Lady Baby Is a Revenge Maker Chapter 46

At that time, Daihan came down.

 

Sephiel entered Daihan’s office together with him, along with a high elf woman who introduced herself as an elder.

 

The woman revealed her name as “Brienne.”

 

And the two heard a surprising fact from Brienne.

 

“You and my wife were growing candle flowers together?”

 

“Yes. About eight years ago, we gave the late Grand Duchess seeds of the candle flowers, a flower that has been passed down through our race.”

 

“Ha. So she was doing something like that without even telling me.”

 

Daihan clicked his tongue.

 

“It was at our request,” Brienne said.

 

“As you know, our race is just waiting for the day to leave this world. Unlike other elves, we high elves are very sensitive to changes in magic.”

 

“Yeah.” Daihan said.

 

“So, the magical environment of this world has recently changed, and we are very sensitive to it, so we have been developing a potion that calms the magical power of the body. Among them, there are some recipes for special potions that are very difficult to cultivate—”

 

“Was the goal to create fields of that golden soil and grow it there?”

 

“Yes. The Grand Duchess instructed us to do so. And….”

 

Brienne made a strange expression.

 

“The sight of the candle flowers in full flame… She wanted to show that scene to the Grand Duke as a surprise love confession. That was her plan. So we worked together toward that goal.”

 

“……”

 

Sephiel and Daihan looked at each other.

 

A subtle smile played on Daihan’s lips.

 

‘Just what kind of person was the Grand Duchess when she was healthy? Still… I think I can see the charm.’

 

Sephiel felt her cheeks burning for some reason.

 

‘Oh, but I’m glad my prediction was right.’

 

“But that’s not the only reason for growing the Candle Flower, is it?” Sephiel asked.

 

“Yes, that’s right. The Grand Duchess also wished to help us high elves. That’s why… we’d like to try cultivating a few ancient plants inside that field. Would that be alright?”

 

‘Wait, what?’

 

Sephiel felt like crying a little.

 

‘My, my side business.’

 

It was Sephiel’s small ambition to grow herbs and raise slush funds.

 

‘But if they start using the golden soil field…!’

 

Still, since the Candle Flower originally belonged to them, she couldn’t exactly protest.

 

“In exchange,” Brienne said.

 

“We will offer the full support of our people to the young lady here. Ah, come to think of it… I believe sir Elton referred to her as ‘Miss Baby.’”

 

Sephiel pricked up her ears.

 

“You’ll grow herbs and share them with me too?”

 

“Of course. Whatever herbs you’d like, we’ll grow and share them with you.”

 

“Will you give me cloth, too?”

 

“Cloth, you say? You’re welcome to use any of our race’s weaving techniques.”

 

Daihan had an expression on his face as if he was seeing something strange.

 

* * *

 

That night, Sephiel was able to sleep soundly with her feet stretched out.

 

‘Hehe. Once again, the evil me has succeeded in winning favor.’

 

Sephiel wanted to giggle because Daihan seemed to be in a much better mood these days.

 

‘While the house was without its master, I’ve been living pretty comfortably.’

 

Cherno is so busy with business these days, and Erga is nowhere to be seen.

 

‘So there’s nothing wrong with getting on the good side of Daihan, the actual head of the household and the Duke himself.’

 

‘To be honest, this was the first time an adult was so kind to me.’

 

If she could soften the Grand Duchess’s final memory even just a little… she wanted to do that.

 

‘So, everything’s mostly resolved now…’

 

But there was one person’s name that pierced a corner of her heart.

 

‘Is Erga… really sick?’

 

Sephiel stared at the snacks in front of her.

 

The tea-time snack tower, once only three layers, had recently grown to five.

 

At first glance, it seems that Daihan set Sephiel’s food expenses at ‘infinite’.

 

After munching on a cookie, Sepiel clapped her small hands together as she’d been taught, brushing off the crumbs.

 

“Hey, Marie.”

 

Sephiel asked hesitantly.

 

“Is he… okay? Can I go visit him?”

 

“I’m sorry… but that might not be a good idea,”

 

Marie, who was organizing Sephiel’s clothes, trailed off.

 

“Please be careful not to run into the young master, even by accident. His mood hasn’t been good lately.”

 

Sephiel felt a little confused but simply answered, “Okay.”

 

* * *

 

‘Hmm. But still…’

 

Sephiel looked at the vase. There were a few Erga flowers in it, just picked that morning.

 

‘Has Erga… never seen this flower?’

 

Maybe it was the Grand Duchess’s last message, a flower she’d left behind in place of a will.

 

‘A flower that bloomed just for him, one that even bears his name.’

 

Sephiel suddenly thought that she should give that flower to Erga.

 

That was the thought that occurred to her.

 

‘Yeah… With the preservation magic on the vase, even if I take one out, it’ll last at least a day, right?’

 

She wanted to give him the whole vase, but it was too heavy to carry.

 

She wanted to give him the whole vase, but it was too heavy to carry.

 

And then, she headed to Erga’s tree house.

 

A cozy cabin built atop a tree—Erga’s sanctuary.

 

‘Every time I see it, I want one too.’

 

Sephiel, standing under the tree, looked up at the tree house and thought.

 

Ever since Erga had fallen ill, Sephiel had occasionally climbed up there to enjoy the open view.

 

‘Sorry. But I never touched anything. I’ve only ever looked around. I never stepped inside.’

 

But sometimes, there were traces of someone coming and going inside the treehouse.

 

There were also increases in things that were not there before.

 

Every time, Sephiel could tell:

 

‘He comes here sometimes.’

 

‘I’ll just leave the flower and go.’

 

That flower will only last for a day and then fall apart like the other flowers.

 

‘Please let it rain. If it rains, he might go out. And if he goes out… maybe he’ll come here. I hope he finds it before tomorrow.’

 

Sephiel muttered in her mind.

 

Ever since the incident in the Grand Duchess’s garden, Berry and Marie had become strangely stiff whenever the name “Erga” was mentioned, so Sephiel couldn’t bring herself to ask them to deliver the flowers.

 

“Now I can even climb trees well.”

 

Sephiel’s feet were itchy. These days, her limbs had grown stronger and her body had become healthier.

 

Be careful not to crush the flowers.  And be careful with new clothes.

 

Today Sephiel was wearing a blue dress with puff sleeves and a white apron.

 

She tapped her feet against the ground, then swiftly clung to the tree and began to climb up.

 

“Ugh…”

 

When she grabbed the branch closest to the tree house, she was struggling.

 

In the blink of an eye, her hands slipped and her body swayed.

 

‘Huh? I’m falling?!’

 

At that moment, a firm hand suddenly grabbed Sephiel’s arm.

 

“Aaah!”

 

Sephiel’s body was lifted up.

 

“Huh?”

 

Sephiel opened her mouth slightly.

 

Erga’s expressionless face was before her eyes.

 

No matter how many times she saw it, it always startled her a little—such a beautiful face.

 

Erga stared at Sephiel as if she were a complete stranger.

 

“It’s me, it’s me!”

 

Sephiel suddenly came to her senses and shouted.

 

“Do you… remember me? You’re recognizing me, right?”

 

“You don’t have to shout like that. There’s no other raccoon scampering around here like you.” Erga replied dryly.

 

“Right? You weren’t trying to fall to your death, were you, troublemaker?”

 

“No!” Sephiel answered quickly.

 

Erga looked surprisingly fine, only a little pale.

 

“Why are you breaking into someone else’s house?”

 

Erga leaned his head close to Sephiel.

 

His golden eyes were mysteriously shining under the sunlight.

 

“Do you live here?”

 

“Nope.”

 

“Then it’s not your house, is it…?” Sephiel mumbled timidly.

 

Erga frowned at Sephiel, then slowly reached out and gave her face a light tap—on the tip of her nose and her forehead.

 

“So this is what you look like,” Erga said.

 

“Yes…”

 

Sephiel nodded obediently.

 

“So. What is it?”

 

“Me too.”

 

“You too, what?”

 

“I got a house too.”

 

“What…?”

 

“House made of candy….”

 

“…..”

 

Erga made a face of bewilderment.

 

Sephiel’s pale cheeks began to turn pink.

 

‘I pity you who does not know the greatness of the candy house!’

 

Sephiel grumbled quietly in her mind.

 

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