Lady Baby Is a Revenge Maker Chapter 63

Sephiel spent a happy week with Miella.

 

Of course, most of it was spent debating.

 

“So, in the Dragon-Demon War, this tactic was just plain wrong!”

 

“No matter how cute my niece is, I have to speak the truth. This human wave tactic is the core of the Demons’ tactics!”

 

Berry, Sephiel’s caretaker, had felt a quiet pang of jealousy at the sudden appearance of such a strong “aunt.”

 

But after watching their debates, she thought:

‘Well, if she’s like a teacher as well as a close aunt, I guess it can’t be helped.’

 

Of course, they didn’t just study together. They went for walks, drank tea together, and Sephiel even boasted about her fancy “cookie house.”

 

Miella said with a cold face, “Be careful of cavities,” but she also said it was a nice house.

 

When Miella saw the Hill of Gold and the Grand Duchess’s Garden, however, her eyes took on a truly strange light.

 

“You’re telling me you really made this? You lit those candle-flowers? That wasn’t just a legend? Oh my goodness. unbelievable….”

 

“Yeah. Now I can grow any herb. Here, they all sprout up nice and fast.”

 

“No, this… this is the high elves’ agricultural technique. This can’t be. We should be writing a paper on this right now.”

 

Sephiel puffed up with pride.

 

And at last, the day came for Miella to leave.

 

“I’ll give this to you now.”

 

Miella removed her necklace. It was a portrait locket with a picture of herself and Sephiel’s mother, Lilia.

 

Sepiel fiddled with the locket.

 

“No matter where you are, our family’s love will always be with you.”

 

“Yes, Aunt. Thank you.”

 

After hesitating a moment, Sephiel wrapped her arms around Miella’s neck as she bent down toward her.

 

Miella’s eyes widened in surprise, then she carefully patted Sephiel’s body.

 

Her hands were trembling.

 

Even after their farewells, Miella couldn’t move. She seemed worried about leaving Sephiel alone.

 

“Sephiel. Are you sure you can live well here?”

 

“Mm-hm, I’m fine.”

 

Sephiel smiled brightly and said.

 

“So, Auntie, just do what I told you.”

 

“Yeah, that’s what I want too, but.….”

 

Miella had offered to stay by Sephiel’s side until she was older.

 

But Sephiel shook her head and said:

 

“Aunt, go back to the Magic tower. And rise to a high position there.”

 

There was a reason she made such a request.

 

The Magic Tower is the most important external institution for the Allegro royal family.

 

Originally, it wasn’t the exclusive property of the Allegro Royal Family, but now, it’s become a sort of royal institution, tightly controlled by the Allegro Royal Family.

 

So, the Allegro royal family always used any means necessary to install a direct member of the royal family in the position of the head of the tower, or ‘Magic Tower’.

 

The current Tower Master was none other than the Grand Queen—Yullin, Sephiel’s grandmother, who had tormented her terribly in her past life.

 

‘Yeah, if you want to upset the Allegro royal family, taking control of that place is essential.’

 

The Magic Tower was not a place that anyone could control.

 

A very outstanding wizard or magical scholar. Only such people could be recognized within the Magic Tower.

 

‘My aunt is the perfect candidate, isn’t she?’

 

And she’s an outstanding magical scholar.

 

To be precise, she didn’t wield magic but rather created magical tools and wrote papers on magic.

 

‘Of course, to become Tower Master, you need more than brains—you need political skill and a solid background.’

 

Sephiel could not go directly to the magic tower.

 

She had to fulfill her role here as Erga’s future fiancée, and she was still far too young.

 

‘Besides, why should I, when I have such a capable aunt?’

 

Sephiel chuckled to herself.

 

In her past life, Miella had said some cruel things—but now Sephiel knew that some of it had been true.

 

Like that dream of wanting to rise high in the magic Tower.

 

‘Yeah. I’ll make that dream come true.’

 

And that alone would be a great revenge.

 

Just imagining the Allegro royals, writhing in envy at the sight of Miella—who had no connections—rising to a high position, made Sephiel’s heart sing.

 

Miella, however, looked a little worried.

 

“Sephiel. Did you know? All members of the Magic Tower are currently affiliated with the Allegro Kingdom, so their identities are kept secret. Members of the Magic Tower must obtain permission from the Senate to leave the tower.”

 

The Allegro royal family privatized the tower and prevented its members from escaping.

 

To keep the secrets of magic from being leaked. However, it also offers many privileges, so everyone desperately wants to enter.

 

Sephiel nodded.

 

“Yeah, I know too.”

 

“Good. But I lied to the Tower to come find you, and left without permission. By the time I return, my movements will have been discovered. Which means… I may not just fail to rise—I might be severely punished.”

 

“I came here ready to face expulsion, so I don’t know what will happen once I go back.”

 

Sephiel understood Miella’s words without difficulty.

 

“I know too. If you don’t have connections, the magic tower will punish you severely for even the smallest things.”

 

Connections aside, in Allegro—where they’d love nothing more than to get rid of her—Miella might not even survive after coming here as Sephiel’s tutor.

 

The tower has a master and disciple system.

 

‘No matter how talented, you needed a “school” lineage to rise.’

 

‘So, first, you have to become a ‘disciple’ of a scholar or wizard within the Magic Tower to become a member of the Magic Tower.’

 

Then that master’s master… and their master in turn…

 

That lineage continues.

 

‘So the stronger your master, the higher you can climb.’

 

In such a system, Miella will never be able to rise to prominence.

 

In fact, this return trip might end her future altogether.

 

“How do you know all this about the world…?”

 

“I picked it up in prison. I read the book too….”

 

Miella nodded.

 

‘She is a genius, so that’s possible.’

 

Miella had a naive side to her and was strangely easy to convince.

 

“Yes… my master is a good person, but has no power to shield me from punishment. Behind us, there’s no one.”

 

Expulsion from the Tower—it was a disgrace.

 

Miella worried that, later on, her existence might bring trouble to Sephiel.

 

Sephiel chuckled.

 

“Why is there no one behind Aunt?”

 

“…….”

 

Sepiel smiled, her mouth forming a heart shape.

 

“Who is here?”

 

Sephiel confidently pointed at herself with her little finger.

 

“Huh…?”

 

Miella’s expression turned curious.

 

“Auntie! Cheer up! Don’t worry. I’m here now!”

 

Miella was undeniably a genius when it came to academic pursuits. On top of that, she was reckless and bold enough to plan Sephiel’s kidnapping.

 

But she was also naive enough to be easily used.

 

‘But what if I, who have become so evil, am behind Aunt Miella?’

 

Sephiel wanted to laugh.

 

“And I’ve got a lot of things to do in Allegro. You just support me from behind.”

 

‘So that we can completely break free from Allegro’s grasp.’ Sephiel thought.

 

“What are you thinking about?”

 

Sephiel put her hands on her hips and said brightly,

 

“Just trust me! Just do what I ask for now!”

 

“What… exactly do you want?”

 

“First, just wait. When you return to the Tower, the Senate will hold its trial, but for now, you must hold out and respond with dignity. Then I’ll come to help you.”

 

* * *

 

That night.

 

As Berry left the bedroom, Sephiel abruptly jumped up from her bed.

 

Then she turned on a small lamp and took out the colorful Death Note she had hidden under the bed.

 

2nd place – Guard Loto

3rd place – Eldest brother, Kuron

4th place – Second brother, Heron

5th place – Third brother, Huron

6th place – Tower Master, grandmother Yulin

7th place – Queen Erata

8th place – Mayor Morohan

9th place – Prince Philux

 

The last entry, 10th place – Miella, had been erased.

 

And. The highest rank in the Death Note….

 

The one she had chosen with the utmost care.

 

That was none other than her biological father—King Wittegar III.

 

‘I’ll take away every single thing you value most.’

 

‘As much as I suffered in my past life. As much as you ruined my life and my aunt’s.’

 

‘No… this includes my mother’s share too.’

 

Now that Sephiel knew everything, she had nothing to fear.

 

‘Yes, from now on I…’

 

Grrr.

 

The self inside her that handled vengeance—like a small dog barking fiercely—raised its paw.

 

‘…won’t hold back anymore.’

‘You’re all dead.’

 

‘The goal for my second life will change.’

 

‘Yes, the motto for this life is… Strike first.’

 

Someone once said: In a fight, the one who hits first has a 20% advantage.

 

‘My brothers and father, the top ranks in My Death Note.’

 

The key to getting their leashes was in the Magic Tower.

 

Sephiel pressed her finger firmly on Wittegar’s name at the top of the list.

 

Sepiel made a “hmm” sound and began to write on the next page of the Death Note.

 

Things Father Values Most:

1. His precious three sons (and the rest of the family—excluding me)
2. The National Trading Company, i.e., money
3. Social reputation
4. Political allies
5. The Magic Tower – the Allegro royal family’s power base

 

‘Yes. All of them were worth hitting where it hurt.’

 

‘For the crime of treating your own daughter’s life as less than an insect’s, for the wrongs and sins you committed as king of Allegro… you will pay for all of it.’

 

Sephiel raised the corners of her mouth slightly.

 

‘My father, the highest-ranking person in the Death Note. For you, I’ll prepare…’

 

Sephiel nodded.

 

‘…a customized deluxe revenge course.’

 

Sephiel circled number 5 on the list—Magic Tower.

 

‘Alright. Let’s start by shaking the Tower a little.’

 

She glanced to the side.

 

Her eyes fell on the zigzagging stack of blocks she had carefully built during playtime yesterday.

 

‘Huh. Okay.’

 

She lightly tapped the bottom block with her small hand.

 

‘No matter how well a tower is built, once the foundation is shaken, cracks will slowly form.’

 

Into the Tower, she would plant something.

 

Not just anything—this was a seed for the future.

 

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