The Baby Raising A Devil

My father's shirt is red and there are visible sneezes and blood marks all over the skin. The doctor walked up his sleeve, and the wound was deep on his forearm. Trace of battle.

When I got tired of blue, other families came running into the middle. John, who confirmed his father's wounds, asked in a voice without hesitation.

"What's going on?"

North, who was by his side on behalf of his father, replied.

"There was a raid."

"Who dares!"

When Ishaque shouted sharply, Henri calmly asked him with one arm.

"Didn't you catch the raider?"

"At the moment of your defeat, everyone was self-conscious."

"My father would not have given them time to be selfish."

"It was magic. It exploded the moment it was captured. Above all, I think it was a unit that was raised to commit suicide in the first place because I burned my face, hands, and feet so I couldn't identify myself."

"I don't think it's planned in a day or two."

John, who was staring at his father's wounds, looked at Henri.

"Henri."

"I'll take command of the amzo. We don't share information as it gathers."

"Yes, Ishak. You and Sailen. I want my father and I to bring in a commander from the realm who can fill my lost position."

"Uh."

"Power, enter the emergency system. Imagine a battle in the Islands."

Administrators and knights bowed in unison.

The look on my family's face was completely different from usual. The unprecedented circumstances in which Dubled's household was attacked. There was a sharp tension in the mansion, with fur all over it.

* * *

"You are the one who will be a great master, aren't you?"

"Unbelievable command of a boy. I look forward to the future."

"It's a relief for you to leave your seat for a while!"

The maids around me tried to reassure me with a vibrant expression.

"… yes."

I know the minds of the employers, but the answer flowed mechanically. The maids stretched their eyebrows when they saw me tuck, tuck, and knock on the armrests of the couch with my sunken eyes.

"Don't worry too much. Your wound wasn't deep, and the raid failed, so the enemy won't be able to move easily for a while."

Linda, the most mature of the three maids, stroked my back and comforted me.

"Yes……."

When my face was not released, the maids exchanged their troubled gazes.

"I'll get you some warm milk."

"And a picture book."

"Look at my mind. Where was the puzzle? I forgot."

The maids moved busy looking for something to ventilate my mood.

I grabbed the comms stone as soon as they left. The recipient was the Chairman.

[Yes, baby.]

"Trigon, come to the greenhouse with Zakari."

[Why don't you go to the office?]

"My family will be anxious when I leave. Trigon, the chief court wizard, cannot enter the noble mansion in secret."

[Receive people.]

I left the room on the pretext of wanting to rest with the three returning maids. They look gloomy, but they nod within.

And I snuck up the shirt my dad was wearing when he was raided.

We waited for a while in the greenhouse, and the man who tapped Robe, Zakari, and the chairman arrived.

Rob's man was Trigon as expected. As soon as the door to the greenhouse closes, he opens his eyes nervously, roughening the hood.

"Come and go to the mansion." If I get caught, I'm dead. "

I put my dad's shirt down on the table without making fun of him.

"Can you trace it?"

"This is hard enough. It has to be flesh or hair."

"I know there's only traceable gold in the blood."

I definitely saw it in my first life.

Trigon was called to the Emperor to 'track' someone.

"……!"

"Oh, baby."

"What...!"

Trigon, of course, and even Zakari and Chairman's face froze.

The Chairman swallowed the dry saliva and greeted me.

"It will be a considerable burden on the caster."

"If I mediate between my strength and Etwal, it's different. Etwalen has my rights. That is, there is a power left by the devil. I do the casting. Trigon, all you have to do is show me how."

Trigon steps back with both hands up lightly.

"I was raised by my father's power, but I'm a prestigious court martial. You're going to learn that kind of gold from me. Baby, this is no different from the Apostle. What's the difference between us and them? Think rationally……!"

I got up from my seat and approached his front.

"They attacked my family with suicide attacks. I am not a good human being who walks to the point where the opponent comes out despite being mean."

"……."

"Give back as much as you received. That's Dubled's gafu."

What was left of the first life that was good? He responded in the right way to all kinds of evil deeds, but he was sacrificed and his body was broken.

What happened in the second life when I obeyed my parents and did not lose faith in my country and my people? He was beaten to death by his parents.

"Countless enemies come running with spears and swords and I fight naked? Whose good is it?"

"……."

After rubbing his face with a tired face, Buck sighed and sat down.

"I was dried. Don't regret it."

As soon as he grabbed my hand, a starter came to mind on the back of his hand.

"Focus, this is Wellton's equation."

"Wellton?!"

There is only one case where Wellton's diet is used.

'When attacking.'

Why are you attacking...?

I burst into laughter within my head.

'The magic prescribed by gold is for a reason.'

If you dig it, it wasn't tracking magic. It was the magic of attacking those involved in the blood-borne attack.

I raised my mouth.

* * *

The man knocked on his knee with a cheerful smile.

"Yes, I've issued an emergency alert in Dublin. Theodore Dubled, the arrogant one is scared and has a crappy tail!"

I haven't liked him since I was young. The arrogant attitude that seemed to reign over the world on the subject of espionage, the impurity of the noble world, the empty head of a man who would take him away.

'But now it's mine to tame?'

"Excellent. Excellent. I've never done anything wrong by following your words."

"Keep it safe. I will give my life to help you achieve your objectives."

"Yes."

A man in a gloved black hat smiles and smiles.

"Well, tell me now. Find a place where the water source is hidden."

"Yes. …… ball of Nodeli."

It was two months ago that Marquis Nordelli met the man in the black hat.

The Duke of Valois gathered a small number of nobles and told them that the development of the medium-range movers had been completed.

[These guys here helped a lot. You can't be too bad if you're dating. But be careful. Shem is fast.]

"Will you keep your promise?"

When the man in the black hat asks, Marquis Nodeli raises a heavy body and says,

"The man who was captured with the dead Duke of Valois?"

"Yes."

"My people are in the Imperial Army, the Royal Guard and the security forces. How about we deal with that one? He was in my hands from the start, so don't worry about him."

Marquis Nodeli, who took the bottle out of the cupboard, said it in an unprofessional way.

"It's easier for me to kill to get rid of traces than to strangle a child. Now, with a drink....."

It was challenging when Marquis Nordelli turned his head.

"Ugh!"

The man in the black hat shook his mouth and sat down. The rug is soaked in dark red blood.

"Turn it off!!"

A cord of blood has been drawn from the neck. It's like a man trapped in a web. Marquis Nordeli, who saw a man with a blue face, panicked and shouted.

"What... doctor!! Is there anyone out there? Call a doctor!"

The door opened and the limbs of the black hat twisted even as the workers and doctors jumped in.

"What the hell is going on!"

Marquis Nordeli's face hardened.

Elizabeth, who approached the door, nodded as the commotion broke out in the library.

"What? What's going on? Dad!"

Marquis Nordeli shouted in his voice in a loud, mainstream voice.

"Take Elizabeth!"

"Young lady."

"What the hell is going on? No, I'm not going! I heard Weiss came. I have something to ask...!"

"I beg your pardon."

"Let go!"

Elizabeth frowns at the butler. I have something to ask my father about the man in the black hat who is friendly with my father recently.

'I didn't... use it.'

I thought it was a medicine I should use.

I also had to ask what to do to make you the coolest prince in the world. There's also a way to keep that mean girl away from him.

That time, Duke Dubled.

LeBlaine smiles, holding the glowing Etwal with a white-faced face.

'Got you, man.'

* * *

Obviously, I had a feeling. I felt the feeling of someone's neck being grabbed in my hand. The golden rule must have succeeded.

'By the way, it really bothers me. There's a reason not to.'

I feel like I have a body ache. Above all, I felt dirty. Like you really tightened a man's neck.

It's been half a day since I used gold, but my senses don't go away in my hands.

Trigon returned, and Zakari was given his escort.

'Trigons are the only ones who know how to use this gold. If anyone knows him, he's in danger.'

It was time to sit face to face with the Chairman and discuss such a story.

Laura walks into the greenhouse with a bell.

"Lady, I've confirmed what you were looking for."

"Yeah, what happened?"

"There was a commotion at the time you said you were going to Toulouse and the Nordeli family. They say the wild dogs came into the garden on their way to Toulouse, and they called in doctors to Nordeli."

The Chairman's eyes narrowed.

"Nodeli."

"…… yes."

I nodded and said to Laura.

"Go get Dalia and Linda, Uni."

"Yes."

When Laura stepped outside, the Chairman asked with a suspicious face.

"What do you call the maids for?"

"It doesn't matter why the Nordelians attacked my father. It's most likely because of the water source. Marquis Nordeli is also a very inferior person to his father."

"So?"

"What's important to me is that I attacked my father. Give it back as much as you got. I don't have any soldiers raised for suicide."

The three maids finally came into the greenhouse, and I smiled.

"There are felony allies scarier than suicide bombers."

There was a serial killer who killed about a hundred rapists, a high priest with a one-year budget in Wenzhong territory, a look-and-pay businessman who wrinkled the system, and a daughter of a cult religious pagan.

"You know."

When I saw the maids with their eyes open, I made a humble face.

"The goal is the child of Marquis Nordeli, Elizabeth. I want Marquis Nordeli to have a runaway episode. Can you help me?"

'I give back the multiplication of what I received.'

That's my house Ga Hun.