The Baby Raising A Devil's
Chapter 47

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Roman's gaze was looking at the head unfavourably.

'What is he thinking?'

Today he heard that the child of destiny and the chairman were walking together in the castle with a quite friendly atmosphere.

The chairman, who walks with the child of destiny, rarely feels comfortable, but he looks so there.

'This doesn't make sense. He is Jean Marc Noanoke.'

He was very cold even to his only son.

Some even argue that his son, Louis Noanoke, may have actually committed suicide.

The child of destiny could not possibly make him feel at ease.

'Is he thinking of doing something to the child of destiny?'

Roman's hopes are up.

Then that's a good thing.

He was eager for a rift between the chairman and Duke Dubbede.

At first, the senate council was a powerful force in Dubbede.

Before his son died, the chairman came forward and sought the interests of the senate.

However, after his son died and Theodore Dubblede took over the Duke's dominions, the chief behaved like a toothless tiger.

Not that he wasn't interested in the Senate's gains, but he didn't want to come forward and keep Theodore in check while he regained his former glory.

"Chairman."

At Roman's call, the chairman looked at him with a dry look.

"If you're willing to take this opportunity, I'll help you from behind."

"Go to the point, say it."

When asked what he was talking about, Roman smiled, thinking, thinking,

'You don't know.'

"Will Spinel only be used in combat against Kruger? Defense with Spinel in certain battles is very important for the military. Duke's military might be weakened if the church doesn't share Spinel."

"So?"

"Don't you have any connections in the church?"

"......"

"If you take Spinel without knowing it, our troops will laugh at Duke's power."

"Do you intend to wage a civil war?"

Roman shrugged his shoulders with a limp face.

"That means the Senate must have the power to fight Duke's madness."

As the chief was silent, Roman came to approach him.

"Until when do we have to submit to Duke?"

"It's true I have connections in the church, but they can't help us easily."

"You have a child of destiny."

Roman smiled and looked out the window showing Dubbede castle.

"The child's sacred power has also been rechecked, so somehow the Vatican wants to bring the child back. There's nothing they can do if you use it for transactions."

Roman spoke with great enthusiasm.

"This is what I think. Kidnapped the girl, made her a slave, and talked to the church. If the church regains the child, the Duke who neglected the child care of fate will be taken away, and the church will secure the child—"

But later.

Geck, tok.

the butler came in.

"Master, I brought a letter from the castle."

"Is that from Duke?"

"This letter stamp is not Duke's stamp."

This isn't a duke's stamp, but just a letter coming from the castle.

The chief with narrowed eyes received the letter from the butler with suspicion.

However, what he saw while opening the envelope was the untidy handwriting of the little boy.

[We invited Jean Marc Noanoke to Leblaine's first tea party. Cake crumbs look like dirt, but they're not dirt. Please come by yourself.]

The chairman's eyes trembled as he read the letter with the date and place written on it.

"Dad, those cookie crumbs look like shit. But why don't they like shit?"

How'd he.

How does a child of destiny know what his son said in his childhood?

"Chairman?"

But the chairman stood up from his seat, stuffing a letter into his jacket.

"Prepare the horse carriage!"

Roman himself looked puzzled at the chairman as he rushed out.

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I kissed Yuni's cheek ten times.

That's the price for sending my invitation to the chairman in secret.

"Please do it here too."

"Ten kisses already."

"One more!"

I gave one more kiss to Yuni for doing so well, as she was a former loan shark.

I kissed Yuni on the opposite cheek.

"Done?"

"Ya~ "

He hugged me with a happy face, and left the room.

'Well, all we have to do now is wait.'

I waited for him at the gazebo in the corner of the park to ease the conversation as the chairman came.

And when the sun sets, the chairman comes to me.

He was panting, he was looking for me maybe for a long time.

"How do you know the story?"

Without saying hello, he said straight to the point. His voice sounded impatient.

I jumped up from the gazebo seat and stared at the chairman.

"I'll ask you first."

"Speak."

"Sister, how much do you miss your son?"

"If we could meet Louis again, would we pay any price?"

"I'll sell my soul."

'Alright, I've been waiting for those words.'

Then I held Etwal. The chairman frowned at me.

"Now answer my question. How can you know that story–!"

"You can't yell at the boy..."

A timid voice sounded from behind the pavilion.

The chief's pupils widened, and before long his eyes glared at me.

As if he couldn't believe it.

Louis nodded his head slowly.

"Dad..."

Louis Noanoke smiled weakly at his pale father.

The chairman simply looked at his son without saying a word to him.

"What are you doing? Was it Duke or someone else who told you to make fun of me?"

His eyes were still trembling as he spoke in an unusually cold tone.

Louis bit his lips as if he was trying to hold back the tears, he looked at his father again.

"I asked you to eat pancakes together first, and I'm sorry I couldn't keep that promise."

The chairman's face turned sour when a story that only he and Louis knew came out of his mouth.

The head's shoulders, which had always been upright, had shrunk, and wrinkles appeared all over his face.

That's not a picture of a powerful man in charge of the Senate. But it was an old and lonely father who lost his son.

"......"

I pulled Louis' arm, which couldn't say a word.

"Suppose sesuwatu. Wrestling!"

"......"

"It's very difficult to defend your soul. You're akyan's gone!"

His powers are drained after Boone leaves, and he is forced to defend his soul for the chairman who misses his son dearly.

As Louis approached cautiously, the chairman gritted his teeth.

"... You're ugly."

'Ha? No, not that!'

I opened my eyes wide in astonishment, and the chairman punched Louis in the shoulder and chest.

"Basin' ugly boy! You ugly kid...!"

"......"

"You're so cruel that you let me down! You ugly bastard! Why did you leave me first!"

The head's face got wet.

Louis could not say anything and just stood there.

The chairman, who groaned as if dying of grief, immediately collapsed on the floor.

"Are you suicidal?"

"......."

"Is it true, as people say, you didn't find the burial of the spinel, so you killed yourself out of fear of me?"

Louis knelt down and looked at his father.

"I've always been mean to you, so I wanted to give you spinel for your birthday."

"....you."

"It's an accident. I'm afraid of you, but I respect you more, thank you, and love you more than I fear."

The chief was crying like a child. Until Louis disappeared.

...***...

I glanced towards the chairman who was sitting in the gazebo without any energy.

'What should I say in this situation?'

As he had trouble thinking that, the chairman's voice sounded.

"What are you, little lady?"

"What?"

"I'm sure you're not an ordinary kid." Her dry eyes looked at me.

I didn't avoid his eyes.

"What do I have to do to make the chairman believe me?"

"I'm serious when I say I'll give you my soul."

'I know.'

Eyes sincere.

That's why Leblaine took the plunge and showed Louis to the chairman.

'after all, no one would believe him, even if he told anyone else.'

On top of that, Louis went and emphasized something to her.

"If you do anything that could harm little lady, my soul will find no peace."

Although he looked very different from the chairman, but he was his son. The trick of threatening him was similar to the chairman.

Louis threatened with his own life, not someone else's, like the chairman.

He must be very grateful to me for letting him see his father again. He is a good man who will repay the kindness.

I glanced at him while thinking so.

'More than that, I need the chairman's help.'

There's no way I, a little boy, could carry a spinel.

Besides, the chairman is the right person to help me.

A man who is appropriately materialistic, puts personal interests above his family or country, and most importantly, someone who will not be harmed when I defect.

'Stay still, just in case.'

"Take off your jacket."

"I'm sorry?"

"Take out your pants pocket."

"What's..."

I made sure that there was no magic and no sacred objects.

Only then did I start talking.

"I was reborn three times and in this life I can summon demons."

The chairman's expression looked very surprised.

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