The Baby Villain Dreams of Conquering the World

Chapter 104

Episode 104

'Anyway, I told you I can't stop him.'

Instead of picking up the bell that originally belonged to her, Flora pushed the door open.

As the door opened, the bell chimed 'jingle-jingle' in response. Without hesitation,

Flora stepped through the open doorway and spoke upon seeing the dark room with no lights.

"Are you here?"

When no answer came, she called for him in a slightly louder voice.

"Angel-Spirit-Fairy, are you here? I came to thank you for saving me!"

Again, there was no reaction. Just as she was about to lose her temper and shout Pascal's name…

Whoosh, flames bloomed around her, and her previously obscured vision instantly brightened.

"Ugh, it's bright!"

She quickly raised her arm to cover her eyes. A drowsy voice came from not far away.

"It's too noisy to sleep."

Once her eyes adjusted to the light, she stared intently toward the source of the voice and saw a man lounging on a large one-person sofa.

"I knew you weren't scared of me from our first meeting... But I don't know if I should call this courage or nerve."

The man, who in her memory possessed bright saturation, was looking at her with a listless expression.

"Angel-Fairy-Spirit? What kind of bizarre and absurd nickname is that now?"

He chuckled dryly, then narrowed his eyes and asked,

"Did you give me that nickname because you'd be so surprised if you knew my real identity?"

His words made Flora realize one strange point she had overlooked until now.

'...Could it be he doesn't recognize me?'

Thinking about it, it was definitely odd.

'Right. If he had recognized me, he wouldn't have left me alone in a room and disappeared.'

Despite his prickly personality, Pascal cherished Mors.

When she gave her heart to the Heroes, Pascal was the one who was the most jealous of them all, which says everything.

'Janet recognized me right away.'

He even came looking for her first, making the comparison inevitable.

Feeling a little hurt, she suddenly didn't want to reveal her identity.

'No, I'm not a child. Tormenting a demon for such a reason in an important situation is...'

"Kid, don't disturb your Angel-Fairy-Spirit's rest time. Go play with the other children."

Seeing him wave his hand dismissively, openly showing annoyance, Flora ended her brief deliberation and grinned.

'Just for a little while should be fine. As Pascal said, I am just a kid.'

"You said you're not an Angel-Fairy-Spirit?"

Pointing out what Pascal had just said, he waved his hand dismissively again.

Now that he wasn't even answering, Flora found it a bit ridiculous.

'No, I heard he was kind?'

They said he showed kindness and gentleness to the other children, so why was he treating her like this? She let out a disbelieving laugh.

"I'm hungry."

"There's food in the kitchen; help yourself. A kid your age should be able to eat by themselves, right?"

"I'm sleepy."

"You should go to your room to sleep."

"I want to tour the cave."

"The other children will tour it with you. They're all good kids."

"I want to tour it with the demon."

His lazy retorts stopped short at her last statement.

He lifted his head, which had been leaning back, propped his chin with both hands, and stared intently at Flora.

Even under his quiet, playful gaze, she didn't flinch, so he slowly rose from his seat.

Despite his handsome features, his long legs made him quite tall.

Roughly speaking, he was only slightly shorter than Athanas, so she had to crane her neck painfully to look up at him.

"How did you know?"

He didn't even try to hide it, even though she had only asked once.

Flora crossed her arms, looked up at him with a dissatisfied face, and finally let out a sigh.

"You didn't really think you wouldn't be found out, did you? If you think about where I was kidnapped from, the answer is obvious, isn't it?"

"You thought a demon was helping humans?"

"I guess you're a rather unusual demon. Anyway, I won't tell the other kids who think you're an Angel-Fairy-Spirit, so please give me a tour of the cave."

At her brazen request, Pascal couldn't help but be taken aback.

"You're the first human to act like this toward a demon."

"Well, think of me as an unusual human too."

Saying this, Flora stretched out her arms in front of Pascal.

"First, hold me for a bit. You're too tall; it's hard to look up at you."

"……"

Pascal had an expression full of things to say, but he said nothing and, as Flora requested, picked her up.

'His pink hair is still curly.'

As she stared intently at the color, slightly darker than her own hair, he asked, having just come out of his room,

"What? Doesn't it suit a demon?"

"No, it suits you too well. It's cute."

"You're probably the only kid who'd call a demon cute."

Saying she had unusual, even eccentric eyes, Pascal shook his head.

"So, which part of the cave are you curious about?"

"Hmm, actually, I lied about wanting a tour."

"Huh?"

"Since you're guiding me anyway, tell me about a place that's spacious and spooky. The kind of place where people are dying left and right, and just looking at it makes tears stream down your face from fear."

"……Hmm."

"What, it's a demon's lair, and you don't have a place like that?"

At her disappointed look, Pascal shook his head.

"It's not that I don't. I do, but I don't think it's a good place for a child to see."

"Look at this, how is this being a demon? The people who kidnapped me are more fitting of the title."

Flora grumbled in a voice tinged with irritation.

"Anyway, take me there. I have something to do."

Watching Flora make her demand so confidently, Pascal's gaze turned peculiar.

He had felt it from the start, but this kid was indeed strange.

'She's not just fearless; she's too fearless. She even has the confidence that I would absolutely never harm her.'

Could she be a child sent by the Executor Bureau who knows about the demon worshippers' existence?

Maybe she was acting cocky in front of a demon, not scared at all, because she was confident she could escape even if threatened by a demon.

'Are they even using children now at the Executor Bureau?'

Just as his suspicion was turning into conviction...

"You know, there's a subjugation force gathered outside to kill you, right?"

At her sudden statement, Pascal clicked his tongue softly.

"The forest was a bit noisy; so that's why."

He had hoped not, but it seemed this child was indeed sent by the Executor Bureau after all.

'So, did she get kidnapped on purpose? Was the demon worshipper group all part of the plan too? Did all those children die just to catch me?'

What was the point of thinking alone? No clear answer would come.

Pascal thought for a moment, then asked,

"The subjugation force... are the Executors part of it?"

"They're at the center of it. Duke Bellasia is the main force, right?"

Unbeknownst to him, Flora's speech had become more familiar, but it was so natural that Pascal didn't even notice.

"So, are you sent by the Executor Bureau too?"

His tone was as prickly as before, but the slight hint of hurt in it probably wasn't a mistake.

Flora was so dumbfounded she felt like holding her forehead and sighing pointedly.

'Did he get attached to the kid in such a short time?'

Just how weak was he to children to act so unlike a demon?

'Is it really the soul that can't be ignored? But other demons were quite demon-like.'

Even Pascal was a fiercely brutal and cruel demon when his opponent wasn't a child.

No wonder his nickname was the Demon of Destruction. When something displeased him, he would destroy, shatter, and crush anything. Objects, buildings, people without a second thought, hence the nickname.

'He's my demon, but it's strange, I tell you.'

Seeing him making a hurt expression, like a human, made her feel peculiar.

'Ugh, enough of these random thoughts.'

Once they reached the destination, there would be no more time for games like this.

Flora asked in a teasing voice,

"Do I look like I belong to the Executor Bureau? Stop the nonsense and move quickly!"

Urged by her words, he, who had stopped, started moving again, saying "Fine."

"……You seem upset."

"Of course I am, since you dared to mistake me for being from the Executor Bureau. Let me tell you, I belong to a family that is far more impressive, noble, and great than that."

Although Lucifer's public reputation was bad, it was Etar Lucifer who saved Mors, so it wasn't a false statement.

Pascal, who had been bewildered, seemed to realize something and asked again with a seriously hardened expression.