The Baby Villain Dreams of Conquering the World

Chapter 82

Episode 82

"What are you two talking about so secretly?"

Hearing Atanas's voice tinged with disappointment, Flora, having finished her main point with Isaac, reached out to Atanas without hesitation.

'Ah, but I'm so sleepy. This is the problem with a child's body.'

Her eyes, which were already growing hazy, felt heavy.

Though his face looked fiercely scowled, it was actually colored with disappointment, and a smile soon bloomed on Atanas's face.

He picked Flora up without hesitation and lightly kissed her forehead.

He was just about to bid her goodnight with the kiss and tell her to sleep well.

"......Wait a moment. Why is her forehead so hot?"

Noticing something was wrong, he reached out and urgently placed his hand on Flora's forehead.

"Her forehead is like a firebrand......"

Sadly, she couldn't hear him finish his sentence.

'This damn weak body......'

Because Flora's consciousness abruptly cut off right then.

The damn cold wind was more powerful than she had thought.

When she opened her eyes, an unfamiliar, yet familiar, ceiling greeted her.

'Wow, I can see clearly now.'

While she was sick, her eyes were so puffy she couldn't even focus properly, but it seemed time was the best medicine, as her physical condition had improved a lot.

'I really went through hell and back.'

She had thought her first transgression ended successfully, but it seemed the aftereffects of the cold wind were greater than expected.

Indeed, one should never be certain of success or failure until it's completely over.

'Thinking about it, it would have been strange if I wasn't sick.'

Unlike her sound mind, Flora's body was that of a five-year-old child.

Running around here and there with such a young body to make the business succeed, flying on Janet's back in the middle of the night against the cold wind to find Count Vittora. It would have been strange if she hadn't caught a cold.

'Why is my body like this when I'm a Lucifer?'

While she was groaning in pain, the words of the doctors coming and going pierced her to the bone.

〈Young Master never caught a cold even once when he was little……〉

Atanas's muttering beside her was even more baffling.

〈I never caught a cold either.〉

〈Then it seems the Young Lady is a special case. For a Lucifer to be sick... They're like corpses except for their toughness……〉

〈Is Flora that weak? What if she gets sick this often in the future?〉

At the sincere, worried question, the doctor shocked him by saying there was nothing he could do.

〈Wait a moment, you two. It's perfectly normal for children to get sick as they grow. It may be presumptuous of me to say this, but it's you, Young Master and Duke, who are the special ones.〉

If Elena, who had been listening nearby, hadn't stepped in, he might have suffered from anxiety for even longer.

'But I feel better now.'

While she was bedridden, her eyes were so swollen she could barely open them, and her nose was blocked, making it hard to breathe.

Meanwhile, her throat felt like it was sprinkled with iron filings, and if she cried out in pain, it naturally came out as a stuffy-nosed whine.

And if she couldn't bear it and sobbed, her head would ache as if someone was hitting it with a hammer, so she couldn't even cry freely.

She had come down with a terrible cold.

When she was Mors, she knew no pain. She had never experienced such physical suffering, nor had she ever lost consciousness from illness.

But the human body, especially a child's body, was far too weak and problematic.

'The Lucifer blood doesn't seem to be of much use either.'

Perhaps it was because Flora had more of her biological mother's blood flowing in her than Lucifer blood.

Still, after groaning for quite a while, her body finally felt light enough to move.

"Young Lady, your fever has completely gone down now."

The hand gently brushing back her sweat-dampened hair was filled with affection, as if saying she had suffered so much.

Accepting the clear affection without refusal, Flora asked,

"How long was I lying down?"

"You were sick for a full week."

"What? A week?"

Flora cried out in shock and then coughed dryly, prompting Elena to hurriedly hand her some warm water.

After gulping down the life-giving water, things she had forgotten during her sick time came back to her.

'Count Vittora! Punishing Marquis Strode! My Shalias business! The Mercenary Guild!'

Damn it, this is terrible.

Flora tried to get up immediately, but Elena, who was always affectionate, was sensitive and firm about health issues.

"No, Young Lady. You're just starting to get better. If you catch a chill again, you'll get severely sick once more."

"But……!"

"You don't want to be sick again, do you? Then you must stay quietly in bed until today. Understood?"

"Hic."

"Making crying sounds won't work either."

If the person beside her had been Daphne, she might have been able to insist stubbornly.

But winning against Elena was nearly impossible.

"Has Dad come? I'm awake, why hasn't he come to see me?"

"The Duke will come as soon as his meeting is over. Let's have some soup and wait a little longer."

What meeting?

What happened with the business?

The contest? Marquis Strode?

She had a thousand questions, but she couldn't drop her childlike act in front of Elena, who knew nothing.

Swallowing her curiosity along with her tears, Flora could do nothing but wait quietly for someone to bring her news.

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The first person to visit upon hearing Flora had woken up was Benio.

"Oppa."

Reaching out happily, but instead of taking her hand, Benio placed his hand on Flora's forehead to check for fever.

"Definitely. It's not hot anymore."

Letting out a sigh of relief, he sat down beside her with a sullen expression.

He fidgeted with his hands for a long time without saying a word, looking quite grim.

'Wait, I'm the one who was sick, so why do you look upset?'

His demeanor, as if he was holding back anger about to burst forth, naturally reminded her of the day she first met Benio.

'Is he angry at me, by any chance?'

She just worked hard to bring wealth and peace to Lucifer, and only got a little, a very little, sick in the process.

If they got angry over a mere cold when they themselves bled daily and covered their bodies in wounds, she would absolutely not forgive them.

Just as Flora was glaring at Benio with blazing eyes.

"I'm not fit to be an older brother."

"……Huh?"

"I was holding you, but I didn't notice you were sick at all, I just grinned and joked around."

He was angry, but it seemed the anger was directed not at Flora, but at Benio himself.

"I'm sorry, if only I had known sooner......"

"I didn't even know I was sick either?"

"You're still young......"

At his unconfident voice, Flora made a sour face. As small wrinkles densely gathered on her small forehead, Benio urgently pressed them flat with his hand.

Flora shook her head vigorously, telling him not to touch her, then placed her hand on her chest defiantly and shouted.

"Mentally, I'm more mature!"

"......"

"Do you think I'm really a kid?"

"You are a kid......"

Benio, who couldn't lie, started to speak honestly, but couldn't finish his sentence because Flora was glaring at him with triangular eyes.

'Anyway, he says it's all his fault.'

At his preposterous answer, Flora crossed her arms and glared at him again.

"From now on, you will do as Flora says!"

"Do as?"

"Flora being sick is not Oppa's fault! It's the cold wind's fault!"

In truth, it was Flora's fault for going out in the middle of the night like that. But Flora brazenly shouted.

"Do as!"

"Flora being sick is not my fault. It's the cold wind's fault."

"And so, Oppa must not say he's sorry to Flora!"

"Therefore, I must not say I'm sorry to Flora."

"And if you apologize for something that isn't even your fault, you can't see Flora for a whole day!"

"What? Isn't that too much?"

Benio, who had been humoring Flora's stubbornness, stopped hurriedly, but the child was firm.

"You can't see me for two days!"

"Why is it increasing......"

"You can't see me for three days!"

"If I apologize for something that isn't my fault, I can't see Flora for three days......"

"Okay!"

Finally satisfied with the statement, she nodded her head. Elena, who had been watching this heartwarming scene, brought over a warm cup of milk.