The Baby Raising A Devil Chapter 203

[I am the 36th pillar, Storas. Who is it that summoned me?]

He looked around and fixed his gaze on me, who was holding etwal.

[Daughter of the abandoned god. How unpleasant.]

Then, the etwal lit up with blue light.

[How dare you!]

[Even after several centuries, your stupidity never gets better. It's deplorable. You're no better than Boone.]

[How dare you compare me to Boone. My fire will not forgive you!]

[Then I'll give you a taste of despair.]

As I was watching the two of them fight silently, Etwal shone once more and I heard Chul-soo's voice.

[There is such a disease in the world I live in..]

[Second grade of middle school student disease*.]

*TL note: It's a slang meaning that they are narcissistic or too proud of themselves as usually, middle school students acted like that.

I don't know what the disease is, but their argument became more heated.

Pur and Storas were staring at each other as if to rip each other apart. I think it will be more severe so I intervened between them.

“Stop, stop.”

If they fight, the office will be destroyed.

Pur groaned and backed away.

[You kept being tied to humans. You haven't grown a bit since Ivan's time. Stupid thing.]

Ivan?

I opened my eyes and looked at Pur, then it gritted its teeth and looked at Storas.

[What's wrong with me helping a follower of…… Ugh!]

Before Pur could finish speaking, his body caught fire.

“Pur!”

I screamed and tried to catch him, but before that, it turned to ashes and disappeared.

When my face turned pale, fortunately, Pur's jewel in my etwal, shone. It seemed that he had returned to the etwal safely.

But there was no answer when I asked if he was okay. It was as if he couldn't hear me.

[If you break the rules, you should be punished. It won't be able to communicate with you for a while.]

“What does that mean? Why is he punished? Pur never followed Ivan. The one it followed is the warrior Tesla.”

[That's funny. Humans are funny, they erased the name of the traitor who disobeyed god and called him a warrior.]

“No way, Ivan and Tesla…?”

It raised its eyebrows and sat down on the sofa. Silence was a sufficient answer.

He was a follower of the evil god, so he would not have been able to record his merits. Ivan's name was deleted and he recorded it under the pseudonym Tesla.

The genealogy of the child of the evil god did not lead to Ivan-TeslI. It was Ivan (Tesla) – me.

The Duke of Marche wanted to take Tesla's record no matter what because the record included one of Marche's vassals helping Tesla.

In other words, the Duke of Marche helped the evil god.

Because the temple was aware of this, it was able to control the Duke of Marche until now.

They couldn't talk.

Because they were restrained like Pur.

So how can Storas speak?

I recalled Pur's words and I approached Storas and said,

“Among the devils, those who follow the god Neliard and evil god are divided. Those who follow evil god are being restricted. Because the evil god was defeated by the god Neliard. Right?”

[You're smarter than I thought.]

But it was weird.

I couldn't put Pymon inside my etwal, even though I could do it with Pur.

I could do so to Pur because it's a follower of evil god. But Pymon…

People who can't see the devil looked at me with bewildered faces.

“Lady, is there something here?”

“…… Yes.”

“The summoning was successful!”

As Seria spoke with a happy face, Trigon said.

“Then what's its ability?”

“It seems difficult to acquire this ability. Judging from the ability, I guess its wishes won't be an easy one too..”

[You're really clever.]

Storas raised the corners of its mouth as I sighed and asked.

“So what's your wish?”

Its body glowed red as soon as I asked. Eventually, it turned into an owl and flew as it landed on the window sill.

“Erase all traces of that girl from the world.”

The people who finally saw the devil exchanged glances with bewildered expressions.

I asked, narrowing my brow.

“What trace?”

“Meria grass.”

“Have you got any clue about meria grass yet?”

The thing that I threatened Taylor with?

How did it become like this?

“So, does that mean that the woman that Storas resents so much is the goddess?”

“Things of this era are really funny. Do you only call a fool a goddess?”

“She's not a goddess?”

“God shared the power of light with her, but she's a fool who wasted the power of the gods only on making grass.”

Seria, who was listening to my conversation with Storas, said.

“Isn't meria grass a legendary herb? How do we…….”

“I know where it is.”

“If so, I'm glad.”

“It's not something to be glad about…”

As I frowned, the people around me were confused.

In the future, antibiotics will become common medicine for everyone. Other than its cheap price, it's also very effective. In this day and age, people are still dying from colds. This is because it easily spreads to pneumonia, and antibiotics suppress it.

Some say that medicine can be divided into before and after the invention of antibiotics.

Seeing me agonizing, the chairman asked, realizing that the meria grass was very important.

“First of all, ask about its ability. If its ability is useless, we wouldn't need to go so far right?”

Right, that's it!

I looked again at Storas who had transformed into a handsome man.

It slowly pulled the corners of his mouth.

“I have all the knowledge you need. Even some special things that Pymon doesn't know.”

“Something special?”

“I could tell you about the jewel that can summon devils and their abilities.”

“No way, so the temple…….”

“It's the devil's ability.”

I glanced around at the people.

“Wouldn't there be any need for antibiotics? Humanity can survive with will.”

“Anti… biotics, I don't know what it is, but is it a very important drug for mankind?”

“Yes, but I need that ability!”

When I pouted my lips, everyone was bewildered.

Returning to the mansion, I put my hands on my temples and pondered.

In my head, it felt like the nice Leblaine with the angel wings and the bad Leblaine with the devil horn were fighting.

How many people would die without antibiotics? Think of them

There are treatments out there that have similar effects without antibiotics. They just need to get purification from the priest.

Do you know how expensive it is to get purification from a priest? Commoners won't be able to get it even if they work for a lifetime. Without antibiotics, they would die.

Who cares? My family and friends can receive purification from the priest.

“What is it, kid? Why are you doing that?”

While I was thinking intensely, Isaac said to me.

I sighed and rubbed my cheek against the desk.

“I have something to worry about… But Isaac, why are you wearing a robe?”

“I'm going to the hospital.”

“You're going to visit someone?”

Or are you going to kill someone?

Henry patted my head lightly and said.

“The Marquis of Shuheil might die.”

“Marquis Shuheil, Duke of Marche's nephew? The father of Isaac's friend Edgar?”

Isaac said “He's not my friend.” but Henry nodded his head.

“They said he had to cut off his leg in the aftermath of torture.”

“Didn't he get the priest's purification?”

“Looks like it.”

Isaac shrugged.

I grabbed my chin and muttered.

“… Purification didn't work.”

“It could be…”

Henry smiled ambiguously.

“If not?”

“It could be done on purpose. Marquis Shuheil would have called a high priest, and there's no way he couldn't have been purified.”

“Edgar must be upset… anyway have a safe trip.”

Isaac tilted his head.

“Kid, you have to go too though?”

“Why me?”

“Invitation from the Marquis. I think they want to get a hold of you, the child of fate, in case his illness will get better.”

It was also because of me that Marquis Shuheil was suffering.

The Duke of Marche was targeting Dubblede and pointed out Johann as the culprit in the raid on the nobles.

I blamed the Marquis Shuheil to save Johann. He was one of those who got falsely accused, he might want to take revenge.

Henry said as he put the coat over my shoulder.

“Many children your age will be there. It will help you build connections.”

“Really? Then let's go.”

I nodded and followed them.

Marquis Shuheil's place was more luxurious than I thought. Well, the duchy is pretty well off. Upon entering the drawing room, there were already many people gathered.

The eldest son of the Marquis of Herrington.

The only son of the Count of Tenedor.

The youngest son of the mage

and the youngest cardinal candidate.

The good looking boys looked at me with a sharp gaze.

Chapter end