The Villain’S Daughter-In-Law Is Inherently Powerful [EN]: Chapter 52

A few days passed, and I decided to visit the library.

I hoped to find a clue about alchemy and the peculiar phenomenon I called ‘bubble glitter’.

“Ah, welcome. I heard about you from the Lord. I am Marco, the librarian.”

“Hello, Grandpa Marco!”

There were two libraries in the mansion. One was the family library, which anyone could enter, and the other was a strictly controlled library.

Of course, I wanted to go to the latter.

‘Ehehe. Surely the information I want is in here!’

Basically, only those with the Driblyane family name could use the library.

Among them, the ancient book room inside the library was not a place where children could enter without permission, so I had to get permission separately.

‘But I already told Grandpa in advance!’

I had lunch with him yesterday for the first time in a while, and when I asked him, he readily agreed. I was grateful.

“This is the general book section. The ancient books are behind that door.”

“Thank you for the explanation, Grandpa. I want to see ancient books!”

“Heh heh, that’s a great hobby. Reading ancient books shows us the way to live our lives.”

I wasn’t trying to read philosophy books.

Grandpa Marco liked it so much that I couldn’t bring myself to tell him the truth.

“The inside of the ancient book section is dark. I’ll hold the lamp for you.”

Grandpa Marco was an owl beastman with the impression of a scholar. His plump, round figure and round glasses made him endearing.

“This way.”

Grandpa took the brass key, carried the lamp, and moved with a grunt. I followed him, eagerly looking around the library.

‘Wow. You can see the traces of each book being carefully cared for.’

The dust-free bookshelves further increased my trust in Grandpa Marco.

He really likes books.

I heard that Grandpa Marco had worked here for a very long time, long enough to be a drinking buddy with Grandpa from time to time.

Then wouldn’t he know about what I’m looking for?

“Grandpa, have you read all the books here?”

“Of course. Even though I look like this, I’ve been working here for 30 years this year. As I get older, I have nothing else to do, so I’ve been buried in books even more.”

“Then, you know….”

I stood on tiptoe and whispered in Grandpa’s ear.

Grandpa listened to my story seriously and then smiled and nodded.

“Yes. I will recommend a few books to you.”

“Huh, there are some?”

“Recently, the Lord carefully read the records about alchemy. I set aside the books I found at that time in case you wanted to read them again.”

I can save time!

There weren’t many books. About ten?

Of course, I couldn’t carry them all by myself, so my goal was to read one or two here first.

I’ll take the rest with me and read them later.

“Where do I read the books?”

“This way.”

Grandpa led me to a wide desk by the window with good sunlight.

‘Okay, then… let’s find out about myself!’

I rolled up my sleeves and sat down in the chair with a flourish.

It would have been even cooler if my feet weren’t dangling in the air because the chair was too high.

‘I wish I could grow taller soon.’

I wished so and turned the pages.

How much time had passed?

‘Hmm… this isn’t what I’m looking for.’

The book had a good summary of alchemy.

It covered everything from the concept to the alchemists in history and their lives, and it also told how to develop alchemy.

But what I wanted to know was more than just this superficial information.

‘Besides, there’s no mention of my other power.’

Since that day, Father acted like he had completely forgotten what I said about the bubble-like power.

That can’t be true, but he’s not trying to find out anything about it.

‘He was so calm that I wondered if I hadn’t said anything.’

So I could be even more certain.

‘Father, you definitely know.’

About what that power is.

I thought it was another kind of alchemy… if not, the reason why Father doesn’t bring it up is probably….

“Ughhhhh.”

I put my index finger on my temple and tilted my head this way and that.

Thoughts, grow quickly. Thoughts, grow quickly.

“What are you doing?”

“Hyaaak?!”

“Your round eyes have gotten even rounder.”

I was concentrating all my mind and praying to the sky when I suddenly heard a voice from behind, and I jumped up from my seat.

The backlight from the sunlight made it look even scarier.

“Dante! What’s going on? More than that, you have to be quiet in the library.”

I put my finger on Dante’s lips and pressed down.

Then Dante poked my cheek with a very dissatisfied face.

“You be quiet. Your voice is the loudest.”

“That’s because you surprised me!”

“I couldn’t find you after searching for a long time, so I came to see… what are you looking at?”

I showed Dante the books I was reading.

“But, you know, there’s no information about the bubble-like thing I made back then.”

I lowered my voice and whispered in case I got kicked out.

Dante listened carefully to my words, raised his eyebrows, and said bluntly.

“I definitely thought it was divine power.”

“Huh? What?”

“Isn’t it?”

No, no, wait a minute. Why didn’t I think of that?

‘Ah, well, I haven’t been taught anything about divine power.’

Divine power is a symbol of the Holy Empire. So it was naturally taboo in the Magic Empire.

So it’s not strange that I didn’t think of it… but….

Is it really divine power?

“You’re a saintess, right? People are saying everywhere that you’re a saintess.”

“…Wow, I completely forgot.”

I had so many things going on that I forgot that I pretended to be a saintess at first.

“But I don’t have Iculus [a holy artifact often associated with divine power]… how did I manifest divine power?”

“Well, I don’t know. Maybe divine power has nothing to do with Iculus.”

Dante shrugged.

I wasn’t really expecting an answer from Dante, so I fell into my own thoughts.

If it’s a power that has nothing to do with Iculus, does that mean it’s a power given by God…?

‘But when did God give me divine power? I’ve never met God!’

“You have wrinkles on your forehead.”

“Eek.”

At that time, Dante flicked my forehead, so I grabbed my forehead and glared at Dante.

I’m serious right now!

“…Shall I help you find a book about divine power?”

“Isn’t it a forbidden book…? Is there one?”

“There must be one. How can you fight if you don’t know about the enemy?”

“That makes sense.”

Looking at my adoptive mother and Dante, I guess you have to be smart to become a knight in a leading position.

I jumped down from the chair and followed Dante.

Dante carried the lamp for me and went deep inside the ancient book room. He seemed to know where the book about divine power was.

“Dante, do you know the way?”

“No. It’s my first time here.”

“Then why are you going so confidently…?”

“It’s faster to look for forbidden books from the innermost part.”

He’s smart after all. He knows how to stab the vitals [go straight to the point].

“But Dante, is it okay for you to come find me like this every day?”

It was already a quiet place with few people, but now we were going into bookshelves that must have been untouched, so I felt a little scared.

So I just said anything, but Dante surprisingly gave me a sincere answer.

“Sir Idaho is busy, I heard. There’s a banquet at the Imperial Palace.”

“Aha.”

“They’re starting training a month later. They told me to rest for a month.”

“So you’re looking for me every day….”

Well, Dante must be bored too.

He’s been doing the same training every day, so he might not know what to fill his free time with.

“Ah, that!”

I was looking around the bookshelf and found a blue book on the top that a child’s hand couldn’t reach.

It looked a little different from the other books at first glance, but it was definitely a very old book.

It said , so it will definitely be helpful to me.

“Ugh, I can’t reach it.”

No matter how much I stood on tiptoe, it was no use. Dante was only a little taller than me, so of course he couldn’t reach it.

If I called Grandpa Marco, he would be short too….

“I’ll lift you up, so take it out.”

That was the moment.

Dante, who had been watching me with his arms crossed, sighed softly and approached me. Then he suddenly picked me up and lifted me up.

“Can you reach it?”

“A little higher.”

“Here. Now?”

“I can reach it….”

Dante was definitely not kind.

But there is delicacy and kindness in his indifferent attitude.

I was a little happy to have the book I wanted in my arms, so I held Dante’s hand tightly.

“Thank you, Dante!”

“…You smell like strawberry shortcake.”

“Huh? I didn’t eat anything like that.”

“Just saying.”

What is it? I put my nose on my wrist and sniffed, but I didn’t smell anything like that at all.

‘Is Dante’s nose weird?’