The Villainess in the Childcare Story Doesn’t Hide Her Personality - Chapter 61

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“But the children….”
Fabian Beiretz tapped his own head lightly and smiled broadly.
“Don’t worry. From this distance, I can still show the Vice Director what the children look like.”
…With him saying as much, I had no grounds to refuse.
I followed Fabian Beiretz into the Cafe without protest.
‘It’s just an ordinary tourist spot cafe.’
Fabian Beiretz clearly seemed never to have visited such a place before.
When no one came out to greet us, he looked flustered and glanced around uncertainly.
Though it was hardly likely that the busy staff would notice and offer any guidance.
‘Truly, he lives up to being the Duke’s son….’
I swallowed a sigh inwardly and led him forward.
“Follow me. A quieter spot would be better, don’t you think?”
“That doesn’t matter… just somewhere with a good view.”
Since we were sitting anyway, I chose a window seat with a clear view of the Clock Tower.
The moment the staff member took our order and left, I spoke.
It was better to strike first.
“So, what is it you wanted to discuss?”
“….”
Fabian Beiretz hesitated, lowering his long lashes.
For a moment, he looked so fragile that an impulse to protect him surged within me.
“I want to formally accept Estella as our sister right away.”
Ah.
So it was this.
‘Of course. In the original work, he was just as devoted to his younger sister as anyone could be.’
I felt embarrassed that I’d wondered if it might be about me.
“I understand the situation well enough. The Vice Director certainly has her concerns. But… for my sake and Cedric’s, I hope you’ll cooperate in making Estella our true younger sister.”
He gazed at me with an earnest expression.
“Is this really such a difficult thing to do?”
His tone and demeanor were far from coercive.
Rather, Fabian Beiretz’s pleading voice, his reddened eyes, and his drooping shoulders created a feeling that was both pitiable and dangerously captivating….
‘Dangerous.’
My heart began to race.
I was weak to this type—those who asked for nothing yet seemed pitiful and tender.
But what made this man feel dangerous wasn’t merely my taste in men.
“I should go check on the children.”
The moment I stood up abruptly, Fabian Beiretz looked flustered and grabbed my arm.
“The children will be fine, I….”
“Lebistan’s Law of Simultaneous Impossibility, correct? One cannot maintain two different spells simultaneously with two entirely different fixed coordinates.”
I continued without pause for breath.
“So no matter how much of a Mage Tower Master you are, you cannot cast a concealment spell here while simultaneously monitoring the children atop that tower.”
The moment I finished speaking, I felt as though awakening from some invisible control.
As if the unseen hand that had been manipulating me had simply vanished.
The instant Fabian Beiretz exhaled and lifted his gaze, sharp blue eyes—utterly devoid of weakness—fixed directly upon me.
The man seated before me with such composure possessed a dignity that rivaled his own father’s.
The delicate young heir of the Duke’s Mansion—who had appeared so pitifully gentle and fragile, like one freshly come of age—had vanished without a trace.
Fabian Beiretz let out a soft sound as he spoke.
“…You’re not an easy person to read, Vice Director.”
Regardless, I immediately slipped out of the Cafe. Not without paying, of course.
He hurried after me, genuine curiosity evident in his expression.
“How did you see through it? Ordinary people have no defense against it.”
“It’s not difficult if you know what to look for. Besides, the Mage Tower Master wasn’t the first to use that particular spell on me.”
This wasn’t my first encounter with a disguise spell nearly ensnaring me.
Mages had attempted to bewitch Imperial Bureaucracy officials through countless methods.
The most ridiculous had been the one who tried to make himself appear as some colossal monster—apparently believing I would flee at such a sight.
He never anticipated that I would charge forward to kill it instead.
“Wait, no matter how monstrous it looked, you actually tried to kill it? You didn’t run away!?”
“If it’s a monster, shouldn’t it be killed? Why would I spare it?”
That encounter taught me something invaluable.
While one could distort the image projected onto the retina, no spell—however potent—could alter the mind itself.
Once the deception was seen through, such magic became utterly useless.
Yet there was something peculiar about this situation.
“Mages typically make themselves appear stronger and more fearsome, not weaker and more fragile.”
Regardless, what mattered now was the children, so I began walking swiftly toward the Clock Tower.
“Are you…angry?”
Ah.
The dejected tone in his question now—he wasn’t using a disguise spell.
“I’m simply worried about the children. Could you check on them now to make sure they’re safe? You must have been too occupied with maintaining that disguise spell earlier.”
Fabian Beiretz fell silent for a moment.
“…It’s only natural you wouldn’t know.”
When he lifted his head again, his blue eyes gleamed beneath long lashes.
The mixture of playfulness and confidence in his demeanor made my body tense instinctively.
What on earth was this man about to say?
“I’m an exception to the Leviathan Theory.”
The instant those words left his lips, the entire ground of Clock Tower Square blazed with radiant light, as though transformed into a prismatic rainbow.
Colossal fireworks erupted across the sky, and buildings began to shimmer as if bathed in artificial luminescence.
Passing tourists erupted in cheers, but I had no leisure to marvel alongside them.
I was struck with such profound shock that even concern for the children’s safety momentarily fled my mind.
“There are no exceptions to the Leviathan Theory!”
Magic is a legitimate discipline.
Just as no physicist, however brilliant, can defy the laws of physics, it’s impossible for even the most gifted mage to cast spells that ignore the most fundamental theories of magical study simply because of innate talent.
“What was it that you told my brother…?”
My tongue moved of its own accord.
“Jendal’s Fifth Principle. Magic that violates Mirata’s thirty-seven fundamental laws of physics cannot be applied to the caster themselves.”
“Ah, so that’s what it was.”
Fabian Beiretz laughed aloud.
“Such useless rules don’t apply to me at all. I’ve never even bothered trying to memorize them.”
My body trembled violently.
Could this truly be called human?
He was ignoring every law that any natural creature should naturally obey.
‘A monster….’
The real monster had been here all along.
And with that thought came a memory brushing through my mind.
‘…Wait, in the original novel, Fabian was…!’
Near the end of the original novel.
One day, Fabian left behind only a letter stating he would temporarily leave the Empire for his research, then vanished without a trace, and ominous rumors began circulating from the Mage Tower.
Specifically, rumors that an uncontrollable monster was imprisoned in the depths of the Mage Tower.
Estella certainly defeated that monster after countless ordeals, and in its final moment, the monster shed tears as it lost its life by her hand….
‘I can’t remember if Fabian appeared again after that.’
I trembled uncontrollably.
No, he doesn’t appear again—instead, the story concludes by showing Estella growing up and setting out to find her brother.
‘How could I have not found that strange?’
The work had been giving me clues all along that the monster was Fabian Beiretz!

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