Lady Baby Is a Revenge Maker Chapter 48

The next day.

 

“Okay, baby, choose the person you like as your teacher.”

 

Elton guided Sephiel to the prepared interview location.

 

‘These people are the candidates to be my future teachers?’

 

Sephiel was able to see the faces of the professors at the ‘Academy’ that she had only heard of.

 

“Wow! So this is the young lady we’ve heard so much about!”

 

“You’re just as cute as I heard!”

 

“Absolutely lovely!”

 

As soon as Sephiel entered the interview room, people started chatting.

 

Some even stood up and applauded.

 

‘What’s this?’

 

Sephiel was surprised and hid behind Elton.

 

“Oh my, why are you hiding behind me? Today must be my lucky day,” he chuckled.

 

“What nonsense are you spouting? What’s wrong with those people?” Sephiel whispered.

 

“Hm? What do you mean? They’re simply calling a cute person cute…”

 

“What exactly did you tell them in the job posting?”

 

“This one?”

 

Elton handed her the <Job Posting Notice>.

 

Sephiel read it and was left speechless.

 

‘You actually posted this insane announcement?’

 

<Job Posting>

 

Qualifications: Masters or doctorate degree or higher from an academic institute.

 

Salary: XXXXX gold coins.

 

From this point on, Sephiel nearly passed out from disbelief.

 

‘How much are they spending just to hire a teacher for a little kid?’

 

But that wasn’t even the real issue.

 

Position Details:

 

Teaching the future lady (age 5) of the Principality’s Royal Duke’s household.

 

• -Must fully embrace and appreciate the young lady’s cuteness.
• -Must be able to praise her loveliness daily.
• -Must be capable of composing academic papers on said loveliness.
• Looking for someone who can treat the little genius with utmost care as if handling delicate glass.
• -Must acknowledge that the young lady is the cutest being in the world.
• -One who will not reveal to the outside what happened in the castle
• -Failure to do so may result in loss of life and a written waiver of bodily harm must be signed.

Even Remdragon’s seal was stamped on it.

 

‘Seriously? The legendary Grand Duke’s family posted this job description—and actual master’s and doctoral scholars believed it and applied?’

 

‘It was hard to know where to begin objecting. Anyone would think it was a joke.’

 

‘And you posted this as a public notice at the Academy?’

 

Sephiel knew how the Academy’s recruitment notices were posted.

 

The bulletin board in the central plaza of the Academy. Important notices are posted there.

 

‘Why is it always my dignity that gets sacrificed?’

 

Her head hurt just watching it.

 

“This… This is a bit much, isn’t it…?”

 

“Yes?”

 

“There are so many cute kids in the world.…”

 

‘That’s because you haven’t seen many children.…’ Sephiel wanted to add that.

 

“There’s no way there’s another child as cute as you in this world! You must be mistaken, Miss Baby!” Elton said seriously.

 

“Let’s stop talking now before it gets any worse…”

 

The more this went on, the more humiliating it got.

 

“Well then, moving on to the next part of the interview: Singing a children’s song to delight Miss Baby. If she gets excited and joins in with dance moves, you pass!”

 

“Elton!”

 

Sephiel felt like she was going to die from embarrassment.

 

Singing and dancing to nursery songs was something she only did when Berry and Marie sang duets for her.

 

And even then, it was just because they were so happy it made her join in.

 

“I also have a private life!”

 

“Is that so? Then, let’s proceed with the next item we mentioned earlier: Writing an impromptu poem about the cuteness of Miss Baby……”

 

Sephiel was at her limit. She was about to pass out from pure embarrassment.

 

‘Wait a minute, Elton is teasing me, right?’

 

Knowing his secretly mischievous nature, he would have been able to do that.

 

“That’s enough, Elton!”

 

Sephiel clenched her fists and raised her voice.

 

But before she could say more, the scholars all raised their hands.

 

“I’ll do it!”

 

“I’ll recite an acrostic poem using her name!”

 

“I can even paint a baby portrait of her!”

 

In truth, there were only three applicants, but it felt like a dozen people had gathered.

 

Everyone was desperate to flatter Sephiel just a little more.

 

‘They are surprisingly enthusiastic.’

 

The massive salary offered clearly had a powerful pull.

 

‘Or maybe it’s the halo effect of the legendary Grand Duke’s family.’

 

Sephiel let out a small sigh.

 

“I’ll just do the interview myself.”

 

“Oh, really?”

 

Sephiel really wanted to glare at Elton, who was smiling brightly as usual.

 

“Then, let’s begin the interview,” Elton said.

 

“Yes! Ask me anything.”

 

“I have a lot of experience as a private tutor.”

 

“My lady, I can speak ancient language too.”

 

“……”

 

Sephiel slowly observed each of them. Carefully. And she quickly realized—

 

‘These people…’

 

She gulped, a lump catching in her throat.

 

‘They’re all spies!’

 

Candidate #1:

 

“Haha, I’m confident I can handle any task!”

 

His speech had a Western dialect.

 

Plus, the scar on his second finger.

 

‘That’s the spot where Western Intelligence Guild operatives make their oath scars!’

 

They often carry poison hidden in their mouths and swallow it in emergencies.

 

Candidate #2:

 

“I’m the youngest ever master’s graduate from the Academy.”

 

‘Yeah, I know you. One of my father’s favorite spies.’

 

This guy was one of her father’s top agents.

 

He specialized in infiltrating noble families as a private tutor, extracting information, or brainwashing people.

 

Moreover, his master’s degree from the academy was also real.

 

‘They’ve sent elite agents, huh?’

 

Sephiel recognized the man immediately.

 

Naturally, Sephiel’s eyes turned to the last candidate.

 

“I’m good at economics. I can do anything.”

 

“Really? Then you must know accounting too?”

 

“Of course.”

 

“Then teach me how to use this ledger. Right here. Oh, and—do you happen to know how to do a double-entry ledger? I read about it in a book…”

 

“W-what? Double-entry? But why…”

 

The last candidate hesitated, as if suspecting the question was too advanced for a child to be asking.

 

“It’s from a book. Don’t know how to do it? Then you can’t be my tutor.”

 

Threatening. Sephiel played the threat card to test the last candidate.

 

‘But evil little me doesn’t mind using any method.’

 

At that, the candidate flinched and began explaining, trying to read Sephiel’s expression.

 

“A-actually, yes, I do know it! So, you balance it like this on one side, and then on the other side, with a different item… Yes, yes. Do you understand? Oh wow, you’re truly a genius baby!”

 

‘Got him.’ Sephiel thought.

 

The third candidate was just as suspicious.

 

‘Probably a spy from the Volun.’

 

Each country had its own way of manipulating their books, so Sephiel could detect double accounting just by looking at the way the numbers were written.

 

‘Of course. What kind of normal person would come running the moment they saw a job posting like that? Especially scholars from the Academy who are famous for their arrogance.’

 

“Are these all the candidates?”

 

Finally, Sephiel looked at the candidates with cold eyes.

 

“Ah, there’s one more. But they’re late.”

 

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

 

“Seems like they just arrived. Please, come in.”

 

The door opened, and someone stepped inside.

 

“Sorry, I’m late. My carriage wheel broke down on the way here.”

 

A woman takes in a slightly ragged breath.

 

‘Ah… it’s her…’

 

Sephiel’s heart began pounding.

 

Of course it would—her face was all too familiar.

 

She wore traveler’s boots and a long coat that looked tailored for a man.

 

A young woman who seemed to be in her mid-twenties. At first glance, her face seemed attractive.

 

“That woman is also a candidate?”

 

“A woman is a doctoral?”

 

The other tutor candidates murmured, eyeing her up and down.

 

“Yes, I submitted my application. I have a doctorate from the Academy. Here’s the certificate.”

 

She responded bluntly, unfazed.

 

Sephiel knew her name.

 

‘Miss Miella.’

 

Sephiel felt a tight pain in her chest.

 

She had been the only private tutor who taught her in her past life.

 

Sephiel fidgeted with her small hands and bowed her head.

 

‘And she ranked tenth… on my Death Note list.’

 

* * *

 

All the other people who were ranked in the Death Note are enemies.

 

People who had tormented and hurt Sepiel.

 

But Miella was a little different.

 

In her previous life, Miella was someone who came to the underground prison to teach Sephiel when Sephiel was about six years old.

 

She’d volunteered.

 

< I am a doctorate holder from the Academy, and the youngest member of the Mage Tower. People in both groups are very talented. So those born with exceptional talent, like me, have a duty to give back. Even if a life is not worthy of being born, deserves a chance to learn how to speak and write.>

 

<Be grateful for this opportunity and acknowledge your own existence.>

 

<You are the root of trouble in this country.>

 

That was the first thing she said to Sephiel, adjusting her glasses with a cold expression.

 

Although Sephiel’s existence was top secret, the inner circle of Allegro’s ruling power, the elders, and some of the people of the Tower knew of Sephiel’s existence.

 

‘Right. Miella was part of the Mage Tower, but also a scholar at the Academy.’

 

If the Academy is a kind of upper school where talented people from all over the world gather, then the tower is a place where only those with special talents can enter.

 

It housed the last few remaining mages in the world and was mostly composed of “magisters,” experts in magical science.

 

A herbalist was also a type of magician.

 

‘The role of magicians is to develop and produce numerous magical tools and potions.’

 

The tower was located in the capital of the Allegro.

 

‘So the Magic Tower is the center and source of Allegro’s royal power.’

 

Naturally, only magicians or those with a talent for magic could enter the Magic Tower.

 

In particular, it was a very secretive place, much more difficult to enter than the academy.

 

Besides, the identities of the members are secret.

 

Previous life. At that time, Miella had been chosen from the Tower to teach Sephiel.

 

She’d been taught by the elders of the tower that Sephiel was a “seed of sin that must be purified, the curse of the kingdom.”

 

Because of that, she had treated Sephiel harshly.

 

‘But Miss Miella was really competent. She really taught me well.’

 

Even though she hated Sephiel and didn’t even want to touch her, she gave Sephiel advice that’s helped her survive.’

 

<Trust no one, always find a way to survive on your own.>

 

Looking back, Sephiel thought Miella might have recognized her genius even back then.

 

Of course, she never praised Sephiel.

 

She’d just say, “This is average,” or “Nothing special. Don’t get cocky.”

 

‘So I didn’t even know I was smart. Maybe it would’ve been better if I’d never found out.’

 

‘And seriously, just because I was her student, she could’ve been a little nicer to a kid.’

 

In any case, Miella remained a strange figure in Sephiel’s memory.

 

‘I do hate Miss Miella. But it’s not the same hatred I feel for the others on the Death Note.’

 

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