247 – The Weakened Sorcerer -1-

The peaceful Desmont family mansion.

A hole had been punctured in the ceiling of the mansion.

Although rubble was piled on the floor, the Desmonts were at peace.

Everyone was content.

“Sigh…”

The collapse of the mansion was a common occurrence, so everyone nodded calmly.

“Eeeek…”

Amidst the rising clouds of dust, the voice of a small demon could be heard. With a voice so sharp, it alone conveyed how vile the creature was, crying out its lament.

-Gulp.

The Desmont family held their breath and focused on the demon’s voice. I did the same. Even having seen the demon shrink, my heart couldn’t bear the strain.

The impact was strong enough to stop a heart.

Chubby cheeks.

A sulky face.

Stumpy legs.

As I thought of the laughable image that came to mind just from imagination, I examined the remnants of black magic. It would be troublesome if someone found out.

[The breakthrough ‘Black Magic Resistance’ increases to erase the ‘Black Magic Aftereffect’.]

I nodded my head at the black magic aftereffect that was not clearly felt.

‘With this, no one would know even if they came.’

Because I, the premium black magic filter, was here. It was possible to take such an adventure. After several experiments, it was clear that the lady’s black magic did not strain the caster.

It wasn’t that I had discharged the lady’s black magic with an offensive spell. Honestly, that would have been hard for me to endure.

I still shudder at the thought of the giant’s eyes.

The lady’s black magic was released in a simple way. The method was to maximize consumption value and minimize efficiency. If I had to compare, it was like pulling an armored vehicle with one’s bare body. Darvab had cast a spell on the lady in a way that was easy to understand and left no trace.

‘Try pulling out the capital.’

Of course, it was impossible.

There was a slight earthquake throughout the capital, but it wasn’t a big problem, so we were able to deplete the lady’s black magic.

Now, everyone held their breath and just existed around the lady. Without preference or dislike.

“…Eeeek.”

We were just waiting for the birth of a little devil.

“Ricardo.”

“Yes, my lord.”

“You said you saw little Olivia ‘alone’ in the north.”

Darvab, emphasizing the word ‘alone’ particularly strongly, asked me with a serious expression.

“How was it.”

“…”

Darvab, looking more profound than at a meeting deciding the fate of the family, swallowed dryly and asked me.

“Was she the same as when she was young.”

“…”

“From the venomous look in her eyes to her chubby cheeks and personality, was she the same?”

I nodded to Darvab, affirming his question. I too thought this matter was important. Knowing how valuable the advice of an experienced person could be, I spoke sincerely.

“She was incomparably cuter.”

“…?!”

“Just imagine her tiny body shouting ‘air raid warning.’ How devilish that would be…”

Kyle, who had been quietly listening by the side, pulled out a lollipop he had prepared earlier from his pocket and nodded.

“Actually, I prefer it this way…”

A family where none is normal.

I don’t know why this family has become a distinguished lineage known for producing the empire’s greatest villainess, but since I discarded such questions 13 years ago, I nodded with a light heart.

“It’s almost time.”

-Gulp.

“Sigh…”

The dust cloud parts.

Beneath the hole-ridden ceiling, clutching her fist, the silhouette of a young girl bathed in dazzling sunlight began to cast over my vision.

“Oh… Olivia…”

“I’m not particularly expecting anything, but Olivia did like lollipops when she was younger.”

“Goodness… What is everyone doing? For starters, I did buy 20 toddler dresses.”

The Desmont family stood ready, each with their own strategy to welcome the now-young lady.

The little devil slowly reveals herself.

The lady, with a plump fist and a sullen expression, furrowed her brow and spoke indifferently.

“Damn it.”

“Dear God.”

“I think I’ve done well to live up to this moment.”

“Oh my…”

In front of her parents, the lady who spat out a fierce curse rubbed her eyes and nodded.

“Give me food.”

She was quite an impudent young lady.

*

-Thud thud thud thud

“Young lady.”

-Thud thud thud thud!!!

“Please, sit still.”

-Thud thud thud thud!!!!

“…”

The young lady, whose legs could momentarily move due to the increased risk, was earnestly running down the hallway.

There was no reason.

“Heeheeek!!!”

Because she felt good.

The lady, with her small gestures, kept running from one end of the hallway to the other, seemingly not tired at all.

Could she be the true devil?

After running for a while, the lady stopped her sprint and stood before me, shouting.

“Ricardo!”

“Yes.”

“Let’s go out!”

The lady suggesting we go out.

If she had a tail, it would probably be wagging vigorously. I smiled softly at the sight of her, observing the yellow flower pinned atop her head.

“Lady.”

“Hmm?”

“What’s with the flower?”

“Mom put it there. She said it would keep people from bothering me.”

“Oh…”

I nodded in admiration of Rosanna’s foresight. She knew her daughter all too well.

The brain of Desmond’s mistress, who disguised the lady, who would pick a fight with just a glance, as the crazy woman occasionally seen in the neighborhood, to prevent mishaps. The expert was indeed different.

I sighed with a tinge of regret as I watched the lady, with the flower Rosanna had given her, giggling away.

It would be perfect if she had a runny nose too.

“Het… Hachoo!”

Now it’s complete.

She looked like an absolute fool.

I let out a small smile at the lady’s plain appearance and asked her with a hint of curiosity.

“Lady.”

“Hmm.”

“Where are the head of the family and Sir Kyle doing?”

“They’re dead.”

The lady spoke while looking at the fallen member of the Desmond household in the living room.

Here is the translation of the novel excerpt:

– I have nothing to lose even if I die now.

– Olivia called me “older brother”, but it was actually “Obby”. I lived a happy life, Mother.

– …I’d like to wear it a little more.

I looked at the serial killer and said, “You did something again today, didn’t you?”

The young lady nodded while sucking her thumb.

“Ah, I took care of it.”

“I’m proud of you, young lady.”

“I understand.”

Even if I had a job as an assassin, I wouldn’t have expected such a concise answer from the young lady, so I knelt down to match her eye level and asked, “Is there a place you’d like to go?”

“…”

The young lady pouted and thought for a moment, then shrugged her shoulders and nodded her head.

“I don’t know. I just want to leave.”

“Then shall we take a walk?”

“Okay.”

“Then I’ll get your purse and come out. You’re exercising for growth stimulation, aren’t you?”

“Exercise?”

“Yes.”

“Yippee!”

The young lady started running down the hallway again, full of energy. I was worried she might get into a fight outside.

Every time she got so worked up, she’d make a mistake, you know.

I hoped the young lady would calm down and went back to the room to get my purse and headed out.

And 30 minutes later…

“Damn it!”

The young lady had gotten into a fight with some small kids in the neighborhood.

The cold-eyed young lady.

The kid standing with his arms crossed, looking insolent.

Surrounded by the kids, I was dragged into the alleyway, wearing a helpless smile and scratching my head.

‘It’s not easy…’

I expected the lady to pick a fight, but instead, I was the one caught off guard.

The incident began with a shoulder bump from the neighborhood kids. With a ‘thud’, the ice cream, barely a minute old, fell from the lady’s hand.

– Screeeeeeech!!!! My ice cream is dead!

– Puhahahahaha!!!!

– …Damn.

To avenge the fallen ice cream, the lady was ablaze with determination.

– Wanna die?

– What?

– You squished my ice cream.

– So what?

– I’ll kill you too.

– Puhaha! Try me~

The lady, who becomes merciless when it comes to food, chased after the fleeing children and naturally ended up in the alleyway.

– Riccardo.

– Yes.

– Finish them.

– …?

And so, the chaos ensued.

The kids standing in the alley looked at us with a swagger, hands in pockets, and a defiant stare as if they had a strong backing. They yelled at us with voices we didn’t want to hear.

“What are you doing, butting in!”

“Are you referring to me?”

“Yeah. What’s it to you? You wanna die too?”

“Heh…”

I couldn’t help but chuckle, taking in the faces of the kids. I couldn’t stand being called ‘mister’.

I wondered what kind of backing had raised such a pretty child as I smiled and nodded.

“Interesting.”

“What are you laughing at?”

“Heh.”

In a world where the laws for children are not quite right, I wondered how they could be so brazen. I looked at the kid who seemed to be the leader, chuckled, and nodded to myself.

‘Should I kill them.’

Let’s wait and see.

After all, I have an expert right beside me. I looked at the lady and kept silent.

She was a lady who had her fair share of fights back in the day. The fiery fist lady, called the madwoman of the slums. Of course, her combat power was boosted by her entourage back then, but one shouldn’t underestimate the lady’s strength, even if she looked like a child.

Having once fought with the lady in earnest, I held back a rising laugh and wished her well.

The lady, trembling with rage, said to the child,

“Eek… Hand over my ice cream.”

“Hand it over? Puhaha!”

“Stop laughing and give it back. Unless you want to end up in a coffin.”

“Pfft! Do you know who my dad is?”

“Do you know who our butler is?”

Thinking she’d be outdone in a fight of fathers, the lady looked at me with murderous intent, signaling not to spare anyone, not even a child.

The lady said to the kid with a deadly tone,

“Ricardo doesn’t spare children, he hits them without mercy, no matter how young.”

“Lady?”

“Hmm?”

“Am I such a bad person?”

“Not at all?”

“Yes.”

The lady nodded and said,

“I don’t hit children.”

“No. You do hit them.”

“Then what should I say?”

The lady, openly consulting, sniffled and asked me,

“Just say I’m moderately bad.”

“Okay.”

The lady nodded and pointed at the children, declaring,

“I’m moderately bad.”

“So what?”

“Eek…!”

“Your butler is just a commoner, isn’t he?”

“…Damn it. Bite, Ricardo!”

“If you tell my dad, you and your butler are dead!”

I shook my head, focusing on the child’s thrilling words. I was curious to see how far this little one would dig their own grave.

The scolding could wait.

It was necessary to shake them up properly to ensure they didn’t stray onto the wrong path and to give them a good experience. I waited, half-asleep, for the expert’s touch.

The furious young lady bowed her head and shouted.

“Eek… Ah..”

“Ah?”

“Ah… Ah.”

“Ha ha ha, trying to apologize now? It doesn’t work that way, crawl under my feet…”

“No father and still acting up!!!!”

She was indeed a villainess.

I raised my thumb towards the young lady, shedding tears of admiration.