The Oracle of the Villainous Baby - Chapter 57

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Chapter 57
“K-Kiriel, Marquis….”
“If even one more person dares to flap their mouth about my son or daughter, it’ll be you beasts who end up as animals. If you want your brains eaten and to be cast out, then by all means, try something foolish.”
“That is, we, we were just having a conversation in jest….”
Crack—!
Divine power crashed down like lightning at the man’s feet.
“Aaaah!”
The man swallowed his scream and tumbled ungracefully across the floor with a loud thud.
“Just so you know, I’m ending this with a warning because I don’t want to interfere with my child’s fight. You should be grateful to my son. That tongue of yours spouting useless excuses—you’d better keep it in check. I might just cut it off.”
The tone was languid and drawn out, devoid of any apparent anger, but the moment Kiriel’s crimson eyes moved slowly to regard the man, he understood.
If he didn’t yield now, there would be no tomorrow.
Those coldly settled eyes were starkly different from the lazy voice and demeanor.
“I-I apologize.”
The man, his face drained of all color, bowed his head and shakily rose to his feet before sitting back down and clenching his fists.
Kiriel clicked his tongue softly.
“Oh, what’s this. You’re acting like you’ve actually become a father, youngest.”
At Klein’s sudden remark from beside him, Kiriel paused. He blinked once.
‘Now that I think about it, I accepted it with such a simple heart….’
It had started when I wanted to verify the strange Demon Clan aura I occasionally sensed from Bunny.
I never knew that children were such difficult beings to care for. I thought simply providing food, clothing, and shelter would suffice.
But children were far more delicate and sensitive than expected. They required considerable attention.
Yet strangely, I didn’t find it unpleasant. Here I was, someone who had been indifferent to everything in the world, now loudly declaring I would adopt a Branch Families child and doing exactly that. It was only natural that Klein found me ridiculous.
But what did it matter?
After all, Kiriel had never listened to his brother’s words since long ago—there was no wound to be inflicted.
Kiriel ignored him as usual and shrugged, falling silent.
‘Anyway….’
Kiriel’s eyes narrowed.
Shatter—!
The spear created from Allen’s divine power shattered into fragments. The difference in density was the cause.
Allen was still younger and less experienced compared to Kalbad, so being pushed back was inevitable.
‘More heated than I expected.’
Allen was holding his own well for his age, but that was all. He was outmatched against Kalbad.
“This, one attack! You half-wit can’t even block properly…!!”
Those who command Divine Beasts must fundamentally possess a righteous heart. The higher the rank of Divine Beast one commands, the more one must not crumble under malice.
Divine Beasts were highly sensitive to such negative emotions, and a Divine Beast influenced by those negative feelings became dangerous.
Scrape—
It was the moment Kalbad’s blade swiftly cut down Allen’s Divine Beast crawling across the ground.
Grrroooow—!
Crack, the Giraffe that had rushed to Allen’s face let out a sharp cry and reared up on its hind legs. Its front hooves rose high above its head.
“Ah….”
Allen’s eyes widened in shock as he found himself completely defenseless—his sword lost and the Divine Beast he’d summoned now captured by Kalbad.
“Kalbad, stop!!”
Klein Yudia’s shout rang out, and in the same instant Kiriel set Bunny down and rushed desperately into the Training Arena.
Crack—!
The Giraffe’s hooves came down mercilessly on Allen’s head.
With no time to dodge, Allen took the full force of the blow and tumbled across the ground.
“…What?”
Kalbad’s eyes widened in shock at the same moment,
Roooaaarrr!!
The Giraffe he’d summoned let out a bizarre cry, its eyes flashing a vivid blue as it went berserk.
Kiriel rushed forward and caught Allen in his arms. Blood dripped steadily onto the ground.
“Allen. Allen?”
“….”
Despite the bright crimson blood staining his pristine white uniform, Kiriel seemed utterly indifferent to such things, his body rigid as he held the child.
“…Doctor.”
The small head bore a massive wound from the hooves—the depression in the skull was so horrific that it seemed impossible he could survive.
“Call a doctor! What are you all standing around for!!”
Kiriel’s face twisted into an expression I’d never seen before as he shouted savagely.
Only then did people snap to attention and begin moving frantically.
The Giraffe’s eyes flashed at Kiriel’s fierce aura, and it began to rear up violently. Snort, snort. Excited breaths came in heavy bursts.
Soon the Giraffe, unable to calm its excitement, began to rampage.
“No, no….”
Murmurs erupted from all around, and amid the sound of people rushing about frantically, Kalbad drew a sharp breath, his face drained of all color.
“No… I never meant for it to go this far….”
“Kalbad Yudia! You foolish bastard!! Do you understand what you’ve just done!”
“…Father, no! I didn’t mean to! I just wanted to win…. I never thought it would come to this…!”
Crack—!
His head snapped to the side.
The sharp sting across his cheek made Kalbad’s widened eyes tremble violently. He clutched his cheek with his hand, swallowing hard.
“Do you think you’re something special just because you have power and people fawn over you? You pathetic wretch…! This is what happens when you wield a strength you can’t control!”
Kalbad stared blankly at the contemptuous gaze before him, then lowered his head, his eyes trembling as they fell.
“Fool.”
“…Just.”
Kalbad’s lips moved slightly before he finally fell silent.
Brilliant white light erupted around Klein Yudia, accompanied by a fierce roar.
Kraaahhh!
A White Tiger, pristine white and as large as Klein Yudia himself, appeared and immediately charged at the Giraffe, tearing into the frenzied beast.
“Ah… Father! I’ll put it away! Father! Please stop. My Gir… Ah.”
Panicked, Kalbad clung to Klein Yudia with a shocked expression.
But as his desperate pleas fell on deaf ears, he watched his Giraffe being torn apart and unsummoned before collapsing to the ground.
“Allen…?”
Startled by the sudden voice from behind amid the chaos, I quickly turned my head.
Bunny stood rigidly beside me, her eyes blinking, having arrived from somewhere distant without my notice.
“Bunny, you shouldn’t be here. Go back to your Room quickly…”
“Father.”
Unlike her usual self, Bunny’s quiet eyes fixed upon Allen with an unwavering gaze.
At the sound of her voice—stripped of all emotion—I hesitated, looking at her.
“Bunny?”
Several physicians rushed forward to examine Allen, yet none dared to touch him.
And for good reason—his head was caved in, blood streaming freely, his skull completely shattered to the point where the interior lay exposed.
A shimmer—
Something like heat haze rose from Allen’s body.
A scent drifted forth. The scent of a soul meeting death.
The moment the Demon Clan loved most, the moment they cherished above all.
A wave of nausea.
Bunny’s insides roiled, and she slowly raised her hand, gripping her chest tightly.

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