The Baby Raising A Devil

The more I said it, the lower I felt the temperature. I opened my mouth again, rubbing my curly stiffened palms.

"I was starving to death in my last life when I fled the streets. So this time..... in this life, I was trying to save money and exile."

"That's why you chose me."

"Yes……."

My father sighed as he went.

"Are you here to stay in exile until now?"

"No!"

I raised my head in a flash.

I quickly bit my lips, realizing that my heart was represented by a distorted expression, asking me not to misunderstand.

"Only the first time, only when I was four. After summoning the Devil, I broke my heart with the Chairman, and after he gave me my troubles that I didn't know...!"

"Summon the Devil?"

"There have been special things in this life. The reason I was confirmed to be a fake in my last life was because I had little divine power. But after I touched the newt that my father was trying to give to the Emperor, the divine power was transformed."

I told a story about the power of the feast.

The point is that after the divine power was flowered and Etwal was acquired, the ability to summon demons came through the passage.

Then I told the story of the Chairman and my people, such as the vice commander of the Hope Merchant Guild, Seria, Zakari, and Trigon.

My father nods with his eyes wide open as if measuring something.

"What was the Chairman's concern?"

"…… As time goes by, it's not my destiny, but I want to run away from my family."

"……."

"I was afraid that you would hate me like Duke Amitier or Duke Valois. My father and brothers, if the Dublins hate me, I won't be able to survive like my previous life, so I'm so scared...."

My father looked at me quietly whining in tears.

My voice was so watery that I couldn't understand it properly, and my father listened quietly to me.

At the end of the story, I reached out to the frightened and rubbed my wet face into the palm of my hand.

"Poetry, don't hate it. Don't hate....."

"I would have let you out in the first place if you could have hated me for hiding something. Rv, I've been guessing there's something special about you longer than you think. And that....."

"I have something to hide?"

My father held me in his arms, smiling in distress.

"No, I know you'll give him your heart someday."

The tears that had barely stopped sprung again. My father whispered to my forehead.

"I was angry even though I noticed that you had made up your drunkenness, because I am your father."

As always, my low voice felt warmer today than the spring sun.

I twisted my face and held my father's neck tightly.

"You're ugly."

My father playfully spoke and pinched my cheek slightly.

Today, I know that his words are the greatest expression of affection that he has ever lived to kill his feelings.

[You're ugly.]

It reminded me of what I heard a long time ago.

I've loved you ever since.

Ever since Duke Dubled grumbled that he was saying bad things, I've been crying out loud, realizing that he was in love with me.

I no longer needed silver and gold treasures, luxurious mansions and delicious meals.

"Oh, Dad... I don't want him to get hurt."

"Yes."

"I hope it doesn't get dangerous up there for me."

"…… yes."

"I want to live my whole life as a father's daughter!"

My dad hugged me in a locked voice and said, "Yeah." and whispered.

* * *

Theodore looks at LeBlaine who fell asleep for a long time.

[Don't give birth.]

[Don't give birth to our child? Theodore!]

[I don't have the confidence to love my child. All I have to do is be born as a child and see all kinds of thorn fields under my feet. Just like I've lived as a Dublin donor.]

[My God, Theodore. Now you're a coward.]

[I……!]

[I'm afraid I won't be able to keep it. That means I'm afraid I'll live the same life as you.]

[You always have the talent to sing my words.]

[If so, are you afraid that this child will target you as you did your father? Are you worried that every time you get a crack at a family name, you'll get a peek at the chance to kill each other?]

[You'd better be close. Let's do that. So the country won't need a parent for the child.]

I remembered myself talking to Reset, who was pregnant with John.

The strong woman, who stood stiff with her arms open, laughed and whispered on her belly with her hands.

[Parents are not the only ones raising children. The child also raises a parent. I'll tell you some very sweet feelings.]

[…….]

[A moment will come when the child will make you grow up.]

His words were always right, and that was the same this time.

He didn't raise LeBlaine. LeBlaine raised him. It gave me a very sweet feeling.

And clumsiness that doesn't win.

And the desperation you have to cheat on me knowing.

And a drop of tears and a heartless affection.

[Please be my avatar.]

When I stroke the child's head, the soft hair splits into the cleft of my hand.

Then I heard him knock on the wall. Three sons were looking at him in front of the open door.

Ishaq, who first approached the couch, looked at LeBlaine, who was asleep.

"I don't know who carries it."

"Because I cried like that."

The brothers had never seen their older brother cry so loudly.

As he fainted, the brothers who were smiling at the child who fell asleep sat on the couch opposite him.

John asked.

"What are you going to do now?"

"Do you ask how to deal with those who are after this child?"

Henri shrugs with a smile.

"No way. They don't know that it's already written in your father's murder report. What we're curious about is the independence that LeBlaine mentioned."

Ishaq said, supporting his back with his uncut hand.

"Let's do it. Let's do it. It's not good for us either. If the kid comes to know what his real destiny is, he'll be in danger. How do you see that?"

Henri frowns and opens his mouth when he covers LeBlaine with a blanket.

"If it had been easy, I would have been independent. Dubled's independence was the residence of those who had settled in territory, but it was not achieved until then."

Theodore, who was listening quietly to his sons, said:

"Yes, not for a short period of time."

"Yes. At least 20 years."

"Ten years."

Theodore's eyes shine sharply in the darkness.

"Before the child of a new destiny begins a 'ritual', we are independent."

"There is no way for the Republic to be disturbed by the Empire."

"It is the parents who do things that are not possible for their children."

"Look at that, brothers. I said I would, right? My father is weak for a child."

"Aren't you my children?"

I looked at Theodore with an imaginary look on his face.

"Yes?"

"You're my children, too."

He also assumed that his sons were suffering unknowingly.

John's appearance resembles that of his miniature sheep, but his personality resembles that of a reset.

He was not as cruel and harsh as the Dublin family of all time. He was even more desperate as his eldest son.

I couldn't believe I was hurt, and I did everything I could to do something against my personality.

On the contrary, Henri and Ishaq were lost because they were not eldest sons.

Talented only, he is better than anyone else, but he has no chance to expand his abilities in an empire based on the principle of the inheritance of the enemy. Brothers who excelled in housekeeping were only static, not family.

For example, Javelin was no less than three princesses, and he became the head of the Bunga, but he ended up not in politics, and he lives on subsidies from his hometown.

Had it not been for the mistress's vacancy, she would have had to live like a doll for the rest of her life.

Dubled's younger brother and next-generation son were even more incapable of coming to the forefront.

"If Dubled is independent, you will have a job as royalty."

"……."

Henri and Ishak grabbed his fist.

Henri, who was more desirable than any of his brothers, but who understood his place well, nodded.

Ishak smiles with a red nose tip.

"Oh, I've been playing and eating like this!"

"……."

"Right, little brother? What is it, brother?"

"This fool..... Who's crying?"

John smiled faintly as he saw his brothers struggling.

[My father..... is different from other fathers.]

[What about the other father?]

[Other fathers love their children.]

[John, it's actually very difficult to be a parent as soon as you have a child.]

[But…….]

[Let the child grow up as a parent. One day he will grow up to be your father.]

I think he knows.

I wonder if LeBlaine, who was tired of crying, knew.

She made Theodore grow up to be her father.

That little boy raised the most selfish, horrible villains in the world into a family.

John was smiling all the time in a short landscape.