The Oracle of the Villainous Baby - Chapter 52

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Chapter 52
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“Thank you so much.”
“Oh my, goodbye, little Young Lady. I’m so grateful you waited from the crack of dawn that I added a few extra chocolates—they’re a bit ugly because I rushed, but they taste just as good.”
“Wow! Yes!”
Bunny, beaming with joy, waved her hands excitedly as she clutched what she’d purchased to her chest and left the shop.
‘So many people around.’
Bunny was first.
Heh.
Those who arrived later wouldn’t be able to buy the chocolates Bunny had purchased.
“Let’s go, Belial.”
Belial gazed down at the young girl with a puzzled expression, noticing how pleased she appeared. He simply couldn’t comprehend her actions since early morning.
He wondered why she had come all the way to the Market in the Capital of the Marquis Territory at that ungodly hour, only to find her crouching in front of the Chocolate Shop, waiting for quite some time.
She had trembled in the cold from dawn until nearly noon, as if rooted to the spot.
As Belial walked slowly, turning over Bunny’s behavior in his mind, he opened his mouth.
“Did you leave the Marquis Estate at such an early hour just to buy that chocolate?”
“Yep.”
“May I ask why?”
“Today is Bunny’s special day! This chocolate is precious. Bunny wanted to eat the very best chocolate first.”
At Bunny’s words, Belial’s expression became subtle.
The rabbit pouch that had jingled the entire way here was now so empty that even the smallest coin made no sound as it rolled.
“When it’s Luri’s special day, we do it like this. We share the delicious things Bunny likes.”
“….”
Belial thought it was a ridiculous notion.
Demon Clan Members are fundamentally selfish beings. They are a race with strong individualistic tendencies.
They don’t share things with others, nor do they seek affection. That is the basic nature of the Demon Clan.
‘…That woman has instilled something strange into the vessel destined to be king.’
Belial was deeply displeased with the situation.
As he hesitated for a moment, considering whether to destroy what Bunny held and enlighten her, he lowered his gaze and flexed his fingers—and that was when he froze.
Upon seeing Bunny, Belial went rigid. He had no choice but to.
Bunny’s pink eyes were fixed directly on him, gleaming with an otherworldly light.
As if she could see through all of his thoughts.
Soon, her pink eyes began to glow red.
『Belial, Bunny doesn’t like it when you don’t listen.』
A chill.
Goosebumps erupted across his back.
With a shiver running down his spine, he slowly retracted the claws he had begun to extend and lowered his hand gradually. Only then did Bunny’s face brighten considerably.
“Good!”
Her reddened eyes soon returned to their sparkling, clear pink hue.
‘Perhaps he truly is the vessel for a king after all.’
For a moment, Belial, unable to shake the feeling of being overwhelmed, slowly rubbed his face.
“Belial, the Young Master is a special being. They will be stronger than any Demon King before them, and more extraordinary than any creature born into this world—which means they will be lonelier than anyone else.”
“That tedious prophecy of yours… I’d rather not hear it anymore.”
“Yes, I’ve done all I can now. Please look after the Young Master.”
Belial shook his head lightly to dispel his thoughts, then slowly followed after Bunny, who was walking ahead.
“If I may ask, what is the significance of today?”
“Hmm? Bunny’s birthday.”
“Ah, I see…”
Now that he thought about it, humans were said to hold the day of their birth as something special. For the Demon Clan, it held no meaning whatsoever, but for humans who lived such brief lives, it seemed to be quite a significant day indeed.
“I understand.”
Though he couldn’t fathom what meaning it truly held, Belial smiled faintly and nodded.
He was quite curious about what kind of being the Demon King would become—the one Luriel had protected even at the cost of her own life, personally taught and raised, only to entrust to human hands.
Bunny, who had been walking along the path, suddenly stopped in her tracks.
‘Bunny’s limit.’
Come to think of it, I had come out since early dawn, waited until noon, and then bought chocolate.
“Beli.”
“Yes, Young Lady.”
“Carry me, please. I’m tired.”
Bunny spread both her arms wide toward Belial.
Bunny was a wonderful child—or rather, an adult—who could rely on grown-ups whenever she needed to.
“Of course.”
Belial answered lightly and scooped Bunny into his arms. Cradled in Belial’s embrace, Bunny retraced the path they had come.
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Bunny arrived, cradled in Belial’s arms and sleeping soundly, completely unaware that the Dormitory Mansion had been turned upside down. The moment she opened her eyes…
Click. Click. Click.
Her eyes met those of Lebon, who stood on his tiptoes in the corner, passionately adjusting angles with a camera in hand.
The instant their eyes met, Lebon shoved the camera back into his pocket at a speed invisible to the naked eye.
“You’re awake, Young Lady Bunny.”
“Mmm…”
Bunny rubbed her eyes sleepily and let out a small yawn.
Click. Click.
“Huh?”
Bunny tilted her head in confusion. Somehow, Lebon had produced the camera again. His expression was utterly expressionless, yet his actions were incredibly passionate.
“The Marquis was very worried. Where have you been?”
Oh!
At Lebon’s words, Bunny’s eyes sparkled as she scrambled down from the bed.
“Bunny got chocolate!”
“Chocolate…”
“Yes. Where is the chocolate?”
“It’s in my heart… would you like to come inside and search for it?”
Lebon spoke with an expressionless face, spreading both arms wide.
Bunny blinked her eyes two or three times.
“Huh?”
“Ah, my apologies. My heart nearly burst from the shock, and I misspoke without thinking. I’ve kept your choco stored in the Kitchen for now. Shall I bring it to you?”
“Yes!”
It was the moment Bunny answered with vigor, one arm raised high, relieved that her choco hadn’t disappeared.
“If you could hold that pose for just five seconds, I would be most grateful.”
“Yes…?”
Click. Click. Click.
While Bunny stood frozen for a moment, light flashed repeatedly from the camera.
Lebon approached on his own, knelt down, and gently lowered Bunny’s hand before seating her on the bed.
“Thank you. Please sit comfortably here, and I’ll bring it right away.”
“Okay.”
Bunny tilted her head at Lebon’s words.
‘Lebon is a strange person.’
As Bunny thought this and swung her feet, Lebon quickly returned with a well-wrapped box.
“Young Lady, is this what you were looking for?”
“Yes! Pop-pop choco!”
It was an incredibly sweet chocolate that burst with something in your mouth when you ate it.
Every time Bunny went to the Market, people lined up in enormous queues for it.
So she had been holding back all this time to eat it today!
“Pop-pop choco, I see. It’s the most popular choco these days.”
“You know about it, Lebon?”
“Yes, of course. I’m aware of all the popular snacks these days.”
“I wanna eat this with Daddy and Allen and Grandfather.”
Bunny said this, then carefully opened the box, pulled out one chocolate, and held it out to Lebon with a bright smile.
“I’m giving one to you too, Lebon.”
At Bunny’s words, Lebon’s eyes widened slightly.
“…For me?”
“Yes.”
Lebon blinked a couple of times, then knelt on one knee and extended both hands.
“Thank you. I shall seal it as is and keep it as a family heirloom.”
“No, choco is for eating!”
“This one?”
“Yes.”
“…How could I possibly…”
Lebon gazed at the chocolate with a serious expression. No matter how I looked at it, it was just an ordinary chocolate, but this was chocolate given by Bunny, after all.
How could I simply chew and swallow the chocolate bestowed by this cute and lovely being—this timely blessing who had descended into my dreary days of toil under a tedious superior, and who had even changed that tedious superior himself?
“Oh!”
Bunny let out a small exclamation as she watched Lebon, who showed no sign of bringing it to his mouth.
Now that I thought about it, there were people who used to hate anything I gave them, saying it was dirty.
They claimed that eating something from a child of unknown origins would make them sick?
“Bunny’s hands are clean, clean! Not dirty chocolate. Didn’t even touch with hands…. Because Bunny made it, it’s clean chocolate that won’t make you sick!”
At my rambling words, Lebon’s expression, which had been regarding the chocolate with a grateful air, grew noticeably more rigid.
“Unknown origins? Who said such a thing?”

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