Will You Cry for Me If I Die? - Chapter 9

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Chapter 9

“That’s right! I’m an intruder! I’m an assassin! The youngest assassin!”

“Then who did you come to kill?”

“That’s right! But now I’ll only kill one!”

“Ahaha, you think you can kill one?”

It felt like a blade-like wind was blowing from somewhere.

Not just cold, but a wind that wanted to tear prey to shreds.

“I’ll kill one!”

“How?”

“I’ll do it many times!”

“Ah. Right. If you stab many times, there’s nothing you can’t kill.”

The blade-like eyes that had somehow come right up close bent down to match my eye level.

Then he flicked my nose once with his hand and said.

“Seeing how persistent you are, you’re definitely from that family. What a shame.”

“Huh?”

“Nice to meet you. Assassin. I’m Demian. Demian Ikaros. And you?”

Ikaros!

I examined my potential target candidate more thoroughly.

When I leaned in close enough for our noses to almost touch, Demian Ikaros’s eyelids trembled slightly.

“I’m No. 1!”

“…Ah.”

Up close, the blade-like eyes looked exactly like water-colored jewels.

That demon with jet-black hair grown to his waist and silver-rimmed glasses looked like he was made by mixing eyes, night, and rain clouds.

A night demon.

“No. 1.”

“Yeah!”

“Hmm. I see.”

The night demon suddenly moved away.

He was shorter than the snowman but still impossibly tall from my perspective.

I couldn’t see his expression properly so I tilted my head, but before I could figure anything out, he turned around sharply.

“Be careful when walking in the corridors, No. 1.”

As I followed his slowly retreating figure with my eyes, a voice like rain came faintly.

“Don’t get hurt.”

When I blinked once, the demon had vanished.

* * *

“…Demon! Night demon! Damn mages! Pretty mages!”

As soon as I came to my senses, I muttered about Demian Ikaros about five times and ran through the corridor again.

“Demian Ikaros! Demian Ikaros!”

Then I got caught by the wicked skirt-wearing demons.

“How did you know? Did the Grand Duke tell you our baby was there?”

“Night demon! Pretty!”

“He is pretty, isn’t he. Hohoho! Now, ta-da! Shall we switch this for another one he gave us?”

The demons and I decided to exchange snow lumps once every two days.

“Now, you need to go have lunch.”

“Huh?”

One hour later.

I stood blankly in front of a mirror, not a speck of dust on me from head to toe, wearing a purple children’s dress.

“…?”

And another hour after that.

I was lying on a clean room’s bed with the snow lump, patting my belly.

“…?”

No matter how long I waited, the interrogation didn’t resume.

And exactly 4 hours and 12 minutes later, I was lying there patting my belly again.

Pat, pat…

“This is strange. This place is strange. Everything’s strange…”

I trailed off and stared blankly at my protruding belly.

The increasingly ticklish feeling inside.

“Butterflies got into my stomach.”

I don’t miss home.

I should be trying to return to Nanny and the researchers.

To go back.

“Strange.”

When I thought of that place, the butterflies instantly disappeared. Instead, my heartbeat grew louder.

I quickly turned my head and buried my face deep into the snow lump.

And I mumbled my resolution.

“As expected of demons. Mages cast spells. Evil. …Just wait and see, you demons!”

I definitely need to kill one person tomorrow and leave this place immediately.

* * *

As soon as Demian finished his daily tasks, he folded space and arrived at his father’s office in an instant.

Thud!

As soon as his feet touched the ground, he lightly stamped his foot.

While barriers of magic power densely filled the surroundings, he nodded a greeting to his father.

After ensuring that his conversation with his father wouldn’t leak out, he went and sat on the guest sofa in the Lord’s office.

The series of movements, clean and elegant, perfectly resembled his father.

“Let’s just send her back.”

“Why bother?”

“You said she didn’t know anything.”

“The interrogation isn’t finished yet.”

Sensing that his son was more impatient than expected, Duke Millayen Ikaros looked up.

Then he asked with faint concern showing on his cold face.

“Is it because she’s a Clofford?”

“That’s not entirely unrelated.”

“Why are you so impatient?”

“I’ve started having dreams again. Very fragmentary ones, but still.”

Feeling his father’s concern, Demian slowly closed and opened his eyes as he spoke.

Demian wasn’t a born mage, but regardless of magic, he occasionally had prophetic dreams.

There was a saint among his distant ancestors, and they speculated it was her influence.

Even though they were fragmentary, they couldn’t be easily dismissed because Demian’s prophetic dreams were as accurate as that ancestral saint’s.

Millayen waited for his son’s words with a serious expression.

“It was a scene of a young child transforming into a monster within our family and harming people… I only saw the child’s shadow. So I’m asking. Are you certain it’s not a monster?”

“I confirmed it myself.”

“Alright, then.”

Demian smiled gently with his usual slight upturn of the lips as he spoke.

“I won’t insist on sending her away. Though I can’t help but be cautious.”

“Keep the dream in mind.”

“Yes.”

Only then did Demian smile brightly with a face that looked much less anxious.

But there was no smile on his face as he turned and left.

Because his keen intuition was telling him.

That child has some kind of secret.

It was no light secret.

If that secret would harm what he needed to protect, he had no intention of showing mercy even to a child.

“Don’t get too attached either, Father.”

‘Though I can understand it when I look at that thing called No. 1.’

Swallowing the words he couldn’t bring himself to say, Demian smiled that painted-on smile again.

Not knowing that just having this thought would make him beat his chest in regret in the future.

* * *

Millaieon looked at the seat where Demian had been sitting with a thoughtful expression.

‘A child’s shadow.’

Suddenly, the baby assassin came to mind.

Though he didn’t know everything yet, just from what he’d discovered, the child was remarkable.

Just surviving in that insane family was worthy of praise.

But at the same time, he felt something peculiar.

Children who have been abused are basically broken in spirit. However, the child was nothing like that.

Instead, that child rejoiced in conversation.

She lacks the sense to filter her words.

But she has an uncanny ability to tell if someone is looking at her and listening to what she says.

She instinctively wants to be accepted by someone, yet doesn’t fear that she might not look good to others.

Just like a magical beast raised on a remote island.

‘As if she knows well that she herself is a monster different from ordinary people.’

He knew where these characteristics came from.

More precisely, what kind of people displayed them.

‘She must be a born mage after all.’

Just like his wife, Rozitsa Ryu, who was sealed about four years ago.

The Lord of the Bom Clan, Rozitsa Ryu.

She was a born mage with the power of ‘sealing.’

And she was also a hero who used that power to seal herself, protecting others from herself.

A faint trace of pain crossed Millaieon’s ice statue-like face.

‘She wouldn’t have been able to send that child away.’

So he decided to do the same.

Though it was also a decision he made after seeing the child himself, thinking of her made it impossible for him to do otherwise.

‘All the more reason to keep her here since it’s Clofford.’

If he considered safety and sent her to another magical family, there were hardly any families that could stand against Clofford if they tried to take the child.

‘Since they’re the type to play dog under the false pretense of being loyal subjects to the Royal House while rejecting magic.’

Even though magical families had been tolerated for a long time because of magical beasts, at some point the Royal House began rejecting magic from within.

Claiming that they should be the most sacred.

To such a Royal House, Clofford was showing quite favorable behavior.

‘So the child should be protected by at least one of the Four Great Families to be safe.’

For now, the Winter Family was the best option.

Though he was worried about her relationship with the children.

‘If they come at her intending to kill, Demian aside, there’s no telling how Theo will react.’

The Winter Ikaros is traditionally a family that operates by the law of the strong.

The fact that even the servants handle magical power was no ordinary matter. They too were all selected through rigorous verification, chosen as those who possessed both character and martial prowess.

And the direct descendants of Ikaros were those who earned the loyalty of such people.

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