Lady Baby Is a Revenge Maker Chapter 52

At that moment, Daihan entered the room.

 

“Baby Raccoon, let’s see if your skills have improved today.”

 

“Yes!”

 

Sephiel sat in front of the chessboard, swinging his feet as she answered.

 

Tap. Daihan touched Sephiel’s king.

 

“Hmm, now your win rate is about fifty-fifty… You’re improving quickly. Really impressive. A genius like you is rare among humans.”

 

“Hehehe.”

 

Sephiel looked at Daihan across from het.

 

Daihan smiled faintly.

 

“Actually, I’ll be away from the estate again. There’s something I need to do in the West.”

 

“Oh…..”

 

At the word ‘West’, Sephiel realized Daihan would be gone on a mercenary job again.

 

‘Would he be gone for months, like last time?’

 

‘A house is different when the Grand Duke is home or not.’

 

In a house where there is an owner, the rascals wouldn’t dare make foolish moves.

 

‘Should I ask for Miss Miella to be dismissed?’

 

‘I’m not sure yet, but Marie and Berry also said that there was something strange about the teacher.’

 

‘But… the lessons with Miella were too valuable. It was difficult and intense, but it was really fun.’

 

Sephiel, who had been hesitating, quickly erased her complicated thoughts and smiled brightly.

 

“It’s okay. I’ll be fine on my own.”

 

“Yeah. You’re a good kid.” Daihan said softly.

 

“But Uncle, are you… leaving right away?”

 

Sephiel asked, unable to hide her disappointment.

 

“This time, it won’t take long. Just a few days.”

 

“Yes!”

 

‘That was a relief.’

 

‘Ah, I’m getting sleepy again.’

 

They chatted for a little longer until Sephiel yawned.

 

“Are you sleepy? Isn’t it a little early for a nap?”

 

“Mhm… But, lately I’ve been sleepy all the time. I… think I’m growing taller…”

 

It wasn’t just her imagination.

 

Even during Miella’s lessons, she’d been dozing off sometimes.

 

‘Am I catching a cold?’ Sephiel thought.

 

In the end, she skipped class that day and took an early nap.

 

Later that afternoon, when she woke up, Sephiel realized she had missed the lesson.

 

He was told Miella had waited for a while and then left.

 

“Nooo!”

 

They were supposed to go over unsolved math formulas that day.

 

Sephiel pouted, bouncing her bottom in frustration, but Berry comforted her, saying they still had time tomorrow.

 

“But this is strange. You’ve been sleeping a lot lately. Hmm… The parenting books say kids sleep less as they grow. Maybe we should call a doctor.”

 

Berry, who knew a bit of medicine, examined Sephiel thoroughly. Other than the increase in sleep, she was perfectly fine.

 

‘What’s happening to my body?’

 

Sephiel felt uneasy.

 

It was nice to sleep in Berry and Marie’s beautifully washed and cherished pajamas, holding her dolls.

 

‘But at the end of my past life…’

 

In her final memories of that life, Sephiel had been trapped alive inside a giant test tube—unable to die even if she wanted to.

 

Back then, the only thing she could do was sleep.

 

‘I don’t want that. Besides, I enjoy every day now. Sleeping feels like a waste.’

 

Sephiel furrowed her brows. Something definitely felt wrong.

 

‘Mmm… sleepy. I’ll think more after I sleep a bit…’

 

* * *

 

Miella was standing in the room.

 

The room given to her by the Grand Duke was large and clean.

 

However, Miella didn’t bring many personal belongings, so the room was hardly filled with new items.

 

Except for one suitcase and a large instrument case.

 

Miella slowly opened the instrument case.

 

There was an old violin inside.

 

Miella slid her fingers into the grooves of the violin case.

 

Click, a hidden secret space opened.

 

‘Yes. With these… with these tools, I can get what I want.’

 

Miella looked down at the exposed objects and raised the corners of her mouth.

 

Just then there was a commotion in the hallway.

 

Miella quickly closed the case, opened the door a little, and looked outside.

 

“Miss Baby! Come here!”

 

“Heehee, catch me if you can! I’m over here!”

 

Sephiel was running around in the hallway.

 

‘Another game of tag?’

 

Sephiel popped out from behind a corner.

 

Berry and Marie clapped their hands in delight at the sight of Sephiel suddenly appearing.

 

‘Playing like a child. So immature.’

 

Miella’s mouth twisted, but her eyes did not leave Sephiel’s crown for a while.

 

At that moment Sephiel turned her head.

 

Clack. Miella quickly shut the door.

 

“Sephiel…”

 

Miella muttered the name under her breath.

 

Her eyes held the gaze of a hunter fixated on its prey.

 

‘I will never give up. No matter what…’

 

Miella closed her eyes.

 

—Tok Tok.

 

Then someone knocked on the door. It was Loria.

 

“Um, I have something to discuss with you.”

 

Miella frowned for a moment.

 

Miella picked up the violin case and placed it under the table in the middle of the room.

 

‘As long as I work here, I can’t refuse her completely. How troublesome.’

 

Miella reluctantly left the room.

 

* * *

 

“Marie. Catch me!”

 

Sephiel, playing on the third floor, called out as she ran toward the staircase.

 

“Miss Baby!”

 

Marie’s voice was bright and playful as she chased after her.

 

Sephiel ran down the stairs and hid herself against the shadowy wall.

 

“So, about Miss Baby’s education. I think we need to share some information…”

 

Loria was walking with Miella, saying something.

 

Sephiel reflexively pressed herself flat against the wall before pushing herself away.

 

“Miss Baby?”

 

Marie’s voice called for her from the third floor. Sephiel’s lips curved into a sly grin.

 

Miella’s guest room was on the third floor—right next to the stairs.

 

Tiptoeing so Marie wouldn’t notice, thump, Sephiel slipped into Miella’s room.

 

‘I’m sorry, Miss Miella. But I’m not a child so naive as to completely trust a suspicious person from the Magic Tower.’

 

‘Believe it or not, this is my second life.’

 

Sephiel moved on her toes and carefully looked around the room.

 

‘I’ll just look around and see if there’s anything suspicious.’

 

At that moment, Sephiel’s gaze stopped at something.

 

It was a necklace that was found on the table.

 

‘Huh? This pendant…’

 

Locket-style necklace, beautifully adorned with floral engravings on its surface.

 

Sephiel stood on her tiptoes to get a closer look.

 

‘This one opens up inside, right? Yeah… this is the same one Miss Miella always wore in my past life.’

 

Sephiel reached out to it as if possessed.

Then—

 

—Tap. Tap.

 

Someone’s footsteps echoed outside the room.

 

‘Not good.’

 

Sephiel crawled under the table.

 

Fortunately, it didn’t seem to be Miella; the footsteps soon faded away.

 

“Ouch!”

 

Sephiel, who had been hiding under the table, reflexively got up and hit her head.

 

‘Huh? What’s this?’

 

That’s when she noticed something under the table.

 

‘A violin case?’

 

Sephiel observed it with strange eyes.

 

‘Miss Miella knew how to play an instrument? But I heard the one area she had absolutely no talent in was the arts, including music…’

 

‘Hmm.’

 

Inside Sephiel, a small dog-like version of herself gave a low, suspicious growl.

 

It’s the same thing when something suspicious comes up.

 

* * *

 

A few days later.

 

Sephiel, who had been feeling sleepy all the time, had mostly recovered.

 

‘Hmm… maybe I was just imagining it.’

 

Still a bit drowsy, she entered her etiquette class.

 

But not long after class began, she felt drowsy again.

 

While massaging Sephiel’s hands and feet, who was always dozing off, Loria suddenly brought up the topic of Miella.

 

“Miss Baby. I think that Miss Miella thinks badly of the Grand Duke because she’s an outsider.”

 

“Yes?”

 

“She said the people of Grand Duke are hard to read… and she even said they look down on humans.”

 

“What…?”

 

Sephiel blinked her big eyes and looked at her.

 

‘Why are you telling me that?’

 

She had begged Marie to tell her things like this before, but this time she hadn’t even asked.

 

Besides, Marie was reluctant and only told objective facts and was careful with her words.

 

‘Is this some kind of gossip?’

 

Sephiel thought to herself.

 

‘Even if it’s true, is it really appropriate to tell a five-year-old straight out?’

 

Loria continued to whisper, seemingly unaware of Sephiel’s true feelings.

 

“You know, that’s probably why the vassals of the Grand Duke don’t seem to like that woman very much. Should I say she’s a stranger among people?”

 

“……”

 

“And how can she be so cold? You’re so young and delicate, but she pushes you to study so harshly. And she’s always saying, ‘If anyone interrupts my lessons, I’ll quit on the spot.’” Loria whispered.

 

“It’s such an important position, being your private teacher. Isn’t it strange to let someone from another country take it?”

 

Sephiel kept blinking and listening silently, and Loria, encouraged by what she thought was agreement, raised her voice a little more.

 

“Um… but Uncle Duke picked her. If I say, ‘I don’t like studying,’ he’ll get mad.”

 

Sephiel played dumb and kept talking.

 

As soon as she mentioned “the Duke,” Loria’s expression changed completely.

 

“But you see, this book says, ‘Good adults don’t talk badly about others,’ right? You said that last time, Madam Loria. So… which one’s right?”

 

Sephiel spoke innocently, like a child who knew nothing.

 

<Guide for Young Nobles, Vol. 1 – Let’s learn some good manners.>

 

It was written in a colorful children’s etiquette book.

 

Sephiel’s finger was pointing to the exact page where the words appeared.

 

Loria froze, her smiling face stiffening.

 

“Oh my, haha. I made a slip of the tongue, please ignore it. Miss Baby is just so tiny and cute—and smart, too! I must’ve forgotten and treated you like a grown lady.”

 

“Mm, really?”

 

“Yes. Haha. I think you should know what I know too. You know this is all a misunderstanding, right?”

 

“Hmm…..”

 

Sephiel looked at Loria carefully.

 

Sephiel’s expression, not at all like a child’s, made Loria grow visibly nervous, a bead of sweat forming on her forehead.

 

‘It’s true that Miss Miella is suspicious, and I do have a lot of mixed feelings about her.’

 

‘Besides, even though I’ve lived my previous life as a fool, I still wouldn’t fall for such an obvious attempt to stir things up.’

 

‘Well… I’ll let it slide for now.’

 

Sephiel looked at Loria like that and nodded.

 

Sephiel has grown a lot and become more mature since coming here.

 

‘The world of adults is complicated.’

 

Sephiel thought.

 

‘If I say I don’t want etiquette lessons from a local noble like Loria, it could cause trouble. That’s a line I don’t want to cross just yet.’

 

“Mm, okay. I understand. Please continue with the lesson, Madam Loria.”

 

“Hehehe. Of course, Miss Baby. I’m sorry about earlier.”

 

“You say sorry, then thank you next. Right? Thank you.”

 

“Yes. You remember what I taught you. Oh my, you’re so cool, Miss Baby!”

 

Loria continued her lesson, speaking loudly.

 

Sephiel wanted to sigh internally.

 

‘Even as a kid, I still have to live in society.’

 

Treat people equally, whether you like them or not, to avoid making enemies.

 

That’s what she’d heard was the foundation of good relationships.

 

‘Well… if I think of it that way, I guess this counts as studying too.’

 

* * *