The Oracle of the Villainous Baby - Chapter 119

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Chapter 119
I had expected Bunny to stumble over her own hem or fail to keep pace with the steps in an ungainly manner, yet she moved in perfect rhythm with the music.
To be precise, she was merely managing to keep pace with the rhythm, barely.
Andrew, dancing directly before her, felt it keenly. He could clearly see her eyes darting back and forth frantically.
However, from a distance, it was not noticeably apparent.
“Bunny, I despise cowards. Are you a coward?”
“I’m n-not a coward….”
“But you’ve been watching them since earlier. Are they tormenting you?”
“He’s the legitimate heir of the Terrierd Marquis House. Moreover, he’s an only child. There are rumors that the Marquis and his wife dote on him tremendously… If I don’t obey him, there will be serious consequences. Our household could be ruined. Especially for a humble baronial family like ours.”
Bunny’s eyes narrowed.
Honestly, I didn’t quite understand the complicated matters, but it seemed that I had no choice but to obey what he said.
Bunny moved her feet constantly while furtively glancing around.
‘What a tedious dance.’
I still couldn’t understand what was so entertaining about simply spinning in circles and moving my feet rapidly.
Wondering when it would end, I opened my mouth.
“So if he told you to die, would you die?”
“Uh… eh? Ah, no, that’s not… But if I fall out of favor, I’ll be completely shunned from High Society. If that happens, I’ll become a laughingstock for life… and then I’m finished.”
As I muttered softly, the song ended.
Andrew’s eyes widened as he realized that the pallid, strained expression and tense body had somehow relaxed.
He heard no snickering from those around him. There was only the usual sound of applause.
“Is your entire world just this place? If you’re disliked here, it’s over. But there’s so much fun outside, and you won’t experience any of it. It’s also good to tell someone else who can solve what you can’t solve.”
“Someone else…?”
“Like your father… or someone way more powerful than them?”
Having said that much, Bunny skipped the customary parting bow and simply waved her hand dismissively before bounding away.
“Oh, and the dance wasn’t fun at all!”
She shouted it in an enormously loud voice.
At Bunny’s refreshingly candid and honest words, laughter erupted loudly from all around.
In truth, not many people enjoyed High Society dances, but it was difficult to voice such a thing aloud.
At the child’s honest—or rather, absurd—behavior, Andrew’s mouth fell open.
What good was it to finish the dance safely? I had already become a laughingstock!
“Heh….”
A small laugh escaped between the boy’s teeth.
“Pffft. Ahahaha!!”
Yet strangely, it was neither frightening nor terrifying.
It was strange. I had been certain that becoming a laughingstock would be absolutely terrifying, that the world would crumble, that everything would end….
Yet standing in the midst of a sea of laughter, the world did not crumble.
“Andre Philip, did you enjoy dancing with my fiancée?”
At the cold voice from behind, he stiffened abruptly and slowly turned his head.
There stood a boy who appeared to be in a foul mood, tilting his head at an angle with a smile.
“…Y-Your Highness, the Crown Prince.”
It seemed the world would never crumble… or so I thought.
“That is… I apologize.”
Wondering if perhaps the world might crumble sooner than expected, Andrew bowed his head in tension.
As I turned my head with fists clenched, Bunny stood at a distance, grinning mischievously while pointing her index finger at Crown Prince Roel.
It was the moment Andrew tilted his head in confusion.
“If something is difficult for me to resolve, I quite like telling someone else who can handle it.”
“Someone else…?”
“Father, or… someone even stronger than those people?”
At Bunny’s sudden words, Andrew’s eyes widened and he reflexively opened his mouth.
“That would be… the eldest son of the Terrierd Marquis House…”
As Andrew began his quiet explanation, Roel’s face brightened considerably.
“Ah, that’s right.”
Roel gave Andrew’s shoulder a light tap and brushed past him.
That day, when the eldest son of the Terrierd Marquis House went to offer congratulations to the Crown Prince, he burst into tears and fled the Banquet Hall—an anecdote that would be remembered in High Society for years to come.
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“Bunny, completely boiled vegetables…”
Feeling my energy drain completely, I shuffled back to my room and murmured softly.
Melissa, who followed behind, let out a small laugh.
“Are you very tired, Young Lady?”
“Mm. I’m all mushy…”
“You worked so hard today. Was it alright for your first time?”
“Um, no. It wasn’t very fun.”
In the end, I didn’t make any friends—I only met some strange witch-like person.
Roel asked me to dance three times.
From dancing that boring dance three more times, my entire body became utterly exhausted.
With a deep sigh, I surrendered my body to Melissa’s care.
After soaking in warm water and splashing about, washing my hair, and finally brushing my teeth, I shuffled into bed, and Melissa tucked the blanket around me.
“Sleep early tonight.”
“Okay.”
I peeked my face out from under the blanket and waved my hands about, and Melissa, with an amused expression, gently stroked my cheek once before speaking.
“Sleep well, Young Lady.”
“Yesss.”
Click.
With the sound of the door closing, my eyes snapped wide open again.
Rolling my eyes slightly, I wriggled out of bed and hopped down.
After cracking the door open and peeking out to confirm Melissa had entered her own room, I quietly closed the door and locked it.
“Luriel, Luriel~!”
I bounced over and threw myself onto the blanket, grasping Toto in my hand.
“…Toto’s belly is ripped.”
I blinked.
Toto’s belly had been torn.
It wasn’t a large tear—more of a small rip that could be easily mended. It was the kind of minor damage that would surely be restored to its original state with a simple stitch.
‘Why?’
Yet in all this time, Toto had never once been torn or damaged.
We had explored the world together, and Toto had remained invincible—never soiled, never marred.
“…The notebook.”
Bunny murmured softly and hastily thrust her hand into Toto’s belly.
As she pulled out the notebook and examined it from every angle, her expression grew grave.
“It’s been damaged.”
Long scratches, as if something sharp had been dragged across it, marred the notebook’s cover.
Bunny quickly opened the notebook.
As she flipped through the pages, she found the final sheet bore a wound as though someone had torn it away.
“Luri?”
Bunny’s fists clenched, her eyes hardening with intensity.
Her pupils split vertically like a beast’s, and soon her eyes burned a vivid crimson.
There was only one person in this Dormitory Mansion who would do such a thing.
A Demon Clan Member who had remained here, insisting on serving me now that I had become the Demon King—someone whose thoughts I could never quite fathom.
“Belial.”
It was certain that Belial had laid hands on Toto.
“Luri, are you alright?”
As Bunny asked, the notebook’s pages began to flutter forward on their own.
Crack, crackle!
With each turn of the page, sparks danced across the notebook. It was only a slight sting for Bunny, but it was undeniably different from usual.
Scratch, scratch.
Bunny watched as words began to inscribe themselves upon the fluttering white pages.
Young Master, who did you meet?
At Luriel’s words, Bunny’s eyes widened.
No greeting asking if I had returned safely, no inquiry into how it went, no comment about how beautiful I must have looked today. None of the words that would normally have been spoken.
Only a single, cold line had been written.
“…Luri?”
At Bunny’s question, words began to inscribe themselves once more.
Upon the blank notebook, the handwriting was familiar yet somehow strange today.
Bunny gazed silently at the notebook, her expression stiffening slightly.
Young Master. What did the person who taught you the word ‘possession’ say? Did they speak needlessly? What happened? What was your conversation? Tell me everything… no, recall it for me. Let me read it.
Bunny stared at Luriel’s notebook, which spoke only in a cold, detached manner.
Something was wrong.

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