The Baby Who Raised the Devil

Let's Create Mandiri Dubbede (4)

[I am the 36th pillar, Storas. Who called me?]

He looked around and set his eyes on me, who was holding etwal.

[Old-abandoned god princess. How unpleasant.]

Then, etwal lit up with a blue light.

[How dare you!]

[Even after a few centuries, your stupidity has never improved. It's depressing. You're no better than Boone.]

[How dare you compare me to Boone. My fire will not forgive you!]

[Then I will give you a sense of despair.]

When I saw the two of them fighting silently, Etwal shone once more and I heard Chul-soo's voice.

[There is such a disease in the world I live in.].

'Disease?'

[Disease of second-grade high school students*.]

* TL Note: This is slang which means that if they are narcissistic or too proud of themselves as usual, high school students act that way.

I don't know what the disease is, but their quarrel is getting heated up.

Pur and Storas stared at each other as if they wanted to tear each other apart. I thought it would be worse so I intervened between them.

"Stop stopping."

If they fight back, the office will be destroyed.

'How should I buy this building?'

Pur groaned and retreated.

[You continue to be attached to humans. You haven't grown a bit since Ivan's time. Stupid stuff.]

Ivan's?

I opened my eyes and looked at Pur, then he gritted his teeth and looked towards Storas.

[What's wrong with me is helping followers ...... Ughhhh!]

Before Pur could finish speaking, his body burned.

“Pur!”

I screamed and tried to catch him, but before that, it turned into ashes and disappeared.

When my face turned pale, fortunately, Pur's gem on my etwal, shone. It seems he has returned to etwal safely.

But there was no answer when I asked him if he was okay. As if he can't hear me.

[If you break the rules, you must be punished. It won't be able to communicate with you for a while.]

"Whatdoes that mean? Why was he punished? Pur never followed Ivan. The one he followed was the Tesla.” fighter

[That's funny. Humans are funny, they remove the name of a traitor who disobeys a god and call him a warrior.]

“No way, Ivan and Tesla..?”.

It raised its eyebrows and sat on the sofa. Silence is a sufficient answer.

'That's Iwan. Tesla's warrior is Ivan!'

He was a follower of an evil god, so he would not be able to record his services. Ivan's name was removed and he recorded it under the pseudonym Tesla.

The genealogy of the son of the evil god does not lead to Ivan-Tesla-I. It was Ivan (Tesla) – me.

'It is understandable that Duke Marche is eager to hold Tesla's record.'

Duke Marche wanted to take Tesla's record no matter what because the record included one of Marche's followers who helped Tesla.

In other words, Duke Marche helped the evil god.

Because the temple realized this, it was able to control the Duke Marche until now.

'The other demons didn't tell me this. No, they couldn't.'

They can't talk.

Because they are curbed like Pur.

So how can Storas speak?

I recalled Pur's words and I approached Storas and said,

“Among the demons, those who follow the god Neliard and the evil god are divided. Those who follow evil gods are being restricted. Because the evil god was defeated by the god Neliard. Right?"

[You're smarter than I thought.]

But it's weird.

I can't put Pymon in my etwalks, even though I can do it with Pur.

'Pur is a demon who follows an evil god, and I am the son of an evil god.'

I can do it to Pur because he's a follower of an evil god. But Pymon…

The people who could not see the devil looked at me with confused faces.

"Miss, is there something here?"

"…… Yeah."

"The call worked!"

As Seria spoke with a happy face,

"Then what is his ability?"trigon.

“It seems difficult to get this ability. Judging from his ability, I think his wish will not be easy either. . ”

[You're really smart.]

Storas raised the corner of his mouth as I sighed and asked.

“So what do you want?”

His body glowed red as soon as I asked. Finally, he turned into an owl and flew off upon landing on the window sill.

"Remove all traces of the girl from the world."

The people who finally saw the demons exchanged glances with confused expressions.

“What footprint?”I asked while frowning my forehead.

“Rumput Meria.”

"Have you got any leads on the grass?"

The thing I mentioned when threatening Taylor with that?

How did it become like this?

"So, does that mean the woman Storas hated so much was the goddess?"

“Things in this era are really funny. Did you just call a fool a goddess?”

"He's not a goddess?"

“God shares the power of light with him, but he is a fool who wastes the power of the gods just to make grass.”

“Isn't meria grass a legendary herb? How we……."

"I know where it is."

“Then, I'm happy.”

“This is not something to be proud of..”.

As I frowned, the people around me were confused.

'It's a grass that can make antibiotics!'

In the future, antibiotics will become a common remedy for everyone. Besides being cheap, it is also very effective. In this day and age, people are still dying from colds. This is because it easily spreads to pneumonia, and antibiotics suppress it.

Some say that the drug can be divided into before and after the discovery of antibiotics.

Seeing me tormented, the chairman asked, and realized that the grass meria was very important.

“First of all, ask about its capabilities. If the ability is useless, we don't need to go that far right?”

Right, that's all!

I looked back at Storas who had transformed into a handsome man.

Slowly pull the corner of his mouth.

“I have all the knowledge you need. Even some special things that Pymon.” does not know

"Something special?"

“I can tell you about the gems that can summon demons and their abilities.”

“No way, so the temple....”.

"That's the devil's ability."

I look around at people.

“Do not need antibiotics? Mankind can survive on will.”

“Anti...biotic, I don't know what it is, but what is a very important medicine for mankind?”

"Yes, but I need that ability!"

When my lips pouted, everyone was confused.

***

Back at the mansion, I put my hand on the temple and pondered.

'Now it's possible to get rid of him. But if I get rid of it, a valuable antibiotic…'

In my head, it felt like the good Leblaine with angel wings and the evil Leblaine with demon horns were fighting.

How many people will die without antibiotics? Think of them

There are treatments out there that have similar effects without antibiotics. They just need to get purification from the priest.

Do you know how expensive it is to be holy by a priest? Commoners would not be able to obtain it even if they worked a lifetime. Without antibiotics, they will die.

Who cares? My family and friends can receive purification from the priest.

“What's up, bocil? Why are you doing that?"

While I was thinking hard, Isaac said to me.

I sighed and rubbed my cheek against the table.

"I have something to worry about... But Isaac, why are you wearing a robe?"

"I'm going to the hospital."

“You will visit someone?”

Or are you going to kill someone?

Henry patted my head lightly and said.

“Marquis Shuheil may die.”

“Marquis Shuheil, Duke Marche's nephew? Father of Isaac's friend, Edgar?”

Isaac said, "He's not my friend." but Henry nodded.

“They said she had to cut off her legs after being tortured.”

"Didn't he get the priest's purification?"

"It looks so."

Isaac shrugged his shoulders.

I grabbed my chin and muttered.

“... Purification was unsuccessful.”

"It could be…"

Henry smiled ambiguously.

"If not?"

“It can be done on purpose. Marquis Shuheil will summon the high priest, and there is no way he cannot be purified.”

“Edgar must be upset.. have fun.”

Isaac tilted his head.

"Bocil, are you going too?"

“Why me?”

“Invitation of the Marquis. I think they want to get you, the child of destiny, just in case the illness will be cured. ”

It was also because of me, Marquis Shuheil suffered.

Duke Marche targeted Dubbede and named Johann as the culprit in the attack on the nobles.

I blame Marquis Shuheil for saving Johann. He was one of those who got false accusations, he might want revenge.

'But even to call me, it seems like he is in critical condition.......'

“Many kids your age will be there. This will help you build a connection.” Henry said as he placed the coat over my shoulder.

"really? Then let's go.”

I nodded and followed them.

Marquis Shuheil's place is more luxurious than I thought. Well, the Grand Duchy is pretty rich. Upon entering the living room, there were already many people gathered.

'Yes God……. Henry's right.'

The eldest son of Marquis Herrington.

The only son of Prince Tenedor.

The youngest son of a witch

the youngest cardinal candidate.

'The temple even sent someone?'

The handsome boy looked at me with a sharp look.