The Baby Raising A Devil

"I'll give it to my uncle."

[Girl!!]

As Storas shouted, the earth rang and a gust of wind blew into the room. The curtain swirls.

Wait, Taylor looked at the window with an impression, "Is it an earthquake?" I murmured.

I told Taylor without avoiding Storas' eyes.

"But I own the pool. There is also the right of distribution of the medicines that will make Meria Pool."

"…… It's worse than your foster family. In Segan, it's called a slave contract."

I said, looking at Taylor.

"Too bad the Empire doesn't have laws to govern such contracts. So, you don't like it?"

"No."

Taylor stares at me and raises his mouth.

"All right, let's do that. Give me Maria Grass."

Taylor and my contractor glow red.

[You son of a...! You will regret holding another hand for generations to come!]

Storas flies up with a screaming voice. I shrugged my shoulders when I saw him disappear like dust.

After that, I left the room with Taylor back in the mansion.

The first thing I did after leaving the room was to contact Seria in secret.

"Seria, bring the grass I told you about earlier to the mansion."

[If it's grass..... Ah, yes. Understood.]

After hearing Seria's answer, I went to see Marquis Shuhail and his son Edger.

"What happened, my love? Can my husband live?..!"

Marquis took my hand and begged.

"Calm down, ma'am. He'll wake up safely. Maybe you don't have to amputate your leg."

"Yes?"

When the marquise's face was brightened, Edgar Schuhale asked with an impression.

"How are you sure about that?"

"That, I mean……."

I know where Meria Grass is, and I can make antibiotics out of it, and maybe Taylor can make even more amazing drugs.

'You can't say that.'

I will put my hands on my chest as I rolled my eyes.

"Somehow, I think someone's whispering like that. I can help you...."

When you look around with refined eyes, Edgar bursts into laughter.

"I think that makes sense."

"Edger."

The Marquis stopped his son with one hand and said to me,

"I don't believe in doctors, I don't believe in priests. There's only one person we can rely on."

In the words of the Marquis, I smiled.

Man seeks God at the worst moments.

I look up at Edger, and he turns his head, biting his mouth wide open.

Yes, the child of destiny has heard the voice of God.

'Oh, the title of the child of destiny really helps.'

Mina, come as late as you can so I can use my fated child's title. No, you don't have to come. You always wanted to go back to the world.

I smiled freshly and grabbed the marquis's hand.

"I'll try. Please don't lose hope, ma'am."

"Ah, my dear....."

The marquise's wife cried.

* * *

Me and my brothers returned to the mansion.

Taylor was usually waiting for me in the middle, whether I was coming or not.

"So when are we going to find the grass? It won't take long to use the long range movers, but if you want to do a search in the deep mountains, at least three or four days....."

"You're not going?"

"What?"

Taylor frowned.

"You gave me Meria Grass, and it was our contract to save Marquis Schuhale."

In those words, Henri, Ishaq, and John, who had just come down to the middle, looked at me.

John looked at me and asked,

"Contract?"

Ishak snaps my wrist and pulls it. The brothers who saw the contractor with Taylor were flattered.

"Are you crazy, kid? Do you know how dangerous a contract is? If the contract is not executed properly, everyone involved must look terrible!"

When Ishak shouts, Henri pushes him with a stiff face.

"Meria Pool. How the hell do you find the Legendary Grass in a myth?"

John gave orders to the knights who guarded the Middle Ages.

"Assemble the Knights. Go through all the parts written in the myth."

Henri looked at John.

"We have to get to Mount Enoch. The myth says," I am grass on Mount Enoch. "

"What! Mount Enoch is the Duke of Mars! Oh, shit. Can you get permission to enter the Duchess before Marquis Shuhail dies?!"

The screaming Ishaque said, "Ah!" He pointed to Henri.

"Let us offer our little brother as a sacrifice. Duke Marche's little daughter is single. If you become a son-in-law, you can go to the Duke of Marche!"

"…… Marsh's infancy is thirteen years older than mine."

"That's what matters. Kid got caught up in a contract! If you do something wrong, your skin may melt or lose sight!"

John listened.

"If you just get engaged for a while……."

You must be crazy!

I dug among the brothers who were talking nonsense, whining, pushing them back together.

"No, you don't have to!"

"What?"

"What do you say, kid?"

"Huh?"

I raised my hands to the waist and shouted.

"Meria Pool is nearby!"

Hans, Duke and Seto, sent by Seria, finally arrived. I threw out what I had received from them and said,

"This is Meria Pool. You idiots!"

My brothers and Taylor narrowed their glances when they saw what was in my hand.

Taylor took Maria Grass out of my hand and looked after it. And he looks at me with a look that he doesn't know anything.

"Isn't this a mushroom?"

"Yes."

"It's mushrooms, not grass."

"Oh, it is."

Like Taylor, they all focus on the grass of Meria Pool, so they can't find it. Meria grass is just a mushroom called Meria grass.

"That's Meria Pool. Grass is just Meria's last name. Her name was Meria Poole, just like I was LeBlaine Dubled."

The mushroom fell from Taylor's hand, tuck.

* * *

I sat side by side on the couch with my father and looked at the annex with the lights on until late at night.

Dad gave Taylor the annex. Instead, I put three squads here beside him so he could not escape.

I look at Taylor's shadow growing up in the window with my hands on my chin.

"What enthusiasm....."

When I muttered, my father, who was checking the paperwork, looked at me.

"What is."

"Uncle. You're the worst person in the world, aren't you? They did a lot of human experiments, they hurt brothers, they killed people who were invited to dinner at the commandment of their generation. But it's strange that I'm so passionate about medicine."

I blinked and spoke.

"Medicine is about saving lives. He who has killed so many people so far is so passionate about saving his life.... Ah."

As I murmured, I realized something and nodded.

My father looked at me like he was asking why.

"I don't think he's that bad."

"Why do you think that?"

"Since you've killed so many people so far, don't you want to compensate for saving more?"

My father replied, turning his eyes to the papers again.

"Compensation doesn't bring the dead back."

"Yes……."

"The dead have killed me, so save so many others and reward Taylor."

"…… No."

"It's only his comfort. The guilt doesn't change. Do not give reason to the wicked. Don't make me feel bad."

"To my father? And to me, to my brothers, to the evil people of Dublin? Shouldn't you be bothered?"

"Yes. That's the price we have to bear in a different way."

With my head down, my father tucks his hand over my head.

"Rv. There are many values in the world. Justice, justice, goodness. That kind of thing."

"I know."

"Why is it worthwhile?"

"…… Yes?"

"Because it's hard. Finding money in front of your eyes, sacrificing for so many, turning your eyes away from desire is more difficult than anything else."

"Yes……."

"We chose an easier means than others. They take away others, sometimes threaten others with their lives, and threaten others' peace without haste to protect us."

"……."

"It is the weight of what we carry that we cannot make reason for Sudan."

"…… Isn't that too lonely?"

"That's also the price I have to pay."

I held my father's waist tightly.

"But I love you."

My father hardened. My father, who was looking at me with a cheeky expression, carefully wrapped my cheek.

"That's enough."

When I stood on the couch and hugged my father's neck, he stroked my back very carefully.

"You can tell me you love me! I'll listen to you."

"…… yes."

My father was a poor villain who couldn't say he loved anything.

And he did his best to say, "Yeah. 'It's just a dry answer, but I know now.

How much affection there is in that short word.

I laughed, and I rubbed my face on his neck.

* * *

The next morning.

Taylor covered his face with a superficial palm.

'Tougher than I thought.'

I knew the best thing about making antibiotics would not happen overnight, but progress is too slow.

At that time, I heard the door open.

"Hey, I told you not to come into the lab....."

He scratches, hands down while muttering. It was a familiar footsteps.

"What's going on here? Theodore."

Theodore, who looks at himself with dry eyes, puts something down on his desk.

It was paperwork and money pockets.

"…… what is it."

"It was in the Book of the Sunbae and the Book of Valois. It might help your experiment, so check it out."

"..... you gave me this favor? Is the sun coming up from the west? Any changes in your heart rate? Yes?"

Theodore said arrogantly on a whimsical note.

"Because my daughter loves me."

"…… what?"

"I want to do whatever he wants. It's nothing but a favor to the damn enemy."

He grabbed Taylor's jaw and said,

"Save me, Marquis Schuheil."