Lord Baby Runs A Romance Fantasy With Cash [EN]: Chapter 60

☆ Chapter 61 ☆

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The method I devised was quite simple.

If left alone, he might descend into a state of ‘You’re pathetic for not understanding the awesomeness of love.’

How tragic would it be if a miserable past and a lack of kindness transformed him into a formidable villain bent on destroying the world?

And he might harbor a burning desire for revenge against me.

Therefore, showering him with kindness and care is the time-tested solution found in countless romance fantasy stories.

However, if I’m too affectionate, he’ll become obsessed with me instantly!

‘Then, it simply can’t be me!’

What if I completely alter my appearance, voice, and even name, and care for him just enough to prevent obsession? Wouldn’t that work?

Besides, anyone can see that my current appearance is that of a warm and generous grandmother.

A comforting presence that warms the heart just by looking at her, a sanctuary for the soul.

‘I’ve never had a grandmother, but this will still work.’

I retrieved a small hand mirror from my bosom and examined my reflection.

For some reason, lying in a warm, cozy room reminds me of my grandmother making noodles for me…

It was the image of a benevolent grandma who could even conjure memories of a grandmother I never had.

‘With this, obsession is absolutely impossible.’

I was proud of myself for this straightforward yet flawless plan.

I confidently placed my hands on my hips and puffed out my stomach.

‘Have a taste of the warmth of life!’

“Wh-What.”

The boy frowned slightly and looked at me with trembling eyes.

‘A more intense reaction than I anticipated?’

He quickly regained his composure, hardened his expression, and glared at me.

“What are you doing?”

“Hey, is that any way to talk to your grandma?”

“What?”

I grunted and placed the basket on the floor.

Then, I glanced to ensure the restraints connected to his feet were securely fastened to the wall.

He was still barefoot.

‘Well, it would have been a bit much to put those shoes on him.’

Even as I thought that, my heart ached as I looked at his bare feet, red and chapped from the cold stone floor, covered in scratches.

Spring was approaching, but the underground prison remained as cold as midwinter.

I should have brought something to cover his feet sooner.

‘Even if I gave it to him, he definitely wouldn’t use it, so I’ll have to bring it next time.’

He was refusing all meals, so there was no way he’d cover his feet.

I picked up the basket and stepped inside the iron bars.

“What, you.”

“You? Is that how you talk to your grandma!”

Tsk!

I glared and took out a cloth soaked in warm water from the basket.

“Come over here and sit down. It hurts to stand.”

But he glared at me with eyes so fierce they could make your heart shrivel.

To be so wary even after seeing the comforting appearance of a grandmother who creates memories you never had, impressive.

“Come on, Grandma’s just trying to clean you up. Or do you want to do it yourself?”

“Get lost!”

Whack!

He slapped my arm away.

His long nails scratched, leaving a red line on my arm.

He paused.

It seemed he was doing it out of respect for elders, a virtue of K-Romance [Korean romance stories].

Good job, K-Romance!

‘If it were my real appearance, he wouldn’t have batted an eye!’

I tried to approach again, taking advantage of the gap, but he resisted like a fierce cat who hated baths.

The problem was that the cat was too big and strong.

Luckily, I wasn’t scratched again, but at this rate, we’d just exhaust each other.

‘I only have an hour to transform!’

I had no choice.

“Stay still!”

A bad cat who hates baths must be subjected to forced bathing!

I pressed the button I brought, and he flinched and fell straight down.

“Oof, heavy.”

I groaned as I caught him.

Even a small child is heavy.

Well, he is bigger than me.

“You… !”

He glared at me, stretched out on my lap.

The restraint that was supposed to paralyze his limbs was working well.

He couldn’t control his body like a drugged cat.

“Come on, Grandma’s just trying to take care of you. It’s not scary. Be good, okay?”

His body was as cold as ice.

I carefully wiped him with a warm towel.

“Stop it. Ugh, d-don’t.”

“Well, if you wanted to do it yourself, you should have listened to Grandma. Then we both would have been happy.”

The half-hardened scabs were tangled with dirt and didn’t look good.

I took out a new towel, gently removed the dirty scabs, and took out the disinfectant.

“It’s gonna sting, sting!”

Because the wounds had been neglected for so long, pus had formed in some places, so I practically poured the disinfectant on.

It must have stung like salt being rubbed in, but he didn’t even furrow his brow.

“Oh, you’re so brave. I wonder whose grandson is such a tough guy~”

“…Feet.”

Huh? I thought I heard a curse at the end?

Must be my imagination?

I applied medicine to the wounds and bandaged them.

“Alright, all done. You endured well. You did well to leave it to Grandma, right?”

“I don’t know what kind of trick you’re playing, but it’s not fun at all, so get… Ugh!”

I scrubbed his lips roughly with a new towel because he was speaking impudently.

“You have to wash your face too. Can’t be dirty.”

“Stop- Ugh!”

“Come on, you have to stay still? What if the towel goes in your mouth.”

He resisted a few more times, but he quieted down because I kept trying to shove the towel in his mouth every time he opened it.

His limbs were paralyzed so he couldn’t move, and a towel would come in if he opened his mouth, so he had no choice but to give up.

‘Of course, his eyes look like they want to tear me apart and kill me.’

Anyway, I was able to wipe his face in a fairly comfortable state.

I looked down at his face on my lap and was newly impressed.

His eyes, nose, mouth, and even the tip of his chin were delicate and beautiful, as if God had worked overtime for over a year to create them.

Wiping the towel along his round cheeks, running it over his sharp nose.

His straight forehead, neat eyebrows, and slightly chic eyes.

Inside, his mysterious, violet eyes seemed to hold the secrets of the universe.

‘Ah…’

Without realizing it, I even stopped my hand and stared at his eyes for a long time.

I didn’t even realize that our eyes had met.

I was simply captivated by the countless emotions, pain, and the vortex of confusion contained within that mysterious light.

Like someone who went out of the earth for the first time and saw the endless universe.

The strength left my hand on his cheek, and it slipped down.

‘Oops.’

I finally came to my senses and withdrew my hand.

He frowned and turned his gaze away.

Looking at his eyes, completely closed with deep wrinkles, I realized my mistake.

‘Did I stare too much?’

I felt a little awkward and embarrassed.

I finished wiping his face.

He didn’t open his mouth or his eyes while I was wiping his face.

His face was tinged with red because of the torches in the prison.

Watching the shadows created by his long eyelashes flicker along with the torches, I was newly impressed.

A flower blooming in this prison without sunlight.

No, his beauty is enough to make even flowers bow their heads.

‘I did well to stop them from killing him.’

Losing such beauty is a loss for humanity.

‘Meet a good person like the female leads and have about twelve children.’

That alone will leave a great legacy that contributes to humanity.

After wiping his face, I took out the food from the basket.

He had refused to eat for several days, so it was just soft white bread, warm mushroom soup, and water.

I secretly released the paralysis, but he didn’t act like an angry cat like before.

Although he quickly got up and moved away from me.

“Here, some food.”

“I don’t need it.”

“You haven’t eaten anything so far. You need to eat to have strength.”

“Get lost!”

Whack!

The white bread he slapped away rolled on the stone floor.

“Hey! You’ll be punished for treating food carelessly!”

I got angry and took out another bread from the basket.

“But I knew you’d do this, so I prepared another one!”

I’ve figured out all your patterns!

Do you think I’ve only seen one or two romance fantasy stories?

Meal refusal attacks only work on the weak.

“If you don’t want to eat it, eat it later. You need to eat well to get better.”

“I don’t care if I don’t get better. No, I’d rather not get better and die like this.”

“You shouldn’t talk about dying so easily!”

He glared at me with sharp eyes.

“Stop playing around.”

“I’m serious.”

I really am.

Putting aside the dangerous, obsession, revenge, and all that.

I was genuinely worried because a child was acting like this.

“Eat well and get healthy.”

Body and mind.

“What are you plotting?”

“I’m not plotting anything.”

He looked at me with eyes that didn’t believe me at all.

“Grandmas just want to take care of sick children.”

“…”

He turned his gaze away and mumbled something, but I couldn’t hear it well.

“If your body is tired, your mind is tired too. You only have bad thoughts.”

I said, tidying up the dirty towels.

“Eat a lot and get well soon. Then you’ll think of something different than before. This grandma who has lived a long time guarantees it.”

After picking up the bread that had fallen on the ground, it was time to go back.

It was almost an hour.

He’s so wary of me, he’ll probably get indigestion if he eats in front of me.

“Grandma’s leaving now. Don’t bother, honey. No need to see me off.”

Not that he’s seeing me off at all.

Hmm, but what if he doesn’t eat it and leaves it there?

“…It’s bad to be picky. If you don’t eat, next time I’ll paralyze you and force-feed you.”

His eyebrows twitched as if he was really not going to eat it.

“If you don’t want to be held by this grandma and eat like a baby, then eat.”

“I said I don’t need it.”

“I’ll take it as you wanting me to feed you if you don’t eat.”

I ignored his protest and left the prison with the lighter basket.

I’ll give the fallen bread to the birds in the garden.

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When I came outside, the soldier was surprised to see me.

“G-Grandmother?”

Oops, I forgot.

I nodded nonchalantly.

“Yes, it’s Grandma. How have you been?”

“Yes, I’ve been well… Huh?”

The soldier, who was answering naturally, frowned as if something was wrong.

“Do you remember when this grandma secretly gave you the last piece of pie in the kitchen?”

“Yes… I remember. You gave me a pumpkin pie when I was crying from the tough training. Nothing was as delicious as that pumpkin pie soaked in tears.”

“Yes, yes.”

I nodded with a warm smile.

“No, but it really feels like I have those memories… Who are you?”

“Someone the young lady sent. Don’t worry.”

I thought he was a pushover, but he still does his job, huh, mister.

The soldier tried to ask a few more questions with unresolved doubts, but he shut his mouth when I showed him the seal [official insignia].

I came completely outside and stretched.

Before I knew it, my arms and legs had turned into those of a short child.

“As expected, he didn’t fall for it right away. But he’ll get better if I keep doing it, right?”

Even after the transformation was undone, a long scar remained on my arm.

Seeing that made me a little uneasy.

“No, no! It’ll be alright!”

It was the moment I clenched both fists and put in energy.

“Lulu?”

I turned my head and saw Dad.

“Dad!”

I smiled brightly and ran to Dad.

But Dad’s reaction was different than usual.

His face was completely hardened, and he was staring intently at one place, um, my arm?

Following his gaze, I saw my arm.

To be exact, the long red scar on my arm.

“What’s that on your arm?”

I closed my mouth.

If I say he did it, he’ll go crazy and try to kill him this time!

What should I do?

“I, I got cut by grass!”

The grass didn’t hurt me on purpose, and I got cut while passing by, so it should be okay, right?

And I can’t tell him to kill the grass.

Hehe, this Lulu’s amazing brain!

It was then.

“Bring all the gardeners here immediately.”

Dad’s low voice froze the back of my head as I was praising myself.

D, Dad?

Your eyes are full of murderous intent right now?

“Yes, Your Excellency!”

“This must never be overlooked! The gardeners must be held responsible immediately!”

“To dare allow the grass to cut the young lady!”

No, get a grip. It’s not like the gardeners allowed it.

You guys should stop them, why are you adding fuel to the fire?

The gardeners were dragged out in an instant.

Dozens of them were trembling, their faces pale.

‘No, what is this…’

I just said I got cut by grass, and this happened.

“Weakling! You’re hurt!”

Ixion and Ares even came, having heard the news from somewhere.

Huhuhu, I’m not happy at all.

“A scar on my sister’s arm. Let me see.”

Ares looked at my arm and darkened his red eyes.

“Looks like you want to die, daring to do this.”

“Why use this method when it would be easier to just ask to be killed?”

Ixion smiled fiercely and looked down at the gardeners.

Ferocious energy emanated from the boys.

“Execution!”

“Absolutely execution!”

“Definitely execution!”

People shouted.

Dad shook his head firmly.

Oh?

As expected, Dad is the head of the Paeraton family after all!

‘Even if he’s a daughter’s fool, he has reason!’

Does it make sense to kill all these gardeners just because my arm was cut by grass?

He’s thinking of calming the situation!

Sure enough, Dad slowly opened his mouth.

“It’s not enough to just execute all the gardeners.”

Huh?

“The grass in all the places where my daughter can go should be uprooted and burned to ashes.”

What?

Why is there no normal person here?

I sighed deeply.

‘I have no choice. I have to step in.’

I used the teary-eyed skill I learned from the knight and Baron Dierre.

“Daddyyy…”

“What is it?”

Dad immediately picked me up.

“Are you really going to uproot and burn all the flowers and grass?”

“Yes. So don’t worry.”

I put both hands on my cheeks and looked up at Dad.

“Then, then are you going to burn the Lulu flower too?”