Lord Baby Runs A Romance Fantasy With Cash [EN]: Chapter 61

☆ Chapter 62 ☆

Dad’s pupils were shaking wildly.

“Put me down. Daddy’s scary. You said you’d burn the Lulu flower.”

“Why, why would I burn the Lulu flower? Daddy’s not scary.”

Dad rarely showed such agitation. He even stuttered.

“But you said you’d burn all the flowers and grass. Lulu flower is grass, too.”

“The other weeds are different from our Lulu flower.”

“Flowers, grass, and trees are all Lulu flower’s friends. It’s mean to hurt them.”

“Daddy would never hurt Lulu flower’s friends.”

“I’ve loved plants since I was born, my sister.”

“I wouldn’t bother picking on something similar to a weakling.”

Dad and my brothers spoke urgently, then stared at me with pleading eyes.

“Then you won’t be mean!”

Only then did the three of them relax their shoulders.

“I like the garden. I always look at flowers in the greenhouse, and now spring is finally coming, but if the garden is a mess because there are no gardeners, I’ll be sad.”

“…I can’t make my daughter sad.”

“My sister likes looking at flowers.”

“Well, it suits someone so feeble.”

“Then you won’t punish the gardeners, right? They’re precious people who cultivate beautiful things.”

“Alright.”

Phew, that stopped innocent people from getting hurt.

“Lady…!”

The gardeners, who had been kneeling, called out to me. Their eyes were brimming with tears.

“No one in the Duke’s Castle ever appreciated the beauty of flowers and trees…!”

“We were so happy to know that you often visit the greenhouse! We will do our best to make sure you enjoy the spring garden!”

“Isn’t this the first spring that the Lady is experiencing since returning to the Duke’s Castle!”

“Thank you, everyone! Thanks to you, my eyes are always happy.”

Thank you, and I’m sorry.

All because I pretended to be cut by the grass.

I really didn’t expect it to turn out like this.

‘I should tell them to give the gardeners a bonus with my private funds later.’

“Huk! So, so cute! Is she a real flower?”

“No, no flower can compare to Lulu flower’s cuteness!”

“Alright, starting today, I’m researching crossbreeds! I need to cultivate flowers that can be friends with Lulu flower!”

“Flowers that can at least follow in Lulu flower’s footsteps!”

“Uwooooo!”

No, that’s really enough.

Seriously.

I stared at the suddenly enthusiastic gardeners with hazy eyes.

Chapter 14. I’ve Decided, Your Name

Recently, my life has been more fulfilling than ever.

I’m running a business, spending time with my family, and studying hard in various fields.

Even during that time, I visited that child from time to time.

There had been many changes while using the ability five times, if not all that much.

“Get lost.”

“What kind of trick is this?”

“How far are you going to mock me?”

The child, who had been bristling every time I visited, gradually began to sit still when I was around.

Even if it was far away.

Even so, I still didn’t even know the child’s name.

“Still not going to tell this grandma your name? I can’t just keep calling you ‘Hey, you’ forever.”

“Don’t have one.”

“Then Grandma will make one up? I can’t just keep calling you ‘Hey, you’ forever.”

“Whatever.”

Are you going to keep doing this?

Then I have a way too.

“Then Spot.”

“Hah, a name fit for a slave.”

“No! I’m kidding, kidding!”

I almost became a human trash, Yoo [Yoo is a Korean surname, implying she almost became trash like someone with that surname].

Why does he accept it so readily?

…Could it be that he really doesn’t know his name like me?

If there wasn’t even anyone to give him one—.

‘A name…’

It’s my first time giving someone a name.

I worried and worried, but I couldn’t think of anything.

“Can I give it to you later?”

“Is there a need?”

“It’s a name. It’s important, so I can’t just make it up.”

“…To a mere slave?”

“What does that matter? A slave is a person too.”

“…You once…”

“Huh?”

I thought he mumbled something, so I asked back, but he didn’t answer and just turned his head.

“Come to think of it, how old are you?”

“Why do you care about that? It’s not like you need it when calling me, like a name, and it’s not particularly important anyway.”

“It’s not essential for living… But knowing how old I am is a happy thing.”

I was so happy when I found out I was four years old.

When I looked up, the child was looking at me with strange eyes.

I had a sinking feeling and shouted cheerfully.

“But not knowing doesn’t mean you’ll be unhappy! This chocolate alone will make you happy right away! Here, Grandma will give you a chocolate.”

I pulled out a chocolate from my pocket with a flourish!

“I don’t need it.”

The child frowned and turned his head.

I felt like I had said something unnecessary to a child who didn’t know his age, so I fiddled with the chocolate wrapper.

Still, I was proud to see that the minor wounds had all healed.

‘He doesn’t seem to have opened his heart yet.’

Sob.

How did the heroines open the hearts of wild beasts so well?

I’m so far away.

‘But he doesn’t seem like a really bad kid.’

I felt it more and more as we talked.

But why did the devil say he was dangerous?

‘Ah, revenge.’

Even if he received kindness from Grandma, it would all be for nothing if he held a grudge against the Paeraton Duchess.

“Ahem, come to think of it.”

I brought up the topic subtly.

“I heard that the lady of this house treated you a little badly.”

When I glanced at him, he was looking at me with a frown as if wondering what I was talking about.

Then he smiled slyly as if he had realized something.

‘Wow, that’s the first time I’ve seen him smile.’

But the problem is that it’s not exactly a smile with good intentions.

He’s definitely smiling while imagining how to mess things up.

“She said she would make me a killing doll.”

“H-huh?”

“She said my face was pretty enough to be used as a plaything.”

“No, a plaything…”

She didn’t say that far!

“Well, isn’t it possible that she’s still young and doesn’t know any better? I don’t think you need to get too angry about what a child said without knowing.”

“The way she confidently threatened me didn’t seem like something a child would say without knowing.”

“Well, it’s best to forget those kinds of things! This grandma has lived a long time, so I know.”

“It has to be a really big deal to be forgotten.”

“…What are you going to do if you get out of here? D-don’t tell me you’re going to take revenge on her…”

“Well, what do you think?”

No, why are you dragging out your words like that.

Say you’ll take revenge or you won’t!

Please tell me clearly.

I’m getting more scared because I’m so anxious.

I trembled and pondered.

Should I change my approach now?

* * *

The child slowly woke up.

He was dumbfounded when he realized he had fallen asleep.

He hadn’t slept properly since that day.

Only losing consciousness was all the rest he could get.

But to fall asleep so often in this underground prison, even in the house of a girl who said she would make him a slave.

That girl.

A soft face, gentle eyes, big and clear pupils.

Cotton candy-like sweet pink hair seemed like it would melt if touched.

A child who seemed to live in a world made only of dreams, starlight, cream, flower petals, sugar, and rainbows.

And a child whose inner thoughts he couldn’t figure out at all.

“Live well.”

She said that once,

“I won the bid for you with 10 billion.”

“Since you’re my slave, I have to decide what to do with you. A slave belongs entirely to the master.”

The next moment, she said the same thing as the humans who were screaming and trying to bid on him.

That was simply to save him—.

“Either way, your life and death are in my hands. Not yours.”

Her face, saying that he didn’t even have the freedom to die, was vivid.

“It’s too small, so it might not fit, but it’s better to wear it than nothing.”

Just a moment ago, she said that he didn’t even have basic human rights, so why was she being so kind?

The palm-sized shoes were so small and so small…

“The knight uncles were poisoned, but they didn’t die. Did you do that on purpose?”

When that child asked that, he was actually happy.

She recognized it.

He was surprised at himself for being happy.

Even after such a thing, he still wanted someone to recognize him.

But that feeling was immediately trampled and fell into the abyss.

“You are my slave. You are nothing more than my possession. You must show respect to your master, right?”

“You’re quite useful, so it would be fun to make you a killing doll. Or, since you have a pretty face, it would be nice to have you serve me so that others envy me.”

“It’s very easy to keep you from dying and use you as I please for the rest of your life.”

In the end, that child was no different from the countless humans who tried to possess him.

It was ridiculous to even expect something.

Even in this situation, he hadn’t lost hope for people?

How foolish and stupid.

He would never expect anything again.

This girl is more cruel than any other being.

But.

“Grandma’s here.”

For some reason, that child came in, groaning and carrying a large basket.

Calling herself Grandma.

At first, he thought it was some kind of bad joke.

But.

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

“Come on, Grandma’s trying to take care of you. It’s not scary. Good boy, right?”

“Oh, you’re enduring well. Whose grandson is this? He’s a general!”

“Grandma always wants to take care of sick children.”

That child really seemed to believe that she was in the form of an elderly old woman.

Only then did he realize what was going on.

‘Mind’s Eye.’

He had eyes that could see through the truth.

She must be in the form of an old woman with Polymorph or Transformation [magic spells that alter appearance].

It was funny how she was acting so boldly, not even imagining that he could see her original form.

But it wasn’t just funny.

He was really horrified when that child forcibly wiped his body.

He didn’t know what was wrong with her, acting like a grown-up taking care of a child, but he wasn’t.

A girl of the same age was sticking close and wiping his arms and legs.

Small and soft hands.

A gentle touch.

A good scent and the girl’s long hair occasionally brushing against his skin.

At that time, he would have broken out of prison and escaped if his limbs hadn’t been paralyzed.

That girl even wiped his face with his head on her lap.

The child’s face looking down at him at that time was so…

Neat features and lips like spring flower petals.

Eyelashes spread like sunlight.

Soft and smooth white cheeks.

There was nothing that wasn’t amazing.

But none of that mattered.

The vast sky he had never touched.

The foreign sea he had never seen.

Those eyes so clearly blue—.

He hated it so much.

It was terrible.

It was so cruel that it felt like it would burn his heart.

He would rather die in that small child’s hands.

* * *

“Ah, he fell asleep.”

I scratched my head as I looked at the child lying down with his eyes closed.

‘I used the ability for nothing.’

My precious ability! There’s not much left now.

I usually check if the child is awake before using it, but I was so out of it today that I forgot.

“It can’t be helped.”

I felt sorry to wake him up, and I couldn’t go back in this form, so I went into the prison.

I brought him a pillow and a blanket, but he was lying on the bare ground.

I carefully lifted the child’s head and placed it on my lap.

Then I gently stroked his hair.

Dad and Ares often do this, and it helps me sleep well.

‘Wow…’

I couldn’t help but be amazed as I looked down at the child’s sleeping face.

Still, he’s gained a little weight compared to before because I fed him a lot. The scabs on his face are all gone too.

“Hey, I’m taking care of you like this, so you can’t become a bad guy when you grow up, okay?”

I whispered to the sleeping child.

“You don’t have to be a good guy. Live as you want. But you can’t kill me, you know?”

While muttering, I suddenly had an idea.

‘If I mutter next to him, will he remember it unconsciously? Like brainwashing.’

It sounds a bit ridiculous, but it can’t hurt to try.

I whispered in the child’s ear.

“You must not kill Ruatisha Paeraton. You must not harm the Paeraton Duchy. You must not kill Ruatisha Paeraton…”

After repeating that about five times, I was satisfied.

“Oh, he’s so skinny. Kids should be chubby.”

Even though he’s gained some weight, he’s still thin.

He still has baby fat, so I felt even more sorry for him.

“He needs to grow up well.”

What to do with all this hardship.

He needs to grow up well and live happily.

If possible, he should maintain this beauty too.

Not if possible, but definitely, he must protect this beauty.

I ruffled the child’s bangs and whispered.

“You really need to meet a good woman and have at least twelve children.”

Twitch.

The child’s brow twitched.

‘D-did he wake up?’

I was flustered and held my breath, watching the child’s reaction.

But even after watching him for a long time, the child only breathed evenly and didn’t move.

‘Was it just my imagination.’

I resumed the brainwashing.

“The minimum is twelve. Have as many as you can. That’s how you contribute to humanity.”

Hmm. Good.

The more beautiful people there are in the world, the more welfare increases.