The Baby Raising A Devil's
Chapter 1

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I blinked a few times to clarify my blurred vision.

I pressed against the soft bed, tried to get out of bed, and then looked at the mirror on the wall, and looked...

Thick fat hands.

The plump arms are like sausages.

Smooth and stye cheeks.

A body that does not move at will.

This short body that looks like a four-year-old. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought.

'Again. I'm back again. I can't believe I'm gonna live in this bad world again.'

I'm Leblaine. At first my life was not a mess.

I am the only orphan born on February 29th, who has holy power and therefore I am called the 'child of destiny'. I must be very lucky.

Just by sitting on the lap of the Queen Mother and choosing one of her portraits, I became the adopted son of my own chosen family.

There are three choices.

Duke Amity, a warrior of justice who protects the imperial order.

Duke Vallua, a famous family that produced a thousand scholars.

Duke Dublede, who has great military power and goods, but is a criminal among criminals.

The family I chose in my first life was Duke Amity.

He's a good father. As a wise, just and rational person, I respectfully obey him as a new father.

It was a peaceful life until the time of the incident.

Until he appears, the real 'Child of Destiny. I'm a fake 'Child of Destiny. Unlike me who trained for three or four hours a day, and failed to properly develop holy power, Mina was the perfect 'Son of Fate.

Mina is as dazzling as the sun. He was loved by everyone, even by Duke Amity. Father and Mina are attracted to each other as fate would have it, finally with the help of the pope, Mina becomes the father's second daughter.

During the dry season, he invokes spirits and prevents war with his powers.

And i'm...

I was sacrificed to Mina in a ritual to seal the evil spirit.

I was happy when I first came back to life. I thought it was a new life opportunity given by God.

Second life, I chose Duke Vallua. I get beaten up by him every day.

He's a really bad guy.

He used to beat me with his hand, saying it was for upbringing. She cleaned and dressed me up just when we were about to go to the palace.

So was the last day of my second life.

I got a punch and my head hit the end of the table, but by the time I opened my eyes, I was back.

In the third life I ran away. But what can a child do? While suffering as a vagrant I died of starvation.

So after coming back alive three times, I realized something.

Yes this is wrong. Let's defect!

As soon as I thought so, the door opened, and an old lady dressed in luxury walked in.

He put me on his lap and gestured. Soon the waiter brought three portraits.

"It's time to pick your father."

He smiled very kindly. But I do know. How cold those eyes were when he found out that I was the son of a false destiny.

The emperor's Queen Mother stroked my hair and showed me a portrait.

"Child of destiny, choose."

'Calm yourself. I need a place to stay anyway.'

'I can't just die as a vagabond as I did in the past. A family that could let me live quietly and then defected without fear of starvation or death, until I was exiled. That's the family I'll choose.'

Then this time -

"Oh my God."

The waiter and the Queen Mother, who saw the portrait I chose, widened their eyes in shock.

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When I arrived at the family home to adopt me along with a letter from the Queen Mother, I saw a man who was going to be my father and gulped down dry saliva.

'He's really handsome.'

Smooth chin line, sharp cyan blue eyes, neat nose and clear lips. Dashing body hidden behind shirt, tall body, wide shoulders. What was strange was that the eyes of the handsome man were like the eyes of a murderer.

In conclusion, the family I chose was Duke Dubbede, the villain of this world.

The male lieutenant stood beside me and said in a very awkward tone.

"Suri's mother asked you to raise this child."

Duke Dubblede, touching his slender chin with his long fingers.

"He's getting senile."

Then the Duke made a statement without hesitation, and said, "Send him back."

"But Your Majesty, this is an opportunity to maintain your relationship with the Church. Refusing the Queen Mother's request will complicate matters later."

It's the only place to escape after living to a certain age limit. Amity, the person who puts the interests of the individual forward. And Vallua, who thought honor was everything, wouldn't even give me a chance to escape. A man who is not interested in me, perfect to be made a stepfather.

'Of course this is the only way.'

I patted the lieutenant's pants with both hands.

"There is an unpredicted fajak awdit on December 7th." (There is a tax audit that was not announced on December 7)

"Eh?" Said the lieutenant.

He doesn't seem to understand my words. Seemed surprised by my sudden babbling.

'It hasn't been long since I was reborn, so my tongue hasn't worked so well.'

I saw it clearly in my previous life. This winter, the tax evasion ruler of Duke Dubbede, paid a hefty fine.

Duke has three boys, so I think he'll understand. People who often deal with children will understand vague child pronunciation like me well.

I had high hopes, but quickly gave up. The cold-blooded bastard could not possibly raise his son with his own hands.1

'I wish I could write, but I'm not good at it, so it makes no difference.'

The Duke carried me in the blink of an eye. His eyes were so sharp that I could almost feel the pain in my throat.

"There's a tax audit on December 7th?"

How do you understand that? I feel weird. I pretended to be innocent, just in case he thought I wasn't a kid.

"Uh-huh. Shh, this is a secret."

"No." The Duke looked at the lieutenant.

"To what extent is the account book managed?"

"A four-year-old boy. Do you really believe it?"

"You don't believe a four-year-old knows the word 'unannounced tax audit' without being pre-taught?"

"I'll check it out soon."

After answering so, the lieutenant ran out of the room quickly. Duke and I looked at each other.

'It's really scary...'

Appearance, wealth, power, life without a wife, definitely because of it... It is difficult for women to approach him.

"You smell so bad."

It wasn't long before a servant came in.

"May I help you take a shower?"

"Yes." Yeah."

The woman leaned in with me, and I left the room with my hands hanging around her neck.

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