The Baby Who Raised the Devil

Spreading Rumors (9)

That afternoon, at Dubbede's house.

"Great!"

“Sun Dubbede!”

“Manis us!”

Enthusiastic applause from the followers and administrators flowed in. I arrogantly raised my chin.

"I know."

I deserve this compliment today!

Laughter explodes at my shameless act. My brothers are too.

“In the first year of soil purification, he said the harvest is abundant. Next year, they will be able to eat very well.”

Henry and Isaac praised me, as Johann patted my head.

Viscount Dubos and Nos almost cried.

In Dubblede, large sums of money for charity are withdrawn each year.

Even when commoners became farmers, they had to pay land taxes.

But, it was impossible to punish the nobles who set taxes as high as the sky. And the number of farmers is starting to increase as well.

Dublede had the largest plantation in the empire, but most of our land was damaged, so our fertile land was scarce.

By overcoming the scarcity of land, it can not only reduce the zakat funds provided, but also avoid the suffering of many poor people.

The matter that had plagued Viscount Dubos and Nos for many years had been resolved.

'And there…'

The chief came and whispered to me.

"Lady Javelin has called us. Full charity party.”

“How about Frances Arabel?”

"As you instructed, Francis Arabel's party would be no better than Cecilia's."

Cecilia will win now.

20,000 francs were given to Count Arabel of the mercenary union of hope.

With only 20,000 francs, I ensure the land for abundant harvests next year and the throne of Cecilia.

'I think I need to spend more money!'

I laughed and sipped orange juice.

And a few days later, the final selection was announced at the Imperial Palace.

The sentence written below was Cecilia Beryl Luoerg.

Changing her middle name to the name of her older sister, whom she loved dearly, Cecilia went to the ceremony.

***

There's also a party in Dubblede. The feast for Cecilia lasted for 3 days.

I smiled as I looked at the colorful bouquets sent first among the bouquets.

“Where did it come from?”

I answered the chairman's question while tapping the petal with the tip of my finger.

"Empress Yvonne."

“Enjoy? I thought he was very angry.You said that the emperor was very angry with him. ”

“Of course he's very angry. He was threatened by Empress Yvonne. But will he miss this opportunity? The Empress would not be able to hold Cecilia back, so she chose a different method instead.”

"I understand."

“Cecilia can't do anything without Dubbede. He thought if I was by his side, he would be able to control Cecilia.”

"Congratulations. You've got two empresses on your side. ”

I smiled and looked around the party hall.

There are so many guests here.

Dubbede is the richest family on the continent.

We also have irie, the best knight in the continent.

And the Vallua fleet.

Spinel is owned exclusively by the mercenary guild of hope, the suwon, which will not diminish even in drought. A long-range teleportation device that would become the basis of an overwhelming military force.

The child of fate who received the affection of the imperial family was also there.

Wherever I walked, the nobles lowered their heads.

We are one step closer to our independence.

'First preparation is complete.'

I smiled at the nobles.

"Miss, long time no see."

“You must be having a hard time because of that rumor. Those who criticize Lady stop raising their heads for a while.”

“Lady, my son who is studying abroad has come home. Delphasa, come here.”

That time,

Etwal in my pocket is heating up, and Storas is floating in the air.

[Foolish boy, I will return when your body recovers, but you take me to where the people are again.]

'I know you're coming out, asshole!'

I clapped.

As soon as I gestured, all the lights in the venue were turned off, and the constellation-shaped lights installed outside the window shone brightly.

"Wow!"

“Yeah, it's beautiful!”

As soon as everyone's eyes turned to the window, Pur came out and blocked Storas from approaching me.

'I hope that you will target another meeting place.'

Sparks came out from Pur's body while attacking. Other than the holy power I received from Adrian, Pur, who was filled full with mana stones, smiled.

[.. B-how are you!]

It meant how he could give his power to one of the demons he summoned.

'I learned from a cardinal. They are useful at times like this.'

I learned from Cardinal Blasio how to control my divine power while Storas was away.

Of course, it was also thanks to the training of holy power by the previous Dubbede witch. However, the training methods developed by the temple over a thousand years were different from those of the Dubbede witches

Also, the lesson I received from the temple in my previous life was actually only surface.

[Humans are like this demon.!].

'Thank you for the compliment.'

Then another thing prepared by Storas was revealed.

"Hey, what's that mushroom?"

“Mushrooms in the park Dubbede?”

When people start talking,

"That's meria grass." said Taylor.

“Rubuan legendary? But it's not grass.”.

“Meria grass is named after the goddess Meria. It is a gift from the Gods, which can be enhanced with the help of the child of destiny to make antibiotics.”

It was then that the traces of Meria, which Storas desperately wanted to remove, were revealed in the world.

[Delusion******!!]

A loud voice echoed in my head.

Then Pur said.

[Foolish bastard, don't you know how he is? He will try hard to get revenge!]

It looked like an insult but also a compliment.

***

The party is ruined.

Me, my family, and the chairman stared at Storas in the form of an owl locked in a cage, in my father's office.

"Did you say this owl caused all that?"

“How dare man...!”

Storas shouted, and Isaac raised a branch with a ferocious expression on his face.

Isaac began to poke Storas with a stick, while Storas struggled. Pur, in the form of a deer, giggles at the sight of Storas being tortured by Isaac.

“Bags, I will not forgive you! The horrors of hell will destroy your blood, your flesh, and your soul.You evil, stop stabbing me! It hurts!"

The chief shook his head at the sight.

“So what will you do, miss?”

"Huh? What's?"

“How will you fulfill the desires of the devil? It will not return unless it is taken to etwal. That means……."

"I didn't expect you to grant my request in the first place."

Storas said as everyone's eyes were on him.

Storas looked at me with his bright yellow eyes.

“How much more do you plan to insult me? Things have gone terribly wrong, how could you not erase the traces of Meria! ”

“Don't worry, I can do it. When I publish this article, everything will be solved.”

I picked up the parchment with the article written by Seria.

The title is [The Truth of the Goddess in Mythology, How a Witch Becomes a Goddess].

“Rumput Meria is not her real name. The proper scientific name is 'Storas'”

"You…"

"His myth of Meria, a good pharmacist and his assistant, Lars."I said while holding the cage.

“…….”

“That's you, right?”

“…….”

“He was the man who loved Meria and gave everything, but ended up being betrayed. Lars.”

“…….”

“You're one of the pioneers right?”

Storas' body shone and his cage was broken.

Stora in human form glared at me. However, he immediately lowered his head.

“Tell me, Storas. Gods, Evil Gods, and demons. Tell the whole story of the war that has been going on since this ancient time.”

Storas, who lowered his head, wet his lips repeatedly. Then a low voice came out from him.

***

[In ancient times, Gods and humans lived together.

Humans are in peace under the protection of Gods, but problems arise where the eyes of Gods cannot reach.

This is the beginning of the story about 72 pioneers.

After hundreds of years of peace. Man with wisdom learns greed and reigns over other men.

Gods sent good people everywhere to create a sanctuary for those who were victims of human greed and sent language to humans to accuse the bad guys.

This is the beginning of the temple.

The human world prospered after man had wisdom and language.

When humans understood how to harvest plants, and learned how to survive by hunting and gathering in winter, the Gods rested.

[And on that fateful day, the night was strangely dark and the weather was very cold.]