The Baby Raising a Devil Ch.212

TL: Zimmings

"We're not sure if it's a real child of God…"

"Real or not, we need that kid. We must secure the sacrifices until the true child of God arrives."

"Even though it's Dubblede, it won't be easy for her to be off the hook. Let's move quickly."

"In fact, we're too generous. If we had held her from the start, taught the doctrine, and had her walk the right path, the nine-year-old girl would not have been so fearless. The marquis is pitiful."

"That's right. The grace that God gave to the human world in the future should not be overshadowed by the fake. The fake is too overconfident. Even though she's under Dubblede, we need to teach her a lesson."

Blasio, who was watching the cardinals' conversation, spoke up.

"Isn't there a possibility that that child is real?"

At once, everyone at the round table looked at Blasio.

"Don't cover up the facts. The pope clearly felt something was not right with her!"

"However, there's a God pattern in her body. If the child has a pattern that only we know of, there is a good chance that she would be real."

"That…"

"Think about it. If Leblaine Dubblede is the true child of fate and the pope is wrong, we will offer the true child of fate to the altar with our own hands. What could be a more bad mistake than this?"

Each of the cardinals groaned in confusion.

There has never been a cardinal who believed Leblaine to be the true child of fate. Until the pattern of the God appeared in her body.

This confusion began when the child manifested the pattern.

A pattern of God that has never been known by others before.

Even among the cardinals, the pattern is known only to some.

It is something that cannot be manifested by a fake child of fate.

"Are you not suspicious of her?"

"This means that all possibilities must be left open at this point. I agree that we must secure the safety of the child at all costs. All for our God."

Silence subsided at the round table.

"… For our God."

"For God."

Even a few who disagreed bowed their heads.

***

There was no other riot like this. Faithful believers camped in front of the mansion and shouted that I should be punished for misusing the power of God.

"It looks like the temple is already spreading the word."

Seria, who had come to inform me, looked out the window and said.

"It's a good chance. What was Duke Merche's reaction?"

"He acted cautiously. The nobles who insist on punishing you have requested Duke Marche's support, but he's silent."

"It's because I knew a crucial secret about his ancestors. He won't act recklessly."

When I got up with my coat on, Seria looked at me with a puzzled expression.

"Do you want to go out?"

"Yes. Cecilia's final exam is just around the corner, I have to help her."

"You had a plan, but isn't it going too fast? I am concerned. You used so much divine power already for the play. All of that while keeping the devil. Besides, you're not feeling well…"

"Even if it's hard, I have to move now. If my body recovers, Storas will wreak havoc again."

There is nothing more dangerous than that.

I would share what I hear, see, and even think with it, but I don't know anything about it. It was a very disadvantageous situation for me.

"Seria, I'm leaving for the Imperial Palace, so take care of everything I ordered today. Judging from my condition, I think Storas would be back tomorrow, if not tonight."

"Yes."

Having said that, I left the room.

I got on a carriage and left for the Imperial Palace while being seen off by the servants.

After receiving the title from the emperor, my entrance procedure was simplified. I was able to pass through the gates only by them glancing at my face in the carriage.

When I arrived at the imperial palace and went to the place where the participants were gathered, the atmosphere was strange.

It was a completely different atmosphere from before.

"Lady…"

As I was just entering the garden, Cecilia saw me and approached me. The expression on my aunt's face with Cecilia wasn't good either.

"Child, why don't you rest…"

"I'm okay."

People know that I have failed to heal Marquis Shuheil, so they're afraid I might have been shocked by the aftermath.

"Aunt, please meet the Empress Dowager. I will be with Cecilia."

"But...."

"Cecilia you're okay with that right?"

Cecilia nodded slightly at my words. My aunt sighed and left the garden.

Cecilia, who was watching my aunt's back, asked softly.

"Are you really okay?"

"Of course!"

As I smiled, a cough came from Frances Arabel's side, who was also a finalist with Cecilia.

"Is it the problem that lady is okay?"

A young girl, about 14 years old, who was sitting with Frances said.

It was Blake Arabel, Frances' younger sister.

"Bl...."

The timid Frances stopped her brother, but Blake said with a frown on her lips.

"Am I wrong? This selection is about to be settled. It's not good for my sister to be with a murderer constantly."

"Stop it… please be careful with what you said…"

Blake looked at her sister with narrowed eyes and pursed her lips.

"Why do we have to be careful? My older sister is also a finalist. Your opponent is not even an aristocrat, so we had the upper hand."

Frances didn't know what to do, and grabbed her pale hand.

Frances Arabel is a wise woman. She knew exactly what was going on.

The reason that Frances was named a finalist in place of Lady Amboise, was because she is a timid and quiet person.

'But she doesn't know Count Arabel's temper.'

Count Arabel always trembled like a mouse before a lion in front of the Duke of Marche, but in fact he was a very arrogant man.

He bows his head in front of the strong, and he is the worst to the weak.

It's obvious how he raised his younger daughter, Blake.

'It's been a while since I met Blake.'

She acted nicely to Mina, but she terribly tormented me from behind.

As soon as my aunt disappeared, she quickly attacked me.

"Blee, please stop. The child of fate was trying to help Marquis Shuheil as much as possible…"

"It doesn't look like that though? She just wanted to stand out. She just wanted to get attention."

"...."

"She must have created the pattern of God and show it to those who call her a fake. It's funny."

Blake giggled.

Cecilia frowned at Blake and said, "Hey, Lady-" but I quickly stopped her.

"It's alright."

"But...!"

"What's the last exam?"

"… It's a charity party."

"When do you start?"

"The invitation has been sent out. I got help from Javelin and sent it to people she knew well, but I wonder if they will come…"

I nodded, as Cecilia continued.

"Today, I was invited to Empress Dowager's tea party with Lady Arabel. Javelin said it would be better to go and meet people in person…"

If it's a charity party, it's probably ranked by the number of people who attended the party or the charitable funds donated.

'Yeah, Cecilia has never been to a social event, so she'd better go and show her face in person.'

If those invited to the Empress Dowager's tea party decide that Cecilia is a good way to keep Empress Yvonne in check, those who oppose Yvonne will move.

"When is the tea party?"

"Soon, even if she doesn't make the party, I was thinking of heading to the Empress Dowager's palace soon."

"Let's go!"

I took Cecilia's hand. Just as we were about to leave the garden, my eyes met with Frances, who was also heading towards the Empress Dowager's palace.

Frances hurriedly bowed her head, as we left the garden.

The Empress Dowager Palace was already noisy.

A number of people with good relations with the Empress Dowager attended.

'I think my aunt coaxed the Empress in advance.'

The Empress Dowager's tea party is always held in small numbers, but this time there are quite a few guests. It was also attended mainly by gossip mongers.

I whispered to Cecilia at the entrance to the Empress Dowager's party.

"You don't have to be arrogant, but you shouldn't be timid either. You have to show that you will be the right choice to keep empress Yvonne in check."

"Yes, Javelin had told me that as well."

"Fortunately, there are quite a few ladies who have good relations with my godmother. I greeted them with my godmother the other day, and since they have been kind to me, they will be kind to you as well."

"Thank yoi."

"Now get in- Oh!"

Someone pushed me on the shoulder and entered the party. When I lost my balance and hit my buttocks on the floor, I heard Blake's lively voice.

"Are you okay?"

In addition to the elderly ladies, there were also young ladies and young masters at the party.

They approached Blake, as if everyone knew her and ridiculed me.

"Oh my…"

As I sat down, I could see their mocking glance. The social world is, no matter what anyone says, a world of predators and prey.

There are so many people who tried to eat me when my status has fallen because of the recent incident.

"Lady, are you okay?"

Cecilia looked at me with a worried expression, and I stood up holding her hand.

The people who wanted Dubblede's downfall did not hide their ridicule at me.

'Is this how it will turn out?'