The Oracle of the Villainous Baby - Chapter 150

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Chapter 150
Honestly, this situation is completely unexpected. Originally, the Young Master wouldn’t be here at this point in time. So truthfully, there’s nothing I can do to help anymore.
At Luriel’s words, Kiriel’s expression became subtle.
‘Not here at this point in time?’
Was this different from the prophecy he had seen?
As he stared blankly at the notebook with a puzzled expression, the next words appeared written on its pages.
Do you know? In the future I saw, you don’t love the Young Master.
Looking at the neat, round handwriting, Kiriel’s breath caught. No—more precisely, his breath simply stopped of its own accord.
‘Don’t love?’
He blinked slowly at words he could scarcely imagine in his current state.
The Young Master doesn’t even have a nanny like me. After the Demon King dies, the Young Master barely survives and tumbles into the Orphanage, where he meets you. He yearns to be loved, but when Shalone appears, he can’t be. And when you discover he’s a Demon Clan member, you despise him, and he lives without belonging anywhere, eventually abandoned… he falls into corruption, goes berserk, and returns to the Demon Realm.
The words filling the notebook made his head throb.
He didn’t want to believe such a future existed, and he couldn’t believe it either. Yet on the other hand, he thought that the “original Kiriel Yudia” would have done exactly that.
If Bunny hadn’t rushed over first to embrace him and tell him she loved him, if she hadn’t nestled into his arms with such a bright face and drifted to sleep as though reassured….
Perhaps that would have been another future of his. He had hated—no, despised—the Demon Clan that much.
‘But now….’
Well.
If a young Demon Clan member stood before him now, could he kill her as carelessly as he once would have?
Kiriel Yudia wiped his face. The bitter reality he couldn’t deny was deeply unsettling.
Do you know? When I raised the Young Master, I tried harder than anyone to raise her brightly. So she wouldn’t harbor dark thoughts. So she’d believe she could overcome anything. Rather than becoming gloomy and melancholy, I wanted her self-esteem and confidence to pierce the very heavens in any situation….
Reading Luriel’s words, Kiriel Yudia exhaled slowly.
Yes. When I first saw Bunny, she seemed like a child who knew nothing of the world’s darkness. Like a roly-poly doll, she rose again and again, moving forward as though nothing were amiss.
And so, unlike the future, you came to love the Young Master. She was never abandoned by anyone. It would have been different originally. It’s the result of your earnest efforts so the Young Master could be loved.
“….”
Kiriel lowered his gaze and gently stroked the child’s hair.
As he looked down at the child sleeping deeply without the slightest movement, as though trusting him completely, countless emotions swept across his face.
“…I wanted confirmation from you. They say you were by the Demon King’s side even before Bunny was born.”
Kiriel drew a deep breath, then slowly released it as he opened his mouth.
“Is Bunny… my brother’s child? Dios Yudia’s child?”
He already had his suspicions. In fact, he was certain. He merely wanted a more definitive confirmation.
He held his breath, blinking as he gazed at Luriel’s notebook.
Luriel’s notebook maintained its silence. Kiriel too remained silent, simply waiting.
How much time had passed?
With a scratching sound, words began to appear.
Kiriel closed his eyes, and when the scratching sound ceased, he slowly opened them again.
Yes.
Just one word.
A brief single word. Yet that word remained etched in his vision, refusing to fade.
He knew. He had known it with certainty all along.
Of course. He had already obtained near-certain conviction through Bunny’s own words.
“Why…”
Yet as I stared at those deeply carved letters, the words spilled from my lips unbidden.
Why had Dios Yudia been left with no choice?
I wished he had said something. Anything. Why hadn’t he told me a story?
I had hoped for even a hint. That he was alive. That if he wanted to do something, he would say so.
Kiriel Yudia slowly raised his hand and pressed his palm hard against his eyes.
How could he have lived for years without making a single contact?
If he had been in the Demon Realm, I would have heard news of his participation in battle.
“Why? Why didn’t he reach out? How did the Demon King and my brother even…? No, more than that—was my brother’s end alright? The Demon King told me she tore my brother to shreds and fed him to beasts at the end… that can’t be true, can it? I can’t tell what’s truth and what’s lie anymore. Then what about Shalone?”
How many times in his life had he spoken this rapidly?
Kiriel Yudia had always lived with leisure and ennui, never finding great meaning in anything. Except during the war, he had never lived with desperation.
Now that same Kiriel Yudia was contorted with confusion, his face twisted.
“No… Did my brother really love the Demon King?”
Kiriel Yudia asked with difficulty.
He gripped the notebook tightly, drew a deep breath, and slowly blinked his eyes.
“Did he truly choose the Demon King over humans… over family?”
The notebook fell silent again in response to his question. A rather long silence.
This kept happening. When conversing with Bunny, words flowed almost in real time, but now gaps kept appearing.
‘Does it have to be Bunny?’
Or perhaps…
Kiriel’s eyes narrowed.
He observed the faint magical energy gathering around the artifact, and his lips twitched. The energy seeped into the artifact in an instant.
Dios Yudia changed his liege for her. My lord never acknowledged it until the end… but ultimately, the Young Master was born. If that’s what the world calls love… then the two of them loved each other.
Scratch, scratch.
As Luriel’s notebook inscribed those lengthy words, Kiriel Yudia’s face slowly contorted.
“How did such a thing even happen? It must have been during the war.”
The notebook fell silent again at Kiriel Yudia’s words.
At first, I thought the silence came from deliberation, but it was different.
This was a gap. The artifact clearly lacked the power to write on its own and was drawing it from outside.
Before that, could you give the notebook to Ma-Gom? It’s the bear doll that the Young Master carries around.
Kiriel Yudia retrieved the bear doll placed at one side of Bunny’s bedside.
As he set the notebook atop the bear’s limbs as requested, the notebook’s pages fluttered and turned on their own.
‘…magical energy is flowing from the bear doll.’
Kiriel Yudia’s eyes narrowed.
I couldn’t believe I hadn’t noticed this until now. Either I had fallen deeply for the child, or a powerful spell had been cast that was slowly unraveling—one of the two.
He exhaled slowly.
Ma-Gom is meant to contain the Young Master’s overflowing magical energy. So even striking with it isn’t particularly pleasant for humans. It’s been made for so long… it seems to be gradually losing its function.
“Just answer my question.”
What exactly is your most pressing question? I need magical energy to continue. Ma-Gom’s power won’t let me speak for very long. Ah, Ma-Gom was made because the Young Master wanted to have a friend.
At the notebook’s natural glossing over of such unimportant details, a hollow laugh escaped between Kiriel’s lips.
‘What I’m most curious about….’
It probably meant there was a time limit or a character limit.
“If Bunny is really Dios’s child… then who exactly is Shalone?”
Scratch, scratch.
This time, the letters were written far more rapidly than before.
Shalone is an artificial human… a Homunculus.
“A homun… what?”
A Homunculus. You don’t know?
Kiriel stared at the notebook as if bewildered, then brushed his hair back lightly.
“No, that’s a legendary existence that can only be created through ancient magic. Besides, creating chimeras or artificial lifeforms—or conducting experiments related to them—is legally prohibited….”
He trailed off.
It was because the face of someone who would brazenly violate such laws without hesitation suddenly came to mind, regardless of how many times they were legally forbidden.
“Jedrian….”
If it was Jedrian, the Tower Master, he would be more than capable of committing such madness.

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