The Baby Villain Dreams of Conquering the World

Chapter 111

Episode 111

"Let me go! My sister is down there! My sister is there!"

As he continued shouting, seemingly having lost his reason, everyone watching was startled.

They had never imagined that the brave child who had caught everyone's attention was the Young Lady Lucifer.

Hearing his voice, Flora below raised her head and shouted with a face so crumpled, as if about to cry, that it was visible even from afar.

"...Oppa, it's dangerous! Don't come down!"

At her words, everyone swallowed their surprise.

They had expected her to cry for help first, but the child, while trembling in fear, shouted again towards her brother.

"There are demon worshippers here! They plan to sacrifice us and summon a demon! So you absolutely must not come down! You might become a sacrifice too!"

At the shocking statement that followed, everyone first thought they had misheard.

Then, understanding dawned, and they began to stir with horrified faces.

"What is she saying?"

"D-demon worshippers! How could such wicked beings exist..."

While Duke Bellasia and the leadership sank into thought with serious faces, Benio once again put his body over the railing.

If that place truly was an altar for sacrifices, he had to save Flora even more.

Just as he was about to jump down, despite the surrounding dissuasion…

"Who dares disturb my slumber?"

A terrifying voice, grating on the nerves enough to send shivers down one's spine, echoed in everyone's ears.

Everyone gathered here stopped their words and actions.

No one spoke, but they instinctively realized the owner of the voice was no ordinary being.

"Oh ho, quite an interesting event is unfolding here."

A voice full of interest followed, and soon a strong wind, powerful enough to topple rocks, blew through the surroundings.

Like waves rippling in the direction the wind passed, the torches lit up in sequence.

Instantly, the surroundings brightened, and the owner of the voice from before appeared before everyone.

His hair, appearing crimson in the flickering firelight, was the first thing that caught the eye.

A man with a beautiful appearance, as if sculpted, emanated an eeriness no human could possess and was floating in the air, looking down at them.

He silently stared at the people gathered here, then shifted his gaze to the noisy scene below.

Pascal, who had been silently staring at Flora, looked around and then burst into loud laughter as if realizing something.

"Ahaha! So, no wonder my ears were itching. It was you lot who summoned me here! So, who is it? Who among you worships me!"

At Pascal's declaration, the subjugation team began to stir again.

"Wh-what is he saying? The existence of demon worshippers alone is infuriating, but to say there is one among us!"

"This is insane! Who is it? Who on earth is it! Who is the bastard who created this terrible situation!"

Angry voices flew back and forth among the subjugation team.

Taking the demon's words as absolute truth, they glared with blazing eyes, intent on finding the traitor within their ranks.

In the situation where the subjugation team seemed on the verge of collapse, an Executor who had been quietly watching stepped forward and shouted.

"Everyone, calm down! How can you be so easily deceived by a demon's words! This is clearly the demon's attempt to sow discord among us!"

At the sharp rebuke, people cautiously closed their mouths.

But the unrest that had spread among them was not something that could be hidden.

"Oh ho, it seems you're hiding among the crowd like a mouse."

The following statement added to the confusion that had barely been suppressed.

Even the knights and mercenaries, excluding the leadership, had panic on their faces. Meanwhile, two people's faces turned pale.

'What in the world is this place? I never prepared for this, nor have I ever summoned the demon here!'

Count Tassen, his face having turned white, rolled his eyes and looked towards Sir Piet.

It was an instinctive act, wanting to discuss something, but he immediately regretted his action.

Unlike Count Tassen, who had been lying peacefully, Sir Piet, who had been interrogated, was trembling soaked in fear, looking suspicious to anyone who saw him.

This sight entered the eyes of those around, and suspicious glances intensified.

'Damn it, what do I do now...'

He quickly averted his gaze before others noticed. Then, managing his expression, he pondered a way to break through this situation in his mind.

But no matter how much he racked his brain, no proper solution came to mind.

He could only hope to keep his mouth shut and let it pass quietly without being discovered.

Watching them quietly, Pascal's mouth corners lifted.

"Well, fine. You who awakened me. Step forward, and I shall grant your wish."

But at the following words, his hands clenched.

'I must endure. If I'm caught here, not only me, but my family and territory are finished!'

Desire kept bubbling up, whispering to reveal his identity immediately, but remembering Sir Piet's state, he desperately endured.

Seeing this, Pascal clicked his tongue as if bored.

"Stay back!"

As he appeared, commotion began to rise again from the altar area that had fallen silent.

Unlike them, shrouded in silence, everyone's gaze turned towards the voice coming from below.

Screech.

There, the monster that had quieted down at Pascal's appearance, unable to resist its hunger, was charging towards Flora and the children.

"Dodge, Flora!"

Finally, Benio, pushing past everyone restraining him, jumped down and shouted desperately.

But Flora did not dodge. She readied her sword again towards the monster charging at her.

"No, I won't run away!"

Assuming a basic stance, Flora swallowed her fear and swung her sword at the monster.

"If I run away, my friends might die! I won't become such a coward who abandons friends!"

She possessed no special techniques nor genius talent, but Flora had courage.

"And I'll tell the people who slander our family! That we are not cowards!"

Flora swung her sword at the monster charging at her, bereft of reason.

Although it was a worn-out sword, she accurately targeted its weak spot, the legs, causing the monster to let out a pained shriek.

Unfazed, she charged at the monster again, gripping her sword.

"I'll let the world know that my father and brother are braver than anyone, that they are no longer filthy betrayers!"

At the heartfelt cry, silence fell among the subjugation team.

The voice of a child who seemed barely five or six years old was filled with intense trust and resolve.

They felt ashamed for having harbored a desire to flee from the fact that they, as adults, should sincerely face the demon.

A young girl fighting with her small body to protect her friends, and a man fearlessly charging alone at a monster.

They were the Lucifers, whom everyone had pointed fingers at as betrayers.

They had fervently ostracized them, but who was it standing at the forefront, swinging their swords in this crisis?

They were too ashamed to raise their heads.

"...Duke, what shall we do now?"

They saw that even Benio had joined the fight against the monster.

Holding his young sister in his arms with bare hands, he swung his sword without leaving his post in front of the altar to protect the sleeping children.

Certainly, his attacks were more effective than Flora's, so it seemed he could resolve the crisis soon.

'...Damn it, I should have ordered a ranged attack!'

When Benio suddenly caused a fuss about jumping down, the demon appeared, preventing him from giving the order, making it seem like he deliberately didn't help.

Duke Bellasia rolled his eyes, checking the knights' faces, and clicked his tongue inwardly.

The gaze towards the Lucifers had changed.

In the eyes of those who should have been looking at them with the most contempt, camaraderie, faint reverence, and passion now shimmered.

"Let's observe the situation for now. Firstly, finding a way for all of us to go down is also improbable..."

It was the moment Duke Bellasia was giving orders.

The railing blocking their path suddenly creaked and transformed, instantly forming a staircase leading down.

"...!"

He seemed to have guessed who caused this fantastical phenomenon, gritting his teeth and glaring.

"I thought it was quite a touching scene, so I decided to help. Why the face?"

Pascal openly sneered at Duke Bellasia's face and lay down in the air.

Crossing his legs and propping his head with his hand, his posture, looking down, appeared very relaxed, mismatched with the situation.

"Ah, perhaps it's insufficient?"

At his gesture, the wall surrounding the platform began to open with a loud noise.

From there, the monsters they had faced on their way here began to reveal themselves one by one.

"How is it, my gift?"

At the playfully smiling face, Duke Bellasia felt like spitting and cursing.

In this situation, not helping would be strange.

He needed to stop foolishly pondering and give an answer immediately, but the continuously misaligned situations filled him with anger, and he couldn't bring himself to speak.

Meanwhile, the Lucifer knights and the mercenaries who had followed them began running down the staircase the moment it was completed.

Duke Bellasia stared blankly at the members streaming out, but that wasn't all.

"I will step forward to help, Duke! I simply cannot just watch while those young ones take the lead like that."

"I will also step forward! My knights will be of help in the fight. Please grant permission!"

Even before the Duke's order could be given, his vassals requested to be sent out.

Duke Bellasia's gaze turned towards Count Tozer and Viscount Schtel, who had spoken.

The eyes of the knights standing behind them were also filled with passion to save them.

Faced with their proactive demeanor, showing no signs of fatigue from the journey here, he ultimately had no choice but to grant permission.

Those going down with spirited shouts, and others urging that they too wanted to go down and help.

In this chaotic crucible, Duke Bellasia had to rack his brains again to produce a favorable outcome for himself.

Watching him from afar, Flora covered her mouth where others couldn't see and chuckled softly.

The effect of the second play, 'Actually, We Were Comrades All Along,' was quite good.