The Baby Who Raised the Devil

Spreading Rumors (3)

“We are not sure what it really is a child of Destiny.”

“Original or not, we need the kid. We must secure the sacrifice until the true child of Destiny arrives.”

“Although it's Dubblede, it won't be easy for him to escape. Let's move fast.”

“In fact, we are too generous. If we had embraced her from the beginning, taught her doctrine, and made her walk the right path, that nine-year-old girl would not have been so bold. Marquis is pathetic.”

"That's fine. The grace that God has given to the human world in the future should not be overshadowed by the false. Fake people are too confident. Even though he's under Dubblede, we need to teach him a lesson.”

Blasio, who was watching the cardinals' conversation, spoke up.

"Is there no possibility that the child is real?"

Instantly, everyone at the round table looked at Blasio.

“Do not cover the facts. Pope clearly feels something is wrong with him!”

“However, there is a God pattern on his body. If the child has a pattern that only we know of, there is a high chance he will be the original.”

"That's…"

"Think about that. If Leblaine Dubbede is the child of true destiny and the pope is wrong, we will present the child of true destiny to the altar with our own hands. What mistake is worse than this?”

Each cardinal groaned in confusion.

There has never been a cardinal who believed Leblaine was the son of true destiny. Until the pattern of Gods appeared on his body.

This confusion begins when the child manifests his pattern.

The pattern of a God that no one else had ever known before.

Even among the cardinals, the pattern was known to only a few people.

It was something that could not be manifested by the child of false destiny.

"Are you not suspicious of him?"

“This means that all possibilities should be left open at this point. I agree that we must secure the safety of the child at all costs. All for our Gods.”

Silence subsides on the round table.

“... For our Gods.”

"For the Gods."

Even some who disagree bow their heads.

***

There are no other riots like this. Faithful believers camped in front of the mansion and shouted that I should be punished for abusing the power of God.

“It looks like the temple has already spread the news.”

Seria, who came to tell me, looked out the window and said.

“It's a good opportunity. What is Duke Merche's reaction?”

“He acts carefully. The nobles who insist on punishing you have asked Duke Marche for support, but he is silent.”

“That's because I know an important secret about his ancestor. He won't act recklessly.”

When I woke up with my coat, Seria looked at me with a confused expression.

"Do you want to get out?"

"Yes. Cecilia's final exam is near, I have to help her.”

“You have a plan, but isn't it going too fast? I'm concerned. You've used so much holy power for the drama. All of that while guarding the devil. Besides, you're not feeling well.”.

“Although it is difficult, I have to move now. If my body recovers, Storas will wreak havoc again.”

There's nothing more dangerous than that.

I will share what I hear, see, and even think with him, but I know nothing about him. It was a very unfortunate situation for me.

“Seria, I'll go to the Imperial Palace, so take care of everything I ordered today. Judging from my condition, I think Storas will be back tomorrow, if not tonight.”

"Yes." Yeah."

After saying that, I left the room.

I boarded the carriage and went to the Imperial Palace while being seen by the servants.

After receiving the title from the emperor, my entrance procedure was simplified. I could pass through the gate just by them glancing at my face on the carriage.

When I arrived at the imperial palace and went to where the participants had gathered, the atmosphere was strange.

It was a completely different atmosphere than before.

"Lady…"

When I had just entered the garden, Cecilia looked at me and approached me. The expression on my aunt's face with Cecilia wasn't good either.

"Son, why don't you rest ..."

"I'm fine."

People knew that I failed to heal Marquis Shuheil, so they were afraid that I would be shocked afterwards.

“Aunt, please meet the Empress Dowager. I'll be with Cecilia.”

"But……."

"Cecilia you're okay with that, right?"

Cecilia nodded slightly at my words. My aunt breathed and left the garden.

Cecilia, who was watching my aunt's back, asked gently.

“Are you really okay?”

"Of course!"

As I smiled, a cough came from the side of Frances Arabel, who was also a finalist with Cecilia.

"Is the Lady's problem okay?"

A young girl, about 14 years old, who was sitting with Frances said.

It was Blake Arabel, Frances' younger sister.

The shy Frances stopped her sister, but Blake said with pouting lips.

"Am I wrong? This choice will be settled soon. It's not good for my sister to be with a murderer constantly. ”

“Stop...please be careful with what you say..”.

Blake looked at his sister with narrowed eyes and pursed his lips.

“Why should we be careful? My sister is also a finalist. Your opponent is not even royalty, so we are superior.”

Frances did not know what to do, and grabbed her pale hand.

Frances Arabel was a wise woman. He knows exactly what's going on.

The reason Frances was named as the finalist in place of Lady Amboise, was because she was a shy and reserved person.

'But he doesn't know Count Arabel's temperament.'

Count Arabel had always trembled like a rat in front of a lion in front of Duke Marche, but he was actually a very arrogant person.

He lowered his head in front of the strong, and he was the worst for the weak.

It's clear how she raised her youngest daughter, Blake.

'It's been a long time since I met Blake.'

She acted kindly to Mina, but she tortured me so much from behind.

Once my aunt disappeared, she quickly attacked me.

“Blee, please stop. Child of destiny trying to help Marquis Shuheil as much as possible.”.

“But it doesn't look like that? He just wants to stand out. He just wants to get attention.”

“…….”

“He must have created the pattern of the Gods and shown it to those who called it fake. That's funny."

Blake giggles.

Cecilia frowned at Blake and said, "Hey, Miss-" but I stopped her immediately.

“It's okay.”

"But……!"

"What's the last test?"

“... It's a charity party.”

"When did you start?"

“Invitation has been spread. I got help from Javelin and sent it to people he knew well, but I wonder if they will come..”.

I nodded, as Cecilia continued.

“Today, I was invited to the Empress Dowager's tea party with Lady Arabel. Javelin said it would be better to go and meet people in person.”.

If it is a charity party, it may be sorted by the number of people attending the party or the charity fund donated.

'Yes, Cecilia has never attended a social event, so she'd better go and show her face in person.'

If those invited to the Empress Dowager's tea party decided that Cecilia was a good way to control Empress Yvonne, those opposed to Yvonne would move.

"When's the tea party?"

"Soon, even if she doesn't make a party, I'm thinking of heading straight to the Empress Dowager's palace."

"Let's go!"

I grabbed Cecilia's hand. Just as we were about to leave the garden, my eyes met Frances, who was also heading to the Empress Dowager's palace.

Frances hurriedly lowered her head, as we left the garden.

The Empress Dowager's Palace was already noisy.

A number of people who had good relations with the Empress Dowager were present.

'I think my aunt persuaded the Empress first.'

The Empress Dowager's tea party was always held in small numbers, but this time there were a few guests. It was also attended mainly by gossip sellers.

I whispered to Cecilia at the entrance of the Empress Dowager's party.

“You must not be arrogant, but you must not be ashamed either.You must show that you will be the right choice to keep Empress Yvonne under control. ”

“Yes, Javelin also told me that.”

“Luckily, there are some women who have a good relationship with my godmother. I greeted them with my godmother the other day, and since they were kind to me, they will also be kind to you.”

“Thank you yoi.”

"Now go in-Oh!"

Someone pushed my shoulder and entered the party. When I lost my balance and hit my ass on the floor, I heard Blake's life.

"Are you okay?"

Other than the old lady, there were also young ladies and young masters at the party.

They approached Blake, as if everyone knew him and mocked me.

"God…"

As I sat down, I could see their mocking gazes. The social world, no matter what people say, is a world of predators and prey.

There were so many people trying to eat me when my status fell due to recent events.

"Miss, are you okay?"

Cecilia looked at me with a worried expression, and I stood up while holding her hand.

The people who wanted Dubbede's downfall didn't hide their taunts from me.

'What is this going to happen?'

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