The Oracle of the Villainous Baby - Chapter 2

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Chapter 2
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“Oh my…”
Just as I was about to leap from the carriage, Roden Heiner caught me by the hand and set me safely on the ground, my mouth falling open in awe.
‘So white and grand and glittering!’
A magnificent mansion towered against the sky, its brilliant golden accents catching the light in a dazzling display.
For me, it was the first grand mansion I had ever seen.
Such a pristine white mansion!
“This way, please.”
With wide eyes, I followed Roden Heiner, my small feet pattering along the ground.
Inside the vast white mansion, there were notably many people dressed in white garments. Those carrying thick books in their arms passed by frequently, and many wore gleaming silver armor.
“Gasp.”
I drew in a sharp breath as I observed them carefully.
“Young miss, young miss. You must never get close to people wearing white clothes. They might hurt you. Do you understand?”
It was Luriel’s seventh earnest warning that came to mind.
‘White clothes, bad people! White things, bad things!’
As I walked along, my eyes suddenly met those of someone in flowing white garments carrying a book, and I jumped straight up in place.
Pitter-patter—
Tensing immediately, I tucked my neck down like a turtle and scurried to cling to the knight’s side. Glancing sideways at Roden Heiner’s attire, I nodded with satisfaction.
‘The knight wears black clothes! So it’s safe!’
Seeing Roden Heiner wrapped entirely in a black robe, I let out a relieved sigh and made a show of wiping sweat from my sleeve.
At that sigh—so weary for such a small child—Roden Heiner glanced down at me with a puzzled expression as he adjusted his pace to guide me.
My short little arms and legs moved busily as I walked, and the drooping arms of the black rabbit-shaped bag on my back swayed with each step.
Whatever was stuffed inside made the rabbit, which should have been thin, bulge oddly in places, lumpy and round.
‘Like a muscular rabbit,’ he thought.
At that sudden thought, Roden Heiner let out a quiet chuckle before catching himself.
Being around such a young child was making even his mind childish.
Perhaps it was because she was so distinctly small? She somehow caught his attention.
Though he hadn’t mentioned it to Bunny, the Mansion of Trials normally only accepted children from age ten onward, but given her unique circumstances—being without a guardian—he had decided to bring her immediately.
“Do you have any questions, young miss?”
“Questions?”
“Yes. I will explain once we arrive, but you’re welcome to ask beforehand.”
At Roden Heiner’s words, I paused thoughtfully before suddenly raising my right hand high.
The Orphanage Director had taught me that when asking questions, one must raise their right hand high.
‘A rule of humans, she said.’
Of course, since I’m going to become the Demon King, I don’t need to follow such things, but human adults apparently prefer obedient, well-behaved children.
“Why do the white people seem bad?”
“Ah. The people in white clothes are from the Holy Temple.”
“The Holy Temple…?”
“Yes. The Holy Temple is a place that purifies monsters, eliminates demons, and protects the peace of mankind.”
Roden Heiner knelt on one knee and explained calmly, adjusting his gaze to match the eye level of a small child.
Thud!
At the same moment, I saw a vision of an enormous boulder crashing down above my head.
My mouth fell open in shock.
“Young lady. Among those who wear white robes, there are some real bastards—no, ahem. Very, very dangerous people.”
“Dangerous people?”
“Yes. The people of the Holy Temple. So you must never go near the Holy Temple. Especially the ones you must avoid most of all are the Holy Paladins dressed in pure white uniforms from head to toe. They’re so merciless that a small child like you would be devoured in an instant.”
Suddenly recalling Luriel’s words, I widened my eyes and looked up.
Now that I thought about it, a glimpse of pure white fabric peeked out from inside Roden Heiner’s robe as he bent forward slightly to explain.
The Holy Temple? A knight…?
Roden, a Holy Paladin?!
‘Bunny… this is a huge crisis…?’
If they find out I’m supposed to be the Demon King, will they devour me?
Trembling, I quietly backed away, putting exactly three steps between myself and Roden Heiner.
Of course, for Roden Heiner, that was barely a single step.
“Miss?”
“Roden, are you a Holy Temple knight?”
Roden?
Roden Heiner’s cheek twitched slightly as he barely maintained his composure and opened his mouth.
“No. I am a knight of the Udiah Duchy.”
‘Ah, relief.’
If he’s not from the Holy Temple, then it’s safe.
Bunny is completely safe!
Satisfied with the answer, I beamed with a bright smile and pressed myself close against Roden Heiner’s leg again.
‘There are just too many people wearing white clothes everywhere else!’
Roden Heiner’s expression filled with bewilderment as he couldn’t understand my repeated movements of pulling away and drawing near.
‘Could it be that her leg hurts?’
Roden Heiner, who had been pondering, straightened from his half-sitting position and asked carefully.
“Are you alright? Would you like me to carry you if your leg hurts?”
“No!”
I bounced energetically from my spot, declaring myself perfectly fine, and when I smiled brightly, Roden Heiner paused for a moment, then cleared his throat softly and spoke.
“In any case, the Udiah Duchy has produced High Priests, Holy Paladin Commanders, and Holy Maidens for generations. Not only that, it is a sacred house that boasts unparalleled meritocracy, being the only one permitted to possess the God’s Knights, who surpass even the Holy Paladins.”
Huh?
As difficult words poured out, my eyes spun in circles.
After all, I had perfectly mastered the human language in just one year of living at the Orphanage
—though my pronunciation was clumsy and my grammar was a complete mess—
I was a genius among geniuses
—or so I thought—
, but I was still a young child who didn’t understand difficult words very well.
In any case, after mulling over the words, I managed to extract a few of them after a long moment and cautiously opened my mouth.
“Is, is she a divine vessel of God?”
“No. The Holy Paladins prioritize skill above all else.”
“Mmm.”
So they’re impressive, then?
Since they’re also a duchy, there must be an incredibly powerful demon father here too, right?
Bunny, who knew of only one duchy from the stories Luriel had told her, nodded vaguely with a bright smile.
At that, Roden Heiner opened his mouth with what seemed like pride.
“And it was the direct bloodline of the Udiah Duchy who led us to victory in the war against the demon race years ago.”
Boom-crash-crack—!
Flash!
Thunder and lightning crackled brilliantly above Bunny’s head.
—Though this was all happening purely in Bunny’s imagination.—
‘Crab… destroyed the demon race?!’
Crab is terrifying, the Udiah Duchy!
“Young Miss, if by any chance you come into contact with people from the Holy Temple, you must absolutely never let them discover that you are the descendant of the Demon King. Do you understand? Even in the Tiger’s Den, you can survive if you keep your wits about you! If you just do that, you’ll be completely safe! You understand, right?”
“Safe, safey!”
“Yes. Our Young Miss is special. If you simply hide it, there will be almost no one who can tell the difference. It’s completely foolproof!”
No, even in the Tiger’s Den, if I keep my wits, I’ll be completely safe!
‘I must become an excellent Tiger’s Den survivor too.’

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