The Youngest Hides a Lot - Chapter 106

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Chapter 106
‘Will it work?’
I had no certainty.
‘First, the method of use is….’
My mind spun in dizzying circles.
‘Using this magic circle like this and that….’
Dissolving everything from root to stem…. Ah. So it’s only once per person. After that, immunity builds up, so even if you consume it again, it merely promotes health…. Indeed.
Extracting these newfound insights, I picked up the herb.
As I gently channeled my mana, the pale green leaves trembled with delight.
“Sniff sniff. The scent of grass.”
A verdant aura enveloped the herb like mist. Soon the plant, now completely unified with my mana, began to dissolve from the leaves downward.
“Oh, it’s melting.”
I quickly glanced around and spotted a mug, positioning it beneath the herb.
The finished herbal tea was….
“Hmm…. Troll vomit porridge.”
The color was exactly that.
Borbel’s health drink….
But since that tasted better than it looked, wouldn’t this be the same?
I gently swirled the thick liquid and touched my tongue to it for a taste.
“Blech.”
It was not….
This was genuinely troll porridge….
I deliberated for about three seconds. What if I died eating this?
But I was Rubian, the top-ranked child who set a new record at the New Leaf Festival.
I wouldn’t lose to mere taste!
“One shot.”
I pinched my nose shut and dumped the entire liquid into my mouth in one go. There were a few harrowing moments in between, but still—gulp, gulp.
‘Gasp, this sensation!’
The moment I drank the herb, my body grew warm and feverish.
Is the magic activating? How will the memory return?
‘These things are usually predetermined anyway.’
I quickly made my way to the Bedroom and collapsed like a wooden log.
The moment I closed my eyes, a mysterious aura enveloped my body. I couldn’t resist the overwhelming drowsiness. Soon the forgotten memories came like a dream….
“….”
The memories….
“….”
Like a dream….
“What the heck!”
Nothing changed at all!
If anything, only the embarrassing history I wanted to forget came back into sharp focus!
I kicked off the blanket and sat up. I grabbed the mug again and drained every last drop of the herbal brew, but nothing changed.
‘What is this? Can’t such a simple herb restore such an important memory?’
Wizeria! What is this! This isn’t it?
But once again, the wisdom in my head remained silent and unhelpful….
‘Ah, please, I’d like to return this.’
It was in that very moment, as I grumbled and pondered the solution.
A crackling static noise mixed into my ear.
[ Rubian. ]
‘Kalid? What’s wrong?’
[ That mage you told me to keep watch over…. Something feels off about their aura. ]
My movements froze completely.
‘What, what is it?’
[ Asha Drucan was summoned, and I think they’re plotting something…. Uh, wait. ]
‘Why? What is it?’
I scrambled to my feet urgently.
[ Zebert Duke, riding a horse somewhere? ]
His tone suggested he was watching in real time.
‘Father? Where? Where did he go?’
Without thinking, I rushed to the window and pulled back the curtain.
A pitch-black night. A faint moonlight.
I couldn’t see outside clearly.
[ I’m not sure about that. He seemed incredibly urgent…. The direction, well. It looks like it might be toward the Ipsen Outskirts. ]
The outskirts?
My eyes, which had been contemplating, suddenly widened.
That’s where the Fourth is.
“The price of defying our king shall be most severe.”
Why did those words suddenly come to mind?
Clink. The mug slipped from my feet and spun across the floor.
A faint moonlight, the night.
My father meeting alone with the Kingdom Mage Order.
The mark on my right arm….
Every circumstance resembled the dream.
Could it be…. Could it really be.
[ Rubian? ]
‘Kalid.’
I lifted my head sharply.
‘Where exactly is that mage right now?’
Could it be.
No. It couldn’t be. It won’t be.
But I couldn’t stake my precious father’s life on such an anxious and optimistic assumption.
I ran through the darkness.
* * *
Crunch. Crunch crunch.
The Red-haired Mage gnawed at his fingernails.
He was staying in a Small Mansion located on the outskirts of Ipsen, isolated from the center—sparse in foot traffic and mercifully quiet.
If the search of the Northern Region had failed, he was to return at once.
A terse reply had arrived from the Kingdom regarding the search results he’d sent.
The word “failure” burrowed into his mind like a splinter.
He crumpled the letter in his fist and clicked his tongue.
“Tsk. Me? A failure?”
He’d delayed his return by using a perfectly functional portal as an excuse, and wandered about gifting magical artifacts to children who hadn’t attended the banquet.
Naturally, the artifacts had remained silent.
“It’s just… nagging at me, you understand?”
He clung to the last shred of possibility.
“That silver hair.”
The fact that he hadn’t confirmed the face beneath the veil.
‘No magical power and different eye color, but…’
Was I wrong? Did I fail?
“That can’t be right!”
Crunch. A broken fingernail snapped off and flew.
He hurled the wine bottle he’d been gripping in his other hand.
“It’s definitely not appearance-alteration magic?! Are you certain?”
Crash.
Red wine exploded in all directions, shattering.
A woman standing nearby flinched with a yelp. It was Asha Drucan.
“Yes, yes! That’s right! You even used magic to confirm it in the Maze!”
Asha trembled as she spoke, unable to stop herself.
‘Rubian’s true eye color is blue, after all.’
On the Battlefield, she too had believed Rubian’s eyes were red. So this mage would think the same.
“Wait? So no one knows? Rubian’s real eye color? Not even… our Emperor?”
“When I was very young, I couldn’t control my power, so they were always active. The memories are hazy, but… seeing how things turned out, I suppose Wizeria’s whims were occasionally useful.”
“Oh my, how difficult that must have been.”
The last remark about Wizeria was somewhat unclear, but regardless, Asha realized this could become a tremendous weapon for Rubian.
She gathered her courage and spoke.
“Silver hair isn’t common, but it’s not particularly rare either—eek!”
Fourth unleashed a menacing gust that shook the trees. Asha’s short hair stood on end in disarray.
“Who asked you to offer commentary! Know your place, you wretch!”
He asked the question himself, and now…
Asha wanted to retort, but held her tongue for now.
The moonlight was so faint that this was a perfect night for dying without anyone noticing.
“Ah, if only I could confirm it one more time….”
Fourth muttered with a sigh.
He was the type to trust his instincts.
And right now, his instincts were screaming at him. To verify that face beneath the veil once more.
“Hmm, yes. If things go south, I have this anyway.”
Fourth pressed his chest lightly.
It was where the teleportation artifact lay.
If circumstances became dire, he could simply use it to escape back to the Kingdom.
He crossed the dark Garden swiftly.
His plan crystallized rapidly.
“I’ll need to infiltrate the Zebert Mansion. If I catch the moment when the young lady is alone, I can verify her face…. I’ll need a useful concealment spell….”
“B-but the young lady is leaving tomorrow….”
The Mage spun around sharply.
“You, persuade the Emperor to keep Zebert Duke here longer. A banquet, anything—fabricate an excuse and draw him outside. You can manage that much, can’t you?”
“There’s no way I could do something like that…!”
“Enough talk. Move now—”
That was when it happened.
A chillingly cold sensation brushed against his throat.
“What are you—”
“…!”
“What will you do?”
The Mage froze in place. His trembling eyes slowly lowered.
A gleaming blade pressed snugly beneath his neck.
One misstep, and he would have sprayed blood across the Garden.
“Z-Zebert Duke…?”
He swallowed hard, verifying the shadow behind him.
A thick arm extending from beside the topiary. A massive silhouette.
Eyes reflecting the faint moonlight—a vivid violet hue.

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