Lady Baby Is a Revenge Maker Chapter 47

“And I went to the amusement park, too. They said I never have to pay for the rest of my life.”

 

Erga let out a small ‘ah’, as if recalling something. He seemed to have vaguely heard about the amusement park that Cherno and Sephiel had created together.

 

“So, you came to brag about it?”

 

“No.” Sephiel shook her head.

 

“You built that amusement park. You didn’t cause any accidents, did you?”

 

“It wasn’t an accident. Even if it was an accident, it would be a good accident.”

 

Sephiel thought proudly.

 

She remembered how confidently she stamped the report with the raccoon seal.

 

How wonderful the amusement park had turned out.

 

For a moment, she imagined Erga might even widen his eyes and say, “Wow, that’s amazing.”

 

‘No, there’s no way he would do that.’

 

Sephiel puffed out her cheeks.

 

“You’ll know when you go.”

 

“Me?”

 

Erga frowned slightly.

 

“Yeah, your gyandpa will probably take you.”

 

“My grandfather doesn’t like me going out.”

 

“Why?”

 

“There’s a reason.”

 

‘Always telling riddles.’

 

Sephiel’s lips stuck out in a pout.

 

Then Erga’s eyes caught something around Sephiel’s neck.

 

“What is that?”

 

The thing hanging around Sephiel’s neck was a necklace made of cloth flowers and rings.

 

It was something Sephiel had made herself during her playing time so that she could carry around the ring that Berry and Marie had given her.

 

“Ah, this is something Beyyi gave me… Do you know Beyyi? It’s the treasure of the succubus clan. She said I could have it.”

 

“You even got a family heirloom?”

 

As Erga seemed to want to see the ring, Sephiel took off the necklace and handed it over.

 

“That’s an interesting thing.”

 

“What is this?”

 

“A ring that allows you to have good dreams that transcend time and space. It’s an item that allows you to have any kind of dream.”

 

“Really?”

 

Sephiel looked at Erga with suspicious eyes.

 

“Why do you look like that? What kind of dreams do you have at night?”

 

“…..”

 

‘Actually, these days I’ve been mostly dreaming about playing and eating. But sometimes I had nightmares. Most of them were of me sitting alone in a cold prison cell.’

 

‘Still, what does it mean to transcend time and space?’

 

‘Could it be that my ability to turn back time was also a type of magic?’

 

Sephiel felt her heart pounding.

 

“How do you use it? Do you know?”

 

“Give it to me.”

 

Sephiel took off the necklace and handed it to Erga.

 

Erga gently touched Sephiel’s ring.

 

“I’ve put magic into it, so you’ll be able to use it someday.”

 

“When is ‘someday’?”

 

‘Might as well let me use it now.’

 

Sephiel clicked her tongue.

 

“You’re getting cheeky. You’re not even scared of me anymore, huh?”

 

“Am I supposed to be scared of you?”

 

The servants in the Grand Duke’s house all adored her, and Daihan and Cherno had basically given her unspoken permission to stay.

 

So Sephiel had grown more confident.

 

“You should be afraid, you’re the prey I almost caught.”

 

“No thanks. If you don’t like me, then you should tell me to go back to the annex.”

 

“……”

 

Erga didn’t answer. But the corners of his mouth loosened a little.

 

‘Oh. He smiled. So he can smile.’

 

Sephiel felt a strange mix of emotions.

 

‘Well, with a personality like that, at least he’s got the looks to make up for it.’

 

‘In the end, what matters in a man is a pure heart and a pretty face. Since the first one was out of the question, he’d better rely on the second.’

 

“Okay, don’t go,” Erga said.

 

“……”

 

“And I prefer the raccoon that makes me laugh over the one that cries.”

 

Erga reached out and gently patted Sephiel’s head.

 

Sephiel lowered her head slightly—then suddenly pulled out the flowers she had brought in her bag.

 

“Here….”

 

Sephiel suddenly held out a flower.

 

“When someone’s sick, you give them flowers.”

 

“Who said that?”

 

“In the book.”

 

Erga looked at Sephiel for a moment.

 

Then the boy turned his gaze to the flower. His eyes looked as if he was looking at something fragile and ready to break.

 

The golden flower looked just like the ones he had seen beyond the balcony.

 

“This is a flower that bloomed from a seed the Gyand Duchess planted before she died.”

 

To be exact, it is a candle flower. It is a flower that blooms after its bud is burned.

 

“My mother grew that flower.”

 

“Yeah, I think so.”

 

“She tried to kill me. But… it doesn’t matter.”

 

Erga received a flower.

 

‘Oh, he still accepts the flowers.’

 

It was the first time Sephiel had ever given someone flowers in this life. She didn’t want to be rejected.

 

‘He didn’t push it away, so… maybe he’s nicer than I thought?’

 

At the same time, Sephiel felt a little sad.

 

‘I don’t even know what my mom looks like…’

 

‘But he… the only memory he had of his mother was a bad one.’

 

Sephiel couldn’t tell who was more pitiful. So Sephiel decided not to pity anyone.

 

“Still, you’re not pitiful. Neither am I.”

 

“……”

 

Erga looked into Sephiel’s eyes.

 

“You were never pitiful from the start. You were too strong to be pitied.”

 

“…… Go. And don’t come back to me again.”

 

“Why? Can’t I meet you?”

 

Sephiel mustered up her courage and asked. Everyone told her not to meet Erga or to avoid him.

 

At first, it sounded like they were worried Erga might hurt her because he was dangerous.

 

‘But I keep feeling like… that’s not the whole story.’

 

“No.”

 

“Why?”

 

“Just do it. Otherwise, you’ll end up like my mother.”

 

“…..”

 

“Go. Now.”

 

Whoosh—the wind blew past. Sephiel blinked.

 

But Erga said nothing more.

 

* * *

 

“You met Young Master Erga?”

 

Berry’s expression turned pale.

 

“Yes…”

 

“Don’t go into the forest again, okay?”

 

“Why?”

 

“That….”

 

Berry bit her lip.

 

“Anyway, it’s not good to go against his wishes.”

 

“But… What has changed?”

 

“After the second seizure—No. Never mind. Just don’t.”

 

Sephiel opened her mouth to speak, but Berry quickly changed the subject with a smile.

 

“More importantly, I have good news for you!”

 

“What Is it?”

 

“Your academic progress has been so impressive that the Duke has decided to bring in a private tutor from outside.”

 

“For me?”

 

Sephiel blinked.

 

Sephiel had been taking classes with Elton every day.

 

“I’m happy just studying with Elton right now.…”

 

“But there is a limit to what we can teach. The Duke said you’ll need a teacher with at least a master’s or doctorate from the Academy.”

 

“But those kinds of people are super expensive!”

 

Naturally—such credentials came with a hefty price tag.

 

It is said that it is difficult to even get into that ‘academy’, and getting a master’s degree or higher is like trying to reach for a star in the sky.

 

And above that, there was the Tower, a realm of the truly elite.

 

To enter the Tower, you had to graduate from the Academy with top honors and earn a master’s degree or higher.

 

Only then could you even dream of joining the Tower as a scholar of magic.

 

Of course, there were the rare true mages who entered without degrees, but they were few and far between.

 

If you weren’t a born mage and wanted to join as a scholar, graduation from the Academy was mandatory.

 

There was even a saying that it was faster to be reborn than getting into the Tower by effort alone.

 

‘In other words, both the Academy and the Tower are pure elite groups.’

 

Of course, in her previous life, Sephiel had been a genius—she had held her own even against the Academy’s PhD candidates.

 

‘All the papers I wrote were published under my brothers’ names.’

 

Her brothers were praised endlessly after becoming students of the Tower or Academy scholars.

 

Meanwhile, Sephiel wasn’t even allowed to step through their gates.

 

“But those kinds of people don’t just take on any student…”

 

‘Those famously arrogant academics are giving me personal tutoring?’

 

“Our Miss Baby is not ‘just anyone’. Such a pretty and smart child will capture their hearts. And besides… The interview has already been scheduled. It’s tomorrow!”

 

“Tomorrow? That’s fast!”

 

“Yes. Tomorrow you’ll meet the candidates and choose your tutor yourself.”

 

‘I’m doing interviews… and picking my own teacher?’

 

Sephiel’s heart pounded a little.

 

Berry told her something else—Sepiel would also be getting a tutor for etiquette.

 

“Since our family hasn’t interacted with society for a long time, we don’t have anyone in-house to teach you manners. So we’ve invited a noblewoman.”

 

“Someone’s actually coming all the way here?”

 

‘Wouldn’t it be hard to get a proper noblewoman to come this far?’

 

“Oh, you’re worrying like such a grown-up! Leave that to the adults. Hoho. The Duke said he’ll fully support your education from now on.”

 

Sephiel was beginning to feel both excited and a little worried.

 

‘What kind of people are the teachers who come from outside the Grand Duke’s family?’

 

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