, Shalone’s eyes widened. The young girl looked flustered as she shifted her gaze to Bunny.
“…You’re trying to drive Bunny out?”
“Yes. You two seemed to be getting along quite well… Poor thing. She only entered that house to drive you out.”
At the woman’s assertion, Bunny stared directly at her in silence.
The way she didn’t even blink felt somehow unsettling.
“Because everything you have now, all the love you receive now, all the attention you monopolize now—it all belongs to our Shalone.”
“Why?”
“Why? Because that’s how it’s been decided. Yet you’ve stolen everything that belongs to Shalone and act as though it’s yours. How shameless.”
Bunny tilted her head slightly.
The child turned to look at Shalone and opened her mouth.
“Did I do that?”
When Shalone merely moved her lips without answering, the woman spoke in her stead.
“You did. Poor Shalone—because of you, she’ll never be loved by anyone, never even create a heart, and will die.”
At the woman’s words, Bunny quietly turned her head to look at Shalone.
Then I lowered my gaze to Shalone’s heart. My pupils instantly split vertically, then flushed a deep crimson.
“You won’t die.”
I turned my head slowly to look at the woman.
Eyes of profound stillness.
Blood-red pupils, parched and withered, as though they exhaled the scent of iron, swept across the woman with deliberate languor.
‘The atmosphere has changed….’
Shalone swallowed hard.
The Witch had always told Shalone that I was a terrifying, dreadful Demon Clan Member.
But honestly, Shalone had often questioned whether those words were truly accurate.
Because although I was cunning and spiteful, overflowing with mischief, the behavior Shalone had witnessed from me differed greatly from the actions of Demon Clan Members she had heard about and those of a child.
A Demon Clan Member who, with hands that had been tenderly caressing moments before, with a smiling face that had been conversing, could bewitch someone and tear out their heart to chew and swallow in an instant.
That imagined, bloodthirsty monster and I simply did not align.
But what of now?
‘…A Demon Clan Member.’
Now it felt unmistakably true.
The temperature around us gradually dropped, and in those blood-red eyes swirled only cruel innocence.
“You….”
I grinned wickedly and raised my hand toward the woman.
The moment Shalone saw my eyes gleaming dangerously, she hastily stretched out her arm and hooked me by the waist, tucking me against her side.
“Bunny!”
“Huh?!”
“Didn’t I tell you to stay tucked away in the corner? Why did you come out here?!”
Shalone cried out, her eyes deliberately narrowing with severity.
I, dangling limply against her side, blinked.
Tremble—
Shalone’s arm, which held me at her side, trembled finely. And that vibration transmitted directly to me.
I gazed silently at Shalone’s eyes, then laughed with a snort, my eye corners crinkling.
My pupils, which had flickered once, returned to their usual shimmering pink as though nothing had happened.
Relieved by my return to my usual self, Shalone exhaled softly.
“Bunny, I have someone to introduce to Shalone.”
“Someone to introduce to me…?”
“Yes, it’s fine. Shalone won’t die.”
Still tucked against Shalone’s side, I flailed my limbs as I spoke.
“Your heart is growing big and strong. I’ll make you a really big, important person.”
At my words, Shalone gazed down at me silently, then sighed.
“I should probably head back to the Banquet Hall before suspicion grows, Mother.”
“Ah, yes, do that. It wouldn’t be good to disappear for too long. You remember what I said earlier, don’t you?”
“…Yes.”
“Good, you’re doing well without me. I’ll be heading to the Duke’s House soon as well….”
Watching the woman’s eyes crease beautifully into a crescent moon shape, Shalone swallowed hard and slowly nodded.
“Don’t worry. You’ll be happy.”
“….”
“Yes…. You’ll be the happiest of all. Because you’re the protagonist of this world.”
The Witch spoke.
It was something she’d always said to Shalone.
Shalone remained silent instead of answering.
Fortunately, as if she hadn’t expected a response, the Witch continued without concern.
“So if things go awry, just stay still. I will….”
Bunny, still nestled against Shalone’s side, lifted her head to look at the woman.
At that very moment, the woman was also looking at Bunny, and their eyes met.
The woman gazed directly at Bunny and smiled softly before speaking.
“I’ll set everything back to the way it was.”

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