Lord Baby Runs A Romance Fantasy With Cash [EN]: Chapter 88

☆ Episode 89 ☆

Zeon, who had been silently looking down at me, reached out his hand.

He lifted me up to his eye level and met my gaze.

He stared at me blankly for a long time.

“…You’re strange after all.”

No, you’re the strange one, not me.

“They said Paeraton has no magical energy, but is it not simply that it has no magical energy?”

What?

What does that mean?

Zeon, holding me—not hugging, but holding—started wandering around the estate.

At first, I thought he was going to his room, but he wasn’t.

He wandered here and there as if testing something.

Even in crowded places.

‘No, he’s actually going towards the people?’

It was the first time Zeon, who always stayed in his room or went to his private training ground where no one was around, was wandering around like this.

Zeon ignored everyone’s surprised gazes without a word.

Only then did he return to his room.

I was still being held by Zeon.

I thought he might have cleared everything out, but the room was still the way I had decorated it.

Rabbit, sheep, and cat dolls, a pink blanket, a fairytale book, and cookies.

The flowers in the vase had already withered, but he hadn’t thrown them away.

If he hadn’t said anything, the maid cleaning the room would have seen them and thrown them away.

He left them on purpose.

My heart ached for some reason.

I guess I had been feeling quite resentful all along.

“Who are you, really?”

At those words, I raised my head, and Zeon was staring at me intently.

His eyes, which had held no emotion, were now filled with confusion.

No, it wasn’t just confusion.

There was something more—.

“…Whatever.”

Zeon muttered and moved his feet.

Towards the bedroom.

“Just let me sleep.”

He collapsed onto the bed, holding me in his arms.

Huh?

When I raised my head, Zeon had already closed his eyes.

“Zeon?”

He tightened his arm around me as if telling me to be quiet.

‘What is it.’

As I quietly watched him, Zeon quickly fell asleep.

I thought he was too sensitive to fall asleep if someone was staring at him like this.

‘He’s asleep without making a single sound.’

Even with tired eyes, his face was still so handsome that I couldn’t help but admire it.

As I watched the sleeping Zeon, I started to feel sleepy too.

It was natural since it was my nap time anyway.

My eyes started to close, and I didn’t resist.

Before I knew it, I had fallen into a deep sleep with Zeon.

* * *

Early evening.

Zeon Paeraton woke up from his sleep.

His head was clear and refreshed.

It was the first time in a long time that he felt so refreshed.

There was still a warm presence in his arms.

He looked down at the sleeping child.

Her soft face was even more relaxed, and her mouth was slightly open as she was lost in dreamland.

“…It’s real.”

To be able to sleep so deeply.

Even in the estate with so many people.

Employees didn’t usually enter Zeon’s room, but even the presence of people far away unpleasantly bothered him.

Because of that, he couldn’t sleep deeply when he was in the estate.

At best, he could only take a nap, and that was only once every few days.

Being overly sensitive to magical energy was both a blessing and a curse.

Because he was sensitive, he was capable of more delicate control than anyone else.

But because of that, he felt even what he didn’t want to feel very well.

It became even more so as he grew up and his power and magical energy grew stronger.

To him, the presence of others was always like bugs crawling all over his body.

In that state, who would want to keep someone by their side?

Monsters were better.

They clearly stimulated his senses with a larger sensation than bugs.

And above all, he could kill them as he pleased.

After killing monsters for a while, there were no monsters or humans around him.

The amount of magical energy consumed reduced his sensitivity.

Only then could he finally fall asleep.

His stamina was depleted, and he didn’t know when another monster would come, but that was better.

That was why Zeon didn’t return home and continued to subjugate monsters.

But.

‘Why is this child okay?’

At first, he thought it was just his imagination.

Then he convinced himself that she was too small to feel her presence.

It was the first time a young child without magical energy was around him, so he thought it was possible.

It was amazing.

Even if he talked right in front of her, shouted, even trapped her in a wall, pushed her, and touched her—.

It wasn’t unpleasant at all.

Rather, it was the first time he felt this way, so it was even more….

But the moment he found himself falling asleep with the child by his side.

Zeon realized something was wrong.

It was a short but very deep sleep.

He didn’t even notice her presence until she came close and touched him.

How many years had it been since he had slept like that?

No, it was the first time.

The strangeness soon manifested as wariness.

“Get out. Now.”

The child, who seemed like she would be nesting on the sofa every day, was not seen after that.

Then, the presence of other people, which he had forgotten, began to be felt sensitively.

Come to think of it, this was also strange.

When he was with the child, he didn’t care much about the presence of other people.

If you take just one sip of water in the desert, your thirst doesn’t disappear, but you feel even more thirsty.

Zeon was in that state.

The presence of others was felt more sensitively, and he couldn’t even take the naps he used to take once every few days.

Eventually, Zeon went looking for the child.

And for the first time in his life, he had a very deep and comfortable sleep.

Looking down at the sleeping child, he realized.

He couldn’t go back to the way he was before tasting this sweet sleep.

But was that all?

Ruatisha Paeraton was a strange girl.

She said things that no one had ever said to him, and she did things that no one had ever done to him.

She got angry and constantly confronted him.

When he kicked this child out, telling her to leave.

In fact, Zeon thought that the very next day, this little child would be back on the sofa.

But it wasn’t.

When he saw only a blanket on the empty sofa, Zeon didn’t know what to call that feeling.

Ignoring his chilly heart, he thought it was a good thing.

He felt relieved that the thing that kept coming and contaminating his room and messing up his sight was gone.

One day, two days, a week, ten days.

At some point, Zeon realized that the vase where the child used to put flowers was empty.

The maid had cleaned it up because it had withered.

His body moved faster than his head. Zeon ran out like crazy.

It was there before he went to the training ground.

So it would still be there.

It had to be there.

Zeon found the flower Ruatisha had put in his room among the flowers collected for disposal.

Only then did his steps stop.

It was a clumsy and shabby bouquet that couldn’t be compared to the other flowers that decorated the estate.

After pausing for a moment, Zeon slowly walked over and picked up the bouquet.

He returned to his room and put it in the vase as the child had done.

He didn’t know why he was doing it himself.

Suddenly, he looked around and realized that everything around him was left by that child.

But the child was not in it.

Maybe that child would never come to this room again.

A terrible void came.

He stood blankly in the room for a long time without moving.

* * *

“Umm….”

It’s stuffy.

I tossed and turned a few times, unable to bear the stuffiness, and opened my eyes.

‘Oh, my gosh.’

There was a face of a sculpture-like boy right in front of me.

Zeon was still looking at me with an unreadable expression.

How long had he been like that?

The surroundings were dark even though the canopy wasn’t drawn.

It seemed like quite some time had passed.

Zeon kept looking at me, so I gave an awkward smile and greeted him.

“Did you sleep well?”

Zeon blinked slowly as if he had heard a very unfamiliar question.

I quietly examined Zeon’s face. The fatigue that had been hanging around his eyes had disappeared.

“Have you not been able to sleep at all?”

His words asking me to let him sleep bothered me.

I didn’t think he hadn’t slept at all.

“…Yeah.”

…Really?

Is that okay?

Zeon was tall and had a good body, but he was still growing!

Can you live without sleeping if you have magical energy?!

Still, considering his tired face, he must have been very distressed.

“That must have been hard.”

I patted Zeon’s chest.

As I was doing that, a question naturally came to my mind.

“Hey, Zeon asked me to let him sleep earlier. Can you sleep if I put you to sleep?”

Zeon stared at me intently before brushing back my hair that had been messed up from sleeping.

“I can sleep if you’re by my side.”

Why?

I didn’t use any sleep abilities.

Then, Zeon got up and lifted me up. And he strode out of the room.

“Where are you going?”

The place he headed to was Dad’s office.

Dad frowned at the sight of me and Zeon.

Zeon opened his mouth.

“I have something to tell you.”

* * *

Dad’s aides all left, and Ares and Ixion were summoned.

And the story Zeon told was very surprising.

I thought Ixion’s tone, which said he was sensitive, was strange, but I never thought it would be about magical energy.

“Does that mean your sensitivity is dulled when Lulu is by your side?”

“The control hasn’t changed. Rather, I can concentrate, so I can control it more precisely.”

“So only the side effects have disappeared.”

Dad looked at me and then turned his head.

It was a gaze that didn’t reveal any emotion, but I could tell.

“Dad, there’s a way to find out why, right?”

“…Yes.”

Dad hesitated to answer, but he didn’t lie to me.

“Why don’t you use that method?”

“You might get hurt if the hypothesis is wrong.”

“I’m okay.”

“No.”

“This is about me. I want to know myself better.”

Dad frowned and looked at me.

I didn’t avoid his gaze.

Eventually, Dad reached out to me with a faint sigh.

He sat me on his lap and pressed my head down.

“You have to tell me right away if it hurts.”

“Yes!”

Dad carefully took my hand.

Soon, black magical energy began to be poured into me.

Dad put up a barrier and created a magic circle, but it was the first time magical energy had entered me like this.

Dad carefully asked me.

“Does it hurt?”

“No. It doesn’t hurt at all.”

“Okay.”

It felt a little strange, but.

Dad examined me a little more and then recovered the magical energy.

“How is it?”

Dad stroked my head.

“Magical energy is too powerful for humans to possess. Because of that, the holders have a distorted sense.”

Dad slowly looked at Ixion, Ares, and Zeon and continued.

“But Lulu seems to be able to stabilize that distorted sense.”

Me?

“I just thought I was an ordinary child born without magical energy.”

“You’re the first Paeraton born without magical energy. We don’t know what other powers might be hidden.”

She was born without magical energy, but that doesn’t mean she’s an ordinary child.

‘Well, being a reincarnator is far from ordinary.’

Maybe there’s something more to me.

“If you spend more and more time with Lulu, your magical energy will gradually stabilize. Then it won’t be as hard as before.”

“That’s great, Zeon!”

I clapped my hands and smiled.

I wondered how hard it had been for him to not be able to sleep properly.

“Once it’s gradually stabilized, you’ll be able to get along with other people without any problems!”

Zeon tilted his head and said to me blankly.

“I don’t particularly need it.”

“Yeah, you don’t need it. But sometimes, what you think you don’t need becomes very precious.”

At those words, Zeon stared at me intently.

“I see.”

“I have no choice but to set up my base in Zeon’s room! Don’t ever leave, even if I tell you to! Oh, you can’t tell me to leave. I’m helping Zeon!”

Hoo hoo, I’ve taken the lead with this!

Zeon looked at me as if he couldn’t understand me.

“What benefit do you get from helping me?”

Huh?

That’s obvious.

To conquer this family—no!

“Because Zeon is my brother.”

I was a little embarrassed, so I lowered my gaze.

“Sometimes I get annoyed and angry.”

I still can’t forgive the pudding incident.

“Still, because he’s my brother. Because he’s family.”

Zeon’s eyes, which had always been inorganic like glasswork, trembled.

I had seen glimpses of emotion a few times, but it was the first time Zeon had reacted like this.

* * *

The next day.

Ruatisha was swamped with work from morning. It was the price for sleeping so much yesterday.

Still, the reorganization was progressing smoothly.

‘The rest is the investigation into the Echesis Mercenary Group.’

Just gathering the rumors made me think it wouldn’t be easy.

‘Hmph, but they dug this up. Just you wait. I’ll dig it up for sure too!’

Ruatisha returned to her room, puffing out her cheeks.

But.

‘Huh?’

Her eyes widened.