The Baby Raising A Devil

He threw out scarcely before the meal was over and slashed the Elza tree. I feel the crusty bark in the palm of my hand, and the fragrance of Elza tree's bitter citrus system flows into my nasal cavity.

And when the chief of the council saw the Elza tree that was built in the castle, he came to me.

"What is all this?"

"It's mine."

"Is this all? Then how many alternative movers...."

I nodded graciously as I flagged the chairman.

"We'll be richer when we get the quantity moved and start selling."

"What are you going to do to be richer here?"

"Of course you have to pay the top tax. Now prepare ten papers and spare me ten francs."

When I laughed, Chairman Pic laughed.

"It wasn't a rich man's accident."

Do you know the seria that breaks my head every tax season and the chairman?

With those eyes, the Chairman shrugs.

"I'll just separate the shells."

"Yeah. Leave the leaves. Don't make people think it's weird."

"Yes, sir. I think he's leaving for the Slow Islands now."

The work was originally almost cleared up a few weeks ago. However, Mireille only showed up late.

"Yeah, maybe three or four days."

"Communication Stone?"

"Always have."

"Good."

I nod, touching Etwald, filled with a corner.

It was finally time to go into the world in full.

* * *

We left for the Islands three days later as expected.

Previously, I, Henri, Ishaq, and only my father were in the wagon with John and Javelin.

John decided to stay with us until the end of his academic holiday. It was nothing special because I always stayed in the Islands on vacation.

Upon arriving at the mansion, the employers of the familiarized Islands welcomed us.

After the packing was done, my family drank tea and discussed future work.

Auntie told my dad.

"Now that Little LeBlaine is in the social world, we have to save her."

Damoran refers to an adult in society who will gather and educate the ladies.

It's very important who the godmother is. This divides the social party.

Some people do not like factions, but the world of institutions was a social world that would be hard to survive if not belong anywhere.

The family discussed the godmother that suits me.

"I heard that Mrs. Georges is a wise man. They're all calm, they're smart."

Henri, who was stitching up the figures of the system, was told.

"Mrs. Georges is wise, but not her husband. He's blind to the world. If I knew my wife was in charge of LeBlaine, I'd be thinking in vain."

"That nephew is making a social debut this time. He's a terrible keeper of the bloodline, so I can make LeBlaine a bridesmaid for his nephew."

"What about Mrs. Dimonte?"

"It's not a bad idea for Mrs. Dimonte."

Since then, the names of social reapers have also been mentioned. Aunt and Henri asked her father which of them would be better.

"As someone who doesn't wear high heels to anyone."

There were some who wore high heels from a very young age for elegant walks.

Let's make that point: "Auntie, you know what's natural." I drank tea.

Everyone hit my head to set my social mother-in-law, but I already had someone in mind. Of course, I was the one who would fit the first button of my Islands life nicely.

Auntie introduced me to society and took on the role of helping me adapt to the institution.

Auntie looked all over me, she said.

"First of all... I have to go shopping."

"Shopping?"

"It doesn't smell like a torch, it smells like money to get the Hyenas off the Islands. I'll ask Sharon for your clothes."

Sharon?

As soon as I heard the name, I quickly told my aunt.

"Can I go and see him myself?"

"Hmm……."

My aunt nodded as she pondered for a moment.

"It wouldn't be a bad idea to introduce them."

I summoned pleasantries into my heart. Because the person I want to be a godmother has a deep relationship with Sharon.

* * *

I came out to the shop district with my aunt, and the ball was about to freeze in my eyes.

"My God, it's Javelin....."

The whispering has been following me since I got off the wagon.

From the lady who dragged the book to the bachelor of the flower house, I was staring at my aunt.

I had to. I never said anything about formula for my aunt.

The beauty of a passing man looking back about thirteen times and turning his neck.

Knight who still led the high season of the White Horse among the Empire.

Diamond discipline that led to academic institutions through the Institute's gifted resources.

A fashion sense that is fashionable when worn.

Above all, this sharp and elegant gesture that I would like to call sister.

How do I know this? Because there were people in the temple who cherished Javelin's portrait. Mina was one of them.

[You don't know Javelin? Oh, my God, LeBlaine! Javelin is a top star. That too! You have to call me John.]

The people who were affected by Mina went around calling him John, and they received a mixed gaze from their aunt.

I found my aunt and looked at a woman running from a distance.

"Who is this, Javelin Arije? My muse!"

The man's name was Sharon, who had his head cut clean from about six centimetres under his ear. He was the best designer in the Islands.

Melvain, who sells expensive dresses, is popular with the ball and marquise, and has never been her opponent.

"What's going on? Even if I asked you to come, you wouldn't come. I thought you had thorns in your eyes. Let me kiss the back of my hand."

Then Sharon snorts and puts out her lips, and the aunt stops her face with her palm.

"I came to buy this child's clothes."

"I don't design children's clothes. But who's the squirrel, yo?"

"My nephew."

"Nephew?!"

Sharon blows out her face.

I scratched my face back.

"You're the child of that destiny?"

"…… yes."

I put my words on the top of my head, and Sharon's eyes twirled. Soon he burst into laughter.

"Ahhh! Hahahaha!"

I only grabbed my skirt after smiling.

"Excuse me, baby. This is Sharon Rouge."

"It's LeBlaine."

"Now you're raising your voice?"

"A courtesy of my aunt's friend."

"Didn't I just look like a friend of Javelin?"

"No matter how disrespectful you are, your aunt's friend doesn't treat you. I am the one who bears the honor of the Duke."

When I said that, my aunt scattered my head with a pick-up, a real spill. Sharon laughed and funneled again.

"That's a good quality for my outfit. I've never designed a child's clothes, but I just got inspired."

She then opened the door of the building without a sign.

Me and my aunt followed her inside.

The interior was magnificent. When she opened the door that led us to the end of the corridor, a swirling staircase was revealed.

"Now, while you're sketching lightly, you two go upstairs."

I grabbed my aunt's hand.

'This is Sharon's workshop.'

On these steps, the nobles called Sharon's workshop.

But being called that didn't make it a place to make dresses.

This was the so-called club where the uppermost class shared connections.

Melvain didn't reach Sharon's reputation just because he was a better designer. Because he is the operator of the top-floor club.

I went up the stairs with my aunt.

Thirty or so people were gathering together to talk.

A nobleman who found his aunt said, "Oh." He approached me.

"Lord Ariège!"

"It's a ball now."

"Haha, when I get older, I have a bad memory. Yes, Count Arije."

After coming down from the position of White Horse Captain, the escort general of the Empress, Aunt Dubled became independent and took over.

Yeah, that guy just said that it means he's a kid from an article that tells the story.

And the Aunt corrected it was a warning that she would get a big nose injury if she looked at it in ridicule.

It's been a long and ferocious system of social warfare.

People crowded around my aunt.

"Who is this child?"

"This is my niece."

"Ah, that....."

He said so and looked up and down at me.

"Hello, Marquis Adilbor."

"Do you know me?"

"Absolutely. You are the Lord of the Conservative Family who helped the Empire build it. When I was young, I admired the fact that you made a lot of contributions in the Central Knights."

Marquis Adilbor was flawed.

I mentioned the family, but it was Pinzan who later mentioned the Knights to my aunt who said, 'Yes, the boy from the Knights.'

I am surprised that such a young man speaks the perfect social dialogue.

"Oh, my God, you look young, but you're smart."

Other nobles also showed interest in me.

"It's good to see you. Count LeScylla, Count Castol, Count Vasilovin."

I greeted him with my exact name, and the nobles were truly astonished.

"How do you know me?"

"I've been studying like this before I came to the Islands. Earl LeScylla said she was the most beautiful woman in the Islands, a glorious blonde who seemed to be full of sunlight. So the nobleman clearly thought that she was Countess Lesila."

"How do you know my senses? I thought the dress you wore today was good for you."

"No, I deliberately stood to the left of Marquis Vasilovin. Marquis is holding the staff in his right hand, so he came to the left to avoid any inconvenience."

The nobles smile on their faces as they perform the ritual of the Four Teas of Insan.

"It's clever."

Earl LeScylla smiled with pleasure and handed me orange juice.

I smiled with a cheeky face as if I were a child.

'Okay, I liked Count LeScylla's best dressed wife in this club.'

I took the orange juice and calmly went to my aunt's side.

"Mrs. LeScylla is the most talented person in society. Yvonne has deep friendship with the Emperor. Even if you are the Duke's Daughter, I will not accept you under me, but your eyes are different."

She kept looking at me. I just asked another nobleman if she knew my social schedule.

'But she's not the one I want to be godmother to.'

Didn't you come today?

It was time to look around thinking that way.

A woman with thick, dark brown hair was coming up the stairs.