Lady Baby Is a Revenge Maker Chapter 45

Daihan looked at Sephiel for a long time.

 

And he carefully put Sephiel down.

 

“Come here, baby raccoon.”

 

Daihan held out his hand. Sephiel grabbed Daihan’s large hand with her small one.

 

Daihan took Sephiel to a small annex building at the bottom of the hill.

 

‘Elton and Berry both said not to come in here.’

 

Behind the hill, covered in thick ivy, was a small, secluded annex.

 

‘Oh, there’s a burn mark.’

 

It was just as Marie said. Before the duchess died, she had lost her mind and burned the building down.

 

“Is this.… for the Gyand Duchess?”

 

Sephiel discovered a small altar, flowers, and candles set up in the burnt room.

 

“That’s right. This is the room my wife used.”

 

Longing and sadness passed across Daihan’s face.

 

“This place is also very old now.”

 

Sephiel swallowed hard.

 

“Uncle Duke. The Duchess was a really great botanist, right?”

 

Sephiel could tell just by looking at the rare medicinal herbs growing wildly up the hill—the Duchess had taken excellent care of the garden and herb field.

 

“I heard that the Gyand Duchess was sick right before she died and that she only said things that were upsetting every day…..”

 

“Who told you that?”

 

Sephiel shook her head.

 

“That’s not important. But, uncle Duke, did you know? It takes five years for a candleflower to sprout after it’s planted.”

 

“…..”

 

“So, maybe… she planted it after Erga was born.”

 

Daihan’s eyes became strange.

 

“She was tending to plants even right before she died? But why?”

 

“Maybe… she wanted Erga to see the flower.”

 

“……”

 

“I heard that before the Gyand Duchess passed away, she set it on fire.… It’s just my opinion. Maybe if she was in so much pain that she couldn’t tell the difference between dreams and reality.…”

 

“You mean… she might have started the fire to make the candleflower bloom? That flower only opens its bud when it’s burned.”

 

“Yeah. So maybe she wanted Erga to see it.”

 

Sephiel knew nothing about the truth, but she knew one thing.

 

‘If you look at the time the flowers bloomed, the candle flower seeds must have been planted right after Erga was born.’

 

Zer and Erga.

 

She gave those names to the two men she loved the most.

 

‘And to plant the candleflower after that…’

 

‘No matter how mad she was, she must’ve still had love left in her—for her husband and her son.’

 

“Maybe.” Sephiel nodded slightly.

 

“Maybe she did.”

 

Daihan’s eyes were filled with regret.

 

“Just before she died… she wasn’t in her right mind. One day, she came to her senses for a very short time. And then she said she was sorry. She said she still loved me, and that she wanted to see Erga, and asked for forgiveness. But I couldn’t allow her to see Erga. And then she kept saying that she hated me and Erga.”

 

“…..”

 

Sephiel kept her mouth shut.

 

“I tried every possible way to find a doctor to cure her, but it wasn’t enough.”

 

Later, he couldn’t face her. She became completely crazy and at times, she even attacked Daihan.

 

“Maybe right before she died, she tried to make peace… by showing me that scene you described, that beautiful thing tied to my name.”

 

Sephiel hesitated, unsure of what to say.

 

‘Even adults can be just like kids sometimes. Believing what you want to believe… can be the better thing.’

 

Sephiel nodded, hoping that Daihan would be a little less sad.

 

“Yeah, I think so too. I really do.”

 

At those words, Daihan smiled faintly, as if he knew what Sephiel was thinking.

 

“Baby raccoon.”

 

“Yes…?”

 

“Thank you.”

 

Daihan reached out his big hand and patted Sephiel’s head.

 

“You are the most precious dream I will ever have in this world.”

 

“……”

 

“Maybe… my late wife sent you to me. She was cheerful and kind. A bit quirky, too. Maybe, when she was a child… she was a bit like you.”

 

Sephiel blinked and nodded slightly.

 

“I couldn’t protect my wife, but I will definitely protect you.”

 

“uncle…”

 

Sephiel was quietly surprised.

 

“Well. If you think about it, isn’t it obvious? After all, you are the child who will become my daughter someday.”

 

Sephiel’s heart raced a little at those words.

 

‘He once said that someday, I could call him father. He hadn’t forgotten that promise.’

 

“Yes!”

 

Sephiel answered, very happy.

 

Then Daihan asked Sephiel.

 

“Were you scared when I got angry?”

 

Sephiel shook her head.

 

Even so, Daihan said,

 

“I will never get angry again.”

 

“Yes….”

 

Sephiel liked that too.

 

In the end, Sephiel returned to the mansion in Daihan’s arms.

 

* * *

 

“Haah, haah…. Ugh.”

 

Erga opened his eyes after suffering greatly.

 

The surroundings were dark. He rubbed his blurry eyes and looked around.

 

The pain coursing through his body—growing pains.

 

It was the agony of a human body unable to bear the power of a dragon’s magic.

 

“Are you okay?”

 

“Same as usual.”

 

So, seizures were very common. Elton wiped Erga’s forehead and slowly opened the window.

 

“Please take a look outside, Young Master.”

 

“What is that…?”

 

Erga went out onto the balcony barefoot. Through the dazzling dawn light, he could see a golden patch shimmering in the distance.

 

“You’ve sometimes watched Miss Baby playing there, haven’t you?”

 

“Don’t say useless things.”

 

From Erga’s balcony, the garden in the distance could be seen.

 

Elton smiled, unfazed, and continued speaking.

 

“Five years ago, the late Grand Duchess planted that flower—and Miss Baby has made it bloom.”

 

“So….?”

 

“They say the name of that flower is Erga.”

 

“Goodness, the busy baby raccoon is doing all sorts of things,” Erga said with a scoff, as if unimpressed.

 

But Erga gazed at the scene for a long time.

 

“That’s stupid.”

 

Erga muttered and turned his back.

 

But he did not close the window.

 

Behind the boy’s back, a golden light he had never seen before was gleaming.

 

It was a beautiful spring color.

 

Before he knew it, the corners of the boy’s mouth were slightly raised.

 

* * *

 

And then, a week later. The Erga flower that had been pleasing the eyes of the people in the castle showed its true value.

 

“Oh my god, what is this?”

 

“It’s beautiful. I’ve never seen such golden soil before!”

 

As Sephiel had predicted, the soil on the hill where Erga’s flowers grew turned golden.

 

The Erga flower, which started in an old greenhouse at the bottom of the hill, grew bigger and bigger by eating the surrounding herbs and then spread across the hill before finally stopping.

 

And the flower slowly seeped into the existing soil, turning all the soil into gold.

 

“Wow, that’s amazing. The magic power within the soil is incredible.”

 

Elton said in awe as he touched the soil.

 

“Yes!”

 

Sephiel also squatted down and touched the soft soil with her hand.

 

“Ha. So, this was the secret behind the plant my wife tended to.”

 

Daihan, who came out to watch, also had an expression of surprise.

 

“You always said you hated botany, though. But when you set your mind to it, you can master anything in no time.” Elton answered coolly.

 

“Duke uncle, don’t you know everything?”

 

Sephiel spoke after patting the soil for a while.

 

“Well, he just learns faster than most people—by about a hundred times, perhaps? In this world, he can’t connect to the Akashic Dive, which is the dragon technique of passively absorbing all global information like breathing. So he has to actually study to learn things.”

 

There are things that even Daihan doesn’t know.

 

Sephiel somehow found it amusing.

 

“Hey! Can I plant some herbs here?”

 

Sephiel asked with her eyes wide open.

 

“I wanna play plant-growing.”

 

“Hmm. Do whatever you want.” Daihan said.

 

Sephiel was so happy that she wanted to giggle.

 

‘Nice. Herb garden, secured.’

 

The herbs grown in this soil would become enormous, boasting vitality that no other could match.

 

No matter how rare or expensive the herb is.

 

‘Perfect. Once this soil is created, it never disappears. I can keep planting herbs for twenty years straight without issue.’

 

‘Side business, secured.’

 

Sephiel couldn’t hide the smirk on her lips.

 

‘I need to grow medicinal herbs, dry them, and sell them when I have the chance.’

 

* * *

 

And a few days later, the Grand Duke received an unexpected visit.

 

There were several tall women.

 

When they arrived, the Grand Duke’s household began to stir.

 

“Who are they?” Sephiel asked, wide-eyed, peering at them from a balcony.

 

The woman in the lead slowly took off her hood.

 

‘It’s an elf!’

 

The only difference between Lev and the others was that his ears were slightly more pointed and longer.

 

‘Wow, it’s pretty.’ Sephiel blinked in awe.

 

“High elves have come?”

 

“Oh my, it’s the first time they’ve visited since the Grand Duchess passed away.”

 

Elton was soon conversing with them, then approached Sephiel.

 

“Elton?”

 

Sephiel leaned over the railing and called to him.

 

“I don’t know how they found out. They came to find the person who lit the candle flowers.”

 

“Huh?”

 

“They wish to speak with you, Miss Baby. What should we do?”

 

Sephiel blinked, then shyly went down the stairs.

 

“I pay my respects to the future lady of the Grand Duke’s family.”

 

“I heard you did a great job.”

 

The high elves slowly bowed down to Sephiel.

 

Sephiel could feel the surrounding Servants’ eyes filled with shock.

 

“Oh? That’s surprising. These people barely even kneel before the Duke.”

 

“Our race knows how to distinguish between those who are worthy of reverence. We can be loyal to the Grand Duke, but the admiration of our race can only be earned through skill.”

 

‘Huh? Admiration?’

 

Sephiel was quietly shocked.

 

“You really have done something incredible.”

 

* * *