Will You Cry for Me If I Die? - Chapter 6

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Chapter 6

‘It’s been a while since I’ve seen a born mage.’

Count Iden smiled bitterly.

Beings born with their own unique magic from birth.

In exchange for receiving that unique magic, when they die, even their souls are completely absorbed by nature.

So they generally have short lifespans, but they live as great mages, blessed by nature as much as they are.

These individuals were proportionally much more likely to be born in mage families.

Even that was extremely rare, though.

When born in a mage family, they grow up receiving help from family members to handle their unique magic.

The problem was when that wasn’t the case.

Very occasionally, about once every fifty years, a born mage would be born among non-mages.

And in such cases, born mages weren’t treated very well.

So all mage families had promised to provide protection for any wandering born mage they discovered, at least until they turned 10 years old.

That was exactly why he had started caring for that child without asking questions, despite the many suspicious aspects.

Considering the extremely rare possibility of it being a humanoid monster, the Lord had personally confirmed it too.

There were no problems.

However.

‘I can’t get a sense of what kind of unique magic they possess?’

Spatial teleportation had the highest probability.

But for that to be true, it was strange that the child had come by carriage.

“Even if a trading company took care of them, coming while riding on top of a carriage roof wouldn’t have been ordinary.”

The child was even in a malnourished state.

‘Perhaps… they might be a year or two older. But even so, they’re still young.’

The Count shook his head.

Even adding a year or two, the child was still far too young.

‘At least it’s fortunate that there are no visible injuries on their body.’

Since they were still a baby, the Count speculated that they had probably only undergone mental brainwashing.

‘Even that alone makes them less than human bastards.’

He had no idea that this baby had lived through dying and reviving hundreds of times.

* * *

“I just hope it’s not the Imperial family or a Sacred family.”

Count Iden unconsciously frowned as he muttered.

Imperial Amaranth and Sacred Clofford Family.

If they were from either of those two places with the word ‘Sacred’ attached, the possibility of physical violence couldn’t be overlooked even without traces.

“Aide, we’ve finished preparations.”

“Ah, thank you for your hard work! Becky, Yuhan, only Jessica follow me. It seems like we’ll start with a meal, so we need to prepare the bathroom. We need a bathtub and washing supplies for the baby.”

Just the Count moving personally would greatly lower the servants’ guard against the suspicious baby.

It was to prepare for any unforeseen circumstances.

He didn’t know whether they would stay until age ten, or be entrusted to another safer mage family.

“Think of them as a guest, and act accordingly.”

“Yes.”

While the three people followed behind him, he pointed out several things.

“Please also carefully assess how skillfully they handle magic power. What I saw yesterday was extraordinary.”

If they had grown up among non-mages, this was also essential.

After organizing a few more things, he glanced at the atmosphere of the servants passing through the corridor.

Every servant they encountered looked at them once before passing by.

Though the trained servants barely showed it, their curiosity was clearly felt by the sensitive Count.

‘Not bad. At this level, there shouldn’t be any rudeness.’

The atmosphere was less guarded than expected.

But why was that?

“Ah.”

Come to think of it, the last time this castle had the scent of a baby was when Third Prince Theodor was here.

‘So that was seven years ago?’

It would be missed.

Then the Count’s face grew slightly dim as he thought of Theo, the youngest master and his beloved nephew privately.

It was because a forgotten fact naturally came to mind.

“Oh no. This is trouble. Why didn’t I think of that?”

Though he muttered out of nowhere, the following maids didn’t express any questions.

Instead, as if they had expected it, they began reciting Theodor’s range of activities since yesterday.

“The youngest master slept in the eldest master’s room last night. So he didn’t hear any outside news. Fortunately.”

“But this morning he ran away after seeing broccoli soup.”

“We haven’t found him since then.”

“…Is there any possibility that our little one won’t cause trouble if he discovers the baby?”

The Count asked with a pale face, recalling the 7-year-old boy’s history of incidents.

This time, no one answered.

“Please take good care of the baby… And please keep in mind that they might be afraid of water.”

“Yes. Don’t worry about that.”

Maid Becky nodded seriously.

In her hands were a duck doll that squeaked when squeezed and a pirate ship that could float in bathwater.

* * *

After making the Snowman aware of my fearsome nature for quite a while.

When I came to my senses, the Snowman was sitting in a large chair.

The location was also not the corridor, but a space surrounded by stone walls and candles beyond a large door.

“Is this a torture chamber?”

“No. Didn’t I say there were things to prepare before interrogation?”

“A preparation room! Is this a preparation room!”

“Right. The assassin must eat what they want to eat here. It’s a rule of this family.”

“Uh, wanting to eat is something humans have! Monsters don’t want to eat anything!”

“…Now, great and clever assassin. Look around. Where is this?”

I raised my shoulders slightly as if showing off, then looked around quickly.

A floor covered with red cloth.

A long table was placed on it, with white cloth covering the table and two candlesticks that could hold three candles each placed on top.

We were sitting in one of the chairs surrounding that table.

Wait. I had seen something like this once before.

“It’s a dining hall!”

“Right, it’s a dining hall. You know well. In a dining hall, you must have pleasant meals. For that, you need to eat what you want or eat what’s good for your body.”

“Pleasant meals?”

“Right. I’ll tell you more about that in detail later.”

I blinked and tilted my head.

There was something I wanted to ask right away.

“That’s not right.”

“What’s not right?”

Our family’s dining hall was a place monsters couldn’t enter.

I had seen it exactly once, and that was the first time I was caught on the ceiling.

“What is this monster doing here! Get out right now!”

The Lord was always angry, but that day he was angry for much longer.

I shouted triumphantly.

“Stupid Snowman! Monsters aren’t allowed in the dining hall!”

The Snowman, who had been setting down the basket containing me on the table to his left, flinched.

And after a moment.

“This place.”

His voice, like a cold wind, flowed out slightly lower.

“Since this is the Snowman’s Dining Hall, monsters can come here too.”

“…!”

“And in the Snowman’s Dining Hall, monsters… killers should eat what they want to eat.”

It was clearly daytime so no candles were lit, but strangely it felt like someone had lit candles.

A moment later.

“Then there’s no choice, mmm. I’ve been captured! Nom…”

“Kuk. Right.”

Chomp chomp, chomp chomp chomp.

I eagerly devoured the soup and meat as tender as the soup.

Strangely enough, even though I ate an enormous amount of food during the interrogation preparation process, my stomach didn’t hurt.

“Snowman!”

I constantly talked to the Snowman, both while eating and while moving around after finishing.

“Yeah.”

The Snowman answered every time without his expression changing.

I felt so good that I wiggled my bottom a few times, then looked up at him and shouted.

“Do you only do interrogations once?”

“….”

He rolled his eyes slightly for a moment without answering.

Just as I was about to shout again thinking he hadn’t heard, he answered.

“How many times will it take for the killer to spill everything they know.”

“! It’ll take ten times! Ten times!”

“Aha. Then we’ll need to prepare ten times too.”

“That’s right! There’s no choice! Snowman! And also, also…”

I didn’t notice that my voice had become a little quieter than when I first came to the Dining Hall.

Nor that this was because the Snowman could understand what I said without me having to speak loudly.

I also didn’t notice why the corners of the Snowman’s mouth had gone up slightly.

I didn’t have time to notice.

Because…

“Right. Now you need to wash up.”

“So I…! Huh?”

The interrogation preparation called bathing had begun.

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