The Baby Raising A Devil

"Standing, let me explain. It must be a misunderstanding...!"

When Count Pegnac tried to approach with a tremble, Duke Dubled said:

"Funny thing."

"Yes, yes?"

"I can't believe you haven't heard a word from my son, and you haven't seen the situation at all."

"Well, that....."

"I guess I stayed. When you see something you don't know about the subject running out of your neck."

When the duc's voice is low, it's not "Billy Pegnac"! "I shouted desperately.

Fist-yellow face, he trembles and forcefully raises himself.

"I was just trying to listen to the baby's wishes!"

"My daughter's desire. What do you want?"

"The baby likes me, so I'm going to get married...!"

Bang!!

The floor of the corridor on the second floor was floored with noise.

Henri stared at Billy Pegnac with a zigzag.

"Excuse me. The rest of the aiming was too absurd."

"……."

"I aimed at the head of a lunatic."

Pegnac's face was dull.

"So, LeBlaine, do you know what that madman is saying?"

Henri smiles lovingly and asks. LeBlaine frowns.

"I don't know. Just keep saying weird things. He said he'd teach you how to seduce a man."

Billy Pegnac shouts as he speaks with a sharp face.

"Oh, no! My parents did. You said you like me..!"

Earl Pegnac's face was dull.

"That lunatic! '

It was an oil spill in the fire that would consume the whole family.

"Go, sir……."

It was challenging when Count Pegnac opened his mouth.

Bang!!!

Another great sound burst out. Earl Pegnac was the one who fell this time. The Black Ora rises from the Duke's hand.

"There must be a lot to hear."

The faces of the Dublin Dukes were all muted.

* * *

Count Pegnac and I sat at my father's feet and rubbed our hands.

Billy always saw his parents cut off like this big mountain and saw the sky collapse.

They disrupted the paperwork to hand over the port free of charge, and in addition, Pegnac handed over two of the three prestigious Islands mansions.

But I shook my head in the air. That's why my father would never forgive me. Already through North, "Start with the funding line." It's been a long time since I ordered it.

I headed to Ishaq's room.

But there was a guest who came before me. It was Henri.

"Idiot."

"……."

"Stupid."

"……."

"Cherokee."

"Child!"

Ishaq, who was silently listening to Henri's curse, was tempered. Henri shoots an ointment like a fist on his frowning brother's forehead.

When I used my strength on Billy, I was wounded because I couldn't avoid the debris that flew from the broken wall.

"As LeBlaine said, it's hopeless. Do you know that if you kept your mouth shut there, you would have worn a dumpster yourself?"

"I know. But I didn't want to tell the kid 'that' again....."

"In that case, we'll have to make another excuse."

"With what?"

"Either he went out of his mind and attacked first."

"But you were healthy."

"The spirit is enough to let you go afterwards. You can manipulate things as much as you want."

Henri, what are you teaching him...?

Ishaq said.

"... But you are rubbish. It's cool."

Henri applied the medicine again as if he were losing to his brother with a pair of thumbs.

"Anyway, …… well done. Fanning that son of a bitch."

Ishaq's eyes widened. Soon he scratched the red ear ball. Henri's compliments were embarrassing and embarrassing for the first time.

I didn't want to look like those two. I went into the room laughing and hung my face over Ishaq's bed.

"How are you?"

I felt good, so Ishaq and Henri made an impression.

"No!"

"No."

"Why? It's good to get along."

"……."

Two quiet people stare at each other.

Even in his previous life, his previous life, even in his first life, the Dublin Confucians turned their backs. When it wasn't family business, it was famous that we didn't even try to face each other.

But the two of them got along pretty well in this life. It's stubborn, and it's very subtle, but I also take care of it.

"Thank God."

I looked at two people in a dim mood.

'It would be nice to have a deeper friendship with the first accomplice.'

John Dubled.

I've never seen him. I didn't come to Territory once during my academic holidays, and it was just like a drought that I was looking for a bean island villa.

The only time he received the news was when he wrote a letter to his father like he reported his work.

Since only one academic institution in the country is elected as a gifted institution, my brothers and sisters seem to have met because they have come to the gifted institution to educate juniors from time to time.

"Graduate next year. '

There's a lot of work involved with Mina, and rumors have come up a lot, but I don't really know who he is.

What kind of person?

I thought about it and looked at Henri and Ishak.

"What kind of person is John?"

"Big brother? Big brother...."

After a brief glance at the void, Ishak shakes his head with a slightly bored expression.

"A man without feelings."

"Than your old dad?"

"Similarly scary. Anyway, Big Brother is cold-blooded, monstrous, demonic... Ugh."

When Ishak shook his shoulder, Henri narrowed his glans and said,

"Don't scare LeBlaine."

"But you're right. Hey, kid. I can't reach my little brother... Argh!"

Ishaq, who got hit by a gear, held his head and groaned.

'Really, little brother?'

Henri was a man who had nothing to fear but his father. Even though he was still a boy, even the chairman of the Senate or Dubois treated him completely like an adult.

When I looked at Henri, he had a slightly distressed look when he closed the lid of the ointment bottle.

"You're the most awkward person I've ever met."

Henri has a special talent for intimidation, is a comeback to public opinion, and is good at plotting. In other words, it was the type that dug up weaknesses and exterminated the enemy on its own.

"John is a strong man who has no value for anything. '

Henri said, tidying up my hair.

"So, LeBlaine, when you see your brother, run. Don't stay with me if you can."

"Why?"

"Never be an enemy to someone like that. Whoever doesn't mean anything, can't stop it with anything."

"……?"

"On the contrary, it should not be the only value. If I do any harm to the treasure in my hand, I will turn back and forth into a monster that has no recollection."

"More than Ishaq?"

"He's not even an opponent."

Henri pushed Ishaque, and Ishaque was tempered.

A few days later, I heard that Pegnac's household had changed.

I don't know how, but a very distant relative of Ajuzu's nephew, who had nothing to do with the Earl of Pegnac, took over Pegnac.

The new Count Pegnac swore allegiance by raising his head under his father's feet.

* * *

Borders.

Dubled's seal, Viscount Michener and Baron Sugar clasped their arms with their hips, shaking their dry lips.

There was a mountain of corpses in front of his eyes.

The wretched corpse of a boy who died flipping his eyeballs without even having a chance to close his eyes is held in the hands of a white, long man and shaken.

The boy who trampled on the mountain of corpses and threw the corpse into his hand wonderfully asked.

"The identity of the interest is unknown."

"Yes? Oh, yes, yes!"

Viscount Michaud ran and looked at the corpse with a frightened face.

I didn't find any peculiarities in the other corpses, but I found a pattern on one of the corpses' ankles with the most clumsy makeup.

"Pooh, blue beard! Yes, that's right. The Blue Bearded Mercenaries are sure!"

The face of Baron Sugae, who heard of the bodies, became more flimsy than ever.

The Blue Bearded Mercenaries were at least two-tier mercenaries, or one-tier mercenaries, taking advantage of the geographical advantages of the mercenary base at the border.

Such mercenaries were annihilated like a matchmaker.

Just one boy who's had a membrane degeneration in the past year.

The boy moves slowly. One last person, who was unable to move while his fellow mercenaries were dying, stepped back on his heels.

"Oh, don't come...... don't come, you monster, Argh!!"

The last mercenary with his feet tied by a black aura flowing out of the boy's body stumbles.

"Ugh!"

The boy steps on the neck of the last mercenary like a worm.

Viscount Mição shouted.

"How dare you hit a wagon with the emblem of Dubled!"

"Huff…… huff……."

The last mercenary tried to cut off his tongue. With his mouth, the boy's hand came in roughly.

The pupil of the boy who grabbed the tongue narrowed, and a sharp forehead, such as life, hovered.

The last mercenary shook with a trembling body.

"Hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!!"

"Shh."

The boy whispered in a sweet voice.

"Don't make me any more fun."

Immediately, the black aura that protruded from the boy's hand, which held the man's tongue, slipped into the mouth of a sheep mercenary who could be filthy.

As the mercenary trembled like a worm just before death, the boy bites his hand without foolishness.

Viscount Missanq swallowed the drool and handed him a handkerchief.

The boy who wiped the dark red saliva on his hands asked.

"When did this little pyramid start targeting Dublin Red?"

When asked low, Dubled's two psychics hurriedly raise their heads.

The boy who threw out the handkerchief said,

"I'm going to territory."

Dubled's two envelopes exchanged their gaze for a yellow face, but they dared not dispute it.

The silvery hair that resembled Duke Dubled as a young man was scattered in the dry winds of the border.

"Yes, Master John."

Duchess Miguel and Baron Sugar bent their backs deeply.

It was five years.

John Dubled is looking for territory.