The Baby Who Raised the Devil

Flower Ring (4)

Roman's gaze staring at the chairman was not good.

'What is he thinking?'

Today he heard that the child of destiny and he walked together in the castle with a quite friendly atmosphere.

The chairman, who walks with the child of destiny, rarely feels comfortable, but he does look so.

'That doesn't make sense. That's Jean Marc Noanoke.'

He was too cold even for his only son.

Some even argue that his son, Louis Noanoke, may have actually committed suicide.

The child of fate cannot make him feel comfortable.

'Is he thinking of doing something to the child of destiny?'

Roman's hopes are up.

Then it's a good thing.

He was eager for a rift between the chairman and Duke Dubbled.

In its early days, the Senate was a powerful force in Dubbled.

Before the death of his son, the chairman went forward and sought the interests of the Senate.

However, after his son died and Theodore Dubbled took over the Dukedom, the chief behaved like a toothless tiger.

It was not that he was not interested in the Senate acquisition, but that he did not want to go ahead and take control of Theodore while regaining his former glory.

"Chairman."

Upon Roman's call, the chief looked at him with a dry look.

"If you're willing to take this opportunity, I'll help you from behind."

"Go to the point, say it."

When asked what he was talking about, Roman smiled, and thought,

"You don't know."

“Will Spinel only be used in combat against Kruger? Defense with Spinel in certain battles is very important for the military. Duke's military might be weakened if the church doesn't share Dubbled Spinel.”

"So?"

"Do you have no connections in the church?"

“……”

“If you take Spinel without knowing it, our troops will laugh at the power of Duke.”

"Do you intend to wage a civil war?"

Roman shrugged his shoulders with a limp face.

“That means the Senate must have the power to fight Duke's madness. “

When the chief fell silent, Roman approached him.

“Until when should we submit to Duke?”

“It is true that I have connections in the church, but they cannot help us easily.”

"You have a child of destiny."

Roman smiled and looked out the window at Dubbled castle.

“He has also been rechecked, so the Vatican somehow wants to bring the boy back. There's nothing they can't do if you use it to trade.”

Roman spoke with great enthusiasm.

“This is what I was thinking. Kidnapped the girl, enslaved her, and talked to the church. If the church regains the child, the duke who neglects child care will be taken, and the church will secure the child–“

That was.

Tap, tap.

the butler came in.

"Sir, I have a letter from the castle."

"What's that from the duke?"

"The letter stamp is not the Duke's seal."

It was not the seal of the duke, but a letter came from the castle.

The narrow-eyed chief received the letter from the butler with suspicion.

However, what he saw while opening the envelope was the crooked handwriting of the child.

[We invited Jean Marc Noanoke to Leblaine's first tea party. Cake crumbs look like dirt, but they're not dirt. Please come by yourself.]

The chairman's eyes trembled as he looked at the letter with no date or place written on it.

“Dad, cake crumbs look like dirt. But why don't they like shit?”

How'd he.

How does a child of destiny know what his dead son said in his childhood?

"Chairman?"

But the chairman stood quietly, and put the letter into his jacket.

"Prepare train!"

Roman himself looked puzzled at the chairman as he rushed out.

***

I kissed the maid Yuni ten times.

It was the price to convey my invitation to the chairman in secret.

"Please do it here too."

"Ten kisses only."

"Give me flowers!"

The flowers are very well guarded because someone is a former loan shark.

I kissed Yuni on the opposite cheek.

"Done?"

“Ya ~”

He hugged me with a happy face, and left the room.

'Well, all we have to do is wait.'

I waited for him at the gazebo in the corner of the park for an easy conversation when the chairman came.

And when the sun had set, the chief came to me.

He was panting, he was looking for me maybe for a long time.

“How, how do you know the story?”

Without saying hello, he said to the point. His voice seemed very impatient.

I jumped out of the gazebo seat and looked at the chairman.

"I'll ask you before that."

"Say."

"Gwanpa, how much do you miss your son?" (Grandfather, how much do you miss your son?)

"If you could see Louis again, would you like to pay whatever it costs?"

"I'll sell my soul."

"All right, I'm waiting for his words."

I took Etwal a little. The chairman frowned at me.

“Now answer my question. How do you know that story–!”

"You can't yell at the boy ..."

A slightly timid voice sounded behind the pavilion.

The chief's pupils widened, and soon his eyes looked at me.

As if I couldn't believe it.

He turned his head slowly.

"Dad…"

Louis Noanoke smiled weakly at his pale father.

The chairman simply looked at his son without saying a word to him.

"What are you doing? Was it the duke or someone else who told you to make fun of me? ”

His eyes were still trembling as he spoke with an incredible cold demeanor.

Louis bit his lips as if trying to hold back the tears, he looked at his father again.

"I asked you to eat pancakes together first, and I'm sorry I couldn't keep my word."

The chairman's face turned sour when a story that only he and Louis knew came out of his mouth.

The chairman's shoulders, which had always been very wide, had shrunk, and wrinkles had grown all over his face.

That's not the image of a powerful man in charge of the Senate. It was an old and lonely father who lost his son.

“……”

I pulled on Louis' arm, who was speechless.

“Say something. Quickly quickly!"

“……”

“It is very difficult to take care of your soul. It will soon disappear!”

He had already lost all his strength after Boone left, and he was forced to defend his soul for the chairman who missed his son so much.

As Louis approached cautiously, the chairman gritted his teeth.

"…you're ugly."

'Oh? No, this is not!'

I opened my eyes wide in amazement, and the chairman punched Louis in the shoulder and chest.

“You ugly boy! You ugly kid..!”

“……”

“You've been so mean all your life that you let me down! you ugly bastard! Why did you leave me first!”

The head's face got wet.

Louis could not say anything and just stood there.

The chairman, who groaned as if he was dying of grief, immediately fell to the floor.

"What.. did you kill yourself?"

“…….”

"Really, as people say, you haven't found a landfill, so you killed yourself out of fear of me?"

Louis bent his knees and looked at his father.

"I've always been evil, so I wanted to give you a spinel for your dad's birthday."

"….You."

"It was an accident. I fear you, but I respect you more, thank you, and love you more than fear.”

The chief was crying like a child. Until Louis disappeared.

***

I glanced at the chairman who was sitting in the gazebo without strength.

'What should I say in this situation?'

When he was in pain from it, the chief's voice came.

"What are you doing, little lady?"

"What?"

"I'm sure you're not an ordinary kid."

Her dry eyes looked at me.

I didn't avoid his eyes.

"What should I say to wake chaiwman up believe me." (What do I have to say to make the chairman believe me?)

"I meant it when I said I would give my soul."

'I know.'

Eyes sincere.

That's why he took the risk and showed Louis to the chairman.

'Nobody would believe him, even if he said it.'

Above all, Louis went and emphasized to her.

"If you hurt that little lady, my soul will not find rest."

Although he looked very different from the chairman, it was his son. His threatening trick resembles the chief.

Louis threatened with his own life, not with anyone else, like the chairman.

She must be very grateful to me for allowing her to see her father again. He is a good man who can repay kindness.

I glanced at him and thought so.

"More than anything, I need the chairman's help."

There's no way I, a child, can carry a spinel.

Besides, the chairman is the right person to help me.

A man who is appropriately materialistic, puts personal interests above his family or country, above all else, who will not be harmed when I defect.

"Stay, just in case."

"Take off your jacket."

"Huh?"

"Take out your pants pocket."

"What's…"

I confirm that there is no magic and no sacred tools.

Only then did I start talking.

“I went back to the past three times. And in this life I can summon demons, “(I go back to the past three times and in this life I can summon demons.)

the chief's expression was surprised.