The Baby Who Raised the Devil

Spreading Rumors (2)

Marquis Shuheil. Leblaine hurriedly turned her face away from the mirror.

'Gosh.'

Trigon, who was watching it, bit his lips in nervousness. This situation was never discussed.

"There must be a problem."

Although Taylor Dubbede was a genius in medicine, she did not continue with sufficient clinical trials after developing the drug.

'When everything goes well, damn it. He's in too much of a hurry!'

Trigon hastily stopped the transmission. The magic mirror turned black, and anger erupted from every corner of the room.

"What's going on! Have a look!"

“Did you see that poor guy? We need to send someone now! Lady Dubbede has killed the marquis!”

Shouts and screams echoed in the room.

The followers of Shuheil, nobles, and even the priests shouted loudly.

"That's what I said. We shouldn't be blinded by his title!”

“We entrust the life of the marquis into the hands of a nine-year-old. Does that make sense?"

“From doctor! No, pastor...!”

"Marquess, what are you thinking!"

As the marquess trembled, Edgar gritted his teeth and shouted.

"Send someone right now!"

The servants and doctors rushed to the marquis' room where healing was underway.

As they were about to enter, someone blocked them. That's Taylor Dubbede.

"The son of destiny is healing the marquis."

"We see the problem through the magic mirror!"

"It's a healing process."

After a brief quarrel, the noble followed closely behind.

It was the followers, those who could not overcome their curiosity, and those who wanted the downfall of Dubbede.

The eyes of the gathered people were filled with disbelief towards Leblaine.

"Open the door!"

The nobleman scolded Taylor with an expression of disdain.

"What did Duke Dubbede think of by allowing a nine-year-old to heal him?"

"It's clear. He definitely wants people to admit that his daughter has holy power.”

“Although they are greedy people, they should not think of toying with people's lives. It's terrible.”

The Marquess came late with a trembling body.

“Suami... What happened to my husband..”.

Later, Shuheil's followers were furious and pushed the Marquis' wife.

“That's because the marquess is relying on that fateful child!”

"I…"

Marquess, with a pale face, bit her lips.

Edgar saw his mother shut her mouth, unable to even speak a word, and shouted to her followers.

“Don't blame my mother! Isn't that something we all agreed to be helped by the child of destiny?”

Riots break out in front of the marquis' room.

The Marquess, clutching her skirt tightly, quietly approached the door.

Tap, tap.

After a few taps, he opened his mouth.

"Can I continue to trust that Lady?"

[…….]

No answer came back. Marquess gulped

If it was a normal situation, he could not completely trust a child who was only nine years old.

It was a situation so miserable that he had no choice but to lean on the little boy.

His son was young, and he did not have the strength to protect him.

Her husband is a skeptic. He always had a monopoly on power.

That means that no one is protecting her after her husband's death.

Although she had devoted herself to the family, she was only a weak mother who did not have the strength to protect her son.

The followers tried to seize her husband's power, and she needed time.

Her husband must live. He had to let his son grow up just a year older.

All he could do was pray.

At that moment, a small voice came through the crack of the door.

[If the marquess believes me.].

“…….”

[If you believe me, I will repay your trust.]

“…….”

Shouts erupted all around.

"Bring out the Dubbede girl now!"

“His life is at stake.”

"Marquess"

"……Stop!!"

Marquess blared.

The people who were shocked by him looked at him with their eyes wide open.

The Marquess turned her back to the door and looked around.

"Guests, please go back to the room."

"What……!"

“…….”

"I'm the master of the mansion when my husband isn't around."

The followers opened their mouths to say something, but the marquess spoke in a low voice.

"If you say one more word, you will experience my wrath, you will see how far I can protect my family."

In the end, no follower could speak. Edgar persuaded him and grabbed his hand.

However, his hands were surprisingly not trembling.

The followers turned around one by one and the nobles observing the situation raised their communication devices one by one to call out to the servants.

“I will stop doing business with Shuheil.”

“Recover the investment we put into Dubblede.”

"I need to see Duke Marche now."

There is tension in that place.

***

I left the marquis' room with a tired face.

When I left the room, there was no one there, because the marquess was guarding the door.

"How's that?"

“…….”

As I looked at her with a puzzled look, the marquess and Edgar ran into the room with pale faces.

At the end of the hallway, people were crowding. The one who pushed them out was a familiar face.

It was the chairman, Henry, and Isaac.

Henry and Isaac stopped the others from approaching me and hurriedly dragged me out of the mansion.

A dubbede train was waiting right in front of Shuheil's house.

Chairman and Taylor went in first, then Henry and Isaac quickly picked me up.

“Come quickly back to the mansion. Dad's waiting for you.”

"Yes…"

"You're a kid. No matter what you do, we are responsible for it. ”

Henry's expression hardened. Isaac smiled and patted my back.

“I told them to prepare a lot of snacks. You have to fill your stomach and sleep well. On a day like today, you can skip brushing your teeth at least once!”

Isaac clasped my hand and continued.

"Rabbell. You're not a bad boy. They are the ones who created this situation.”

And the door is closed.

The chief, who was sitting in front of me, asked.

"What's going on?"

“It went well.”kataku with a smile.

Then Henry, Isaac, and the chairman looked at me with puzzled expressions.

"What?"

"Huh?"

"I'm sorry?"

When I saw the nobles gathered outside the window, I immediately closed the curtain and said, “Sst! Shh!” I put my index finger on my lips.

“Do not until someone hears it. We have to pretend more seriously to spread the word.”

The chairman asked with a confused expression.

“So this..”.

“Bad rumors circulate faster than good rumors, right? Everyone thinks of the worst, then tada!”

"Oh…"

The chief rubbed his forehead in astonishment.

"You mean it's all just a show?"

“This directs. Production."

“I'm so surprised!”

The chief shouted, and I shrugged my shoulders.

“But that way I won't be called a fake anymore. I achieved a miracle that not even a temple could perform. There are a lot of people all over the world who are on the verge of death, right? Then everyone will look for me.”

"So?"

“It is true that I performed miracles, but people insulted because they misunderstood me. Then what will happen? They'll think of me as a poor boy, whose trauma was treated like that.”

"What do you think of the Lady?"

“Blooding is something I didn't even think of. Only after bleeding did my uncle tell me. But after the panic, we can turn things around, right?”

I'm not a child of fate with real healing powers.

There was no such thing as the power to actually save a person like Mina.

That's Taylor's drug.

“Again, this opportunity can be profitable for us. Look, there's been a lot of commotion.”

Isaac then said to Henry with a puzzled face.

"... Is this sibocil a genius?"

"You don't know?"

Henry smiled and stroked my hair.

I smiled happily.

***

In the Pope's Office, he hurriedly gathered the cardinals sitting around the round table and shouted loudly.

“This is our chance! Now is our chance to have destiny's child in our hands!”

The fishes flew away excitedly, unaware that they were caught in the Leblaine hook.

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