The Sickly Youngest Member of the Villainous Family - Chapter 15

“If you woke up, you should say that you woke up.”

Othello came closer to me, arguing at me with stern eyes.

“Ubya, eomam…..” I protested to Othello, throwing my arms around.

I would’ve liked to tell you that I woke up, but it’s not easy for a baby to talk.

I don’t know why all the men of the Duke of Winchester have this abysmal level of baby understanding.

“Being weak……”

That’s something I can’t help either. Isn’t it the limitation of being reincarnated as Sasha Winchester, a character who is “sick”?

Whenever she catches a cold, she collapses….

“You… and…… what was that?”

Othello walked up to me and leaned in, pressing his forehead on my forehead.

“Oh?” 

My eyes widened, and Othello looked at me dubiously.

“You blocked it. Someone tried to stab you with a knife.”

I understood what he meant, but I babbled to myself and pretended not to know.

“Wyaya?” 

[Acquisition of SS-class skill ‘Black Dominion (LV.1)’.]

[This skill does not match the user’s level.]

When a man possessed by the curse of “Kaisa” attacked me, I acquired the skill Black Dominion.

The sentences that followed were not clear, but judging from the context, it seemed like it was too excessive of a skill for me to use, so it seemed to lower the power of the skill.

If it’s an SS class skill, it must be a very good skill.

“Do you really understand everything I say?”

“U-bya-bya-bya!”

“I think you know everything, but you pretend you don’t know.”

My heart was pounding, but I worked hard, laughing and clapping, pretending to be crazy – no, pretending to be a baby.

Even if I did speak later, I had no intention of telling them about the situation I was facing.

My goal is to leave the Winchester family as soon as possible, find the elixir, heal my sick body, and live a peaceful life.

I didn’t know the identity of the system, but it would be good if a series of actions gave me a means to defend myself, so I decided to think of it in a good way.

“It’s not like the little ones can already use black flame.”

Othello said while glaring at my little fists.

“But I can’t explain it.”

His gaze then turned to my bright green eyes.

“Wah?”

As I tilted my head, his eyebrows twitched.

A moment later, Othello reached out and grabbed my plump cheek.

Obviously, in the original story, Sasha Winchester was out of her family’s interest, but I don’t know why everyone bothers me like they do.

I struggled with my arms when Othello didn’t seem to let me go.

“Wyaya! Ahnnah!” 

As I struggled with my short arms, Othello was startled and opened his mouth.

“In addition to pretending not to hear, you even get angry. You have no manners.”

Crazy guy. I’m a baby.

Othello caught my other cheek with his other hand.

“Pupu!”

As he grabbed both cheeks, I looked at Othello with an angry expression.

“I can’t even give you a scolding. Ha.”

The Maya behind me laughed, not even thinking about intervening.

“From my point of view, you are no ordinary stupid baby. I’ll figure everything out…… wait and see.”

Othello’s cheeks seemed to be slightly redder than before.

“Maya, keep an eye on her too. I’ll come tomorrow too.”

“Yes. Of course, Young Master.”

After finally releasing my cheeks, Othello reached out for a moment and tried to put a hand on top of my head, stopped, and then pulled his hand back.

He turned around and left the room.

After a while, Maya came up to me and said, “He seems to be very fond of our lady. He can’t be honest….”

No, I don’t think so.

Is that the attitude of someone who is fond of me? He always picks a fight.

“When the lady collapsed, he spewed black flames and tried to run at Duke Chenoa. Young Master Jin stopped him…..He was very angry, and he was so worried about the young lady.”

Him…… really….. ? No way.

I was going to believe only what I saw with my own eyes.

“Anyway, I’m glad. Because nothing happened.”

Yeah. I’m glad too, Maya. You didn’t get hurt that much.

At Maya’s warm words, I lay flat on the bed again.

Maya changed my diaper, and I drank some warm milk.

I tried to check the causality of the characters by opening [View People], but I fell asleep thinking that it would be more convenient not to do it.

***

“Damn it… … Damn it… … Why is Kaisa out there!”

At the Taylors’ white mansion. A building whose exterior looks more like a temple rather than a mansion.

Sitting alone at the round table in the eastern tower, Chenoa murmured indignantly.

It was after the elders had already poured out their nagging at Chenoa and left.

Chenoa Taylor’s lieutenant, Luke, has a scrape on his left cheek from a glass just thrown by Chenoa.

It was better not to say anything when the owner was in a bad mood.

Especially at a moment like now, when the Taylors family was facing a major crisis.

“He should have killed at least one kid with the Winchester surname if he was going to cause such a commotion. I don’t know what kind of idiot he is, but if I find him, I’ll tear him to pieces!” 

As long as the circumstances of the curse ‘Kaisa’ were certain, the culpability belonged to the Taylors.

Verus will demand that the culprit be identified by Duke Taylors.

After a long time, he caught Winchester’s weakness and tried to put it on the chopping block, but on the contrary, he was criticized by everyone.

The weakness he caught was nothing compared to the curse of “Kaisa”.

Chenoa was fuming with rage when he felt a sign of movement. Soon, a small boy appeared from the arched entrance.

Evan Taylors, successor of Chenoa Taylors.

The child approached Chenoa with an expressionless face as usual. Chenoa, who turned his gaze to Evan, radiated intense light energy toward Evan.

Evan backed away and fell.

The child’s expression was monotonous, and there was not the slightest hint of fear in his dark eyes.

Chenoa looked at Evan contemptuously.

“You achieved truly phenomenal results in the hunting competition.”

It was a voice full of contempt and scorn, but Evan just stood still with his emotionless face.

Chenoa’s lips twitched as if he was tired of seeing him.

“There is a rumor that Othello Winchester’s attack could not be prevented at all. You also weren’t very strong when you were younger……”

He said to Evan with a gaze as if he were looking at a bug.

“You weren’t even in an equal class with him.”

Adjutant Luke held his breath.

“You shameful bastard.”

‘Evan Taylors’ who will become the heir in the future. Everyone knew this child as the successor of the Blue Light. 

This is because, in most cases, the eldest son had the most powerful ability.

Except for special cases like Recardo.

However, even though Evan Taylors was the eldest son of the Taylors family, his Light did not develop until he was seven years old.

If Evan had not been black-haired and blue-eyed, just like Chenoa, rumors of the duchess’s infidelity would have spread.

Chenoa, who looked at his son with a scornful expression, moved away.

Evan stayed still until the sound of Chenoa’s footsteps died down.

Adjutant Luke looked at Evan with a pitiful gaze, then followed Chenoa.

A long time after they disappeared, Evan stood up.

It was a hunting competition that he was not interested in in the first place. The elders of the family only compelled them to participate. He did not feel much interest towards Othello Winchester, who was showing hostility.

It was just an event that always happened, just like before.

Only troublesome things will happen if you knock down inconsequential characters.

―I’m proud of you, Evan. You flattened the noses of the Winchesters.

A handful of compliments, excessive expectations, and twisted fate.

Evan’s eyes turned towards the darkening sky. Every day of life was just a punishment that was no different from hell.

This terrible fate was neither the Taylors’ fault nor the Winchesters’.

He knew he had no humanity left in him.

At this point, when his mind was worn out and even his Light was no longer manifested, he had already abandoned his name, “Evan”.

It was rather a pleasure. For he did not have to continue his efforts in vain.

“……”

Rain poured down from the sky.

The sound of the rain grew louder as it left round droplet marks on the dry marble.

Facing the rain, Evan recalled the fleeting scene with empty eyes.

The round green eyes of a mere young baby, and the feeling of heterogeneity….

Facing the dripping rain, Evan twisted his lips.

A variation? It must be an illusion.

His eyes were filled with black darkness.