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Chapter : 3
The Baby Saint Wants to Destroy the World!
The magical power radiating from the seductive man knew no distinction between men and women.
Jack of Lust.
Even priests who had spent years disciplining both body and mind through strict vows of chastity had been shaken by his dangerous charm. Already, five people—men and women alike—had confessed feelings they never should have harbored.
“They sent someone like him on purpose!”
Mother Superior Agnes of the Gregorius Convent trembled with rage as she vented her frustration about the man’s behavior, which was no different from that of a shameless womanizer.
“Early in the morning he split firewood with his shirt half-open just to show off his muscles, and when an altar boy brought him his meal, he actually grabbed the boy’s sleeve and tried to pull him onto the bed!”
“How… how disgraceful…”
“And that child was a boy!”
Those were only the incidents that had come to light. Everywhere he went, he captivated people, and because of him, prayers echoed through the guest quarters late into every night.
“We barely managed to confine him to the eastern guest room, but he doesn’t look like he has any intention of leaving.”
The uninvited guest—rather, Jack of Lust, one of the Seven Leaders of Lunafeld—was undoubtedly seducing someone even at this very moment.
Sending him here was troublesome enough, but the reason he remained even after the funeral was obvious.
“Do you think… he noticed?”
Maria spoke anxiously.
“If he has already realized that the Holy Child has been born…”
Mother Superior Agnes shuddered.
“So what if he has? Even if they know, I refuse to let our Baby Saint meet a piece of trash like him!”
Watching the panicking adults with unconcealed disappointment, the young knight Georg IV glanced at his father.
Unlike everyone else, who had fallen into chaos, his father remained calm.
Standing with impeccable posture and solemn reverence, he silently gazed at the door behind which the Goddess’s messenger lay sleeping.
“Father.”
“…It seems the Goddess truly has not abandoned us.”
His voice trembled.
His eyes shone with excitement.
As his son, Georg IV could immediately tell something was different.
With hope, admiration, and longing filling his gaze, his father straightened his clothes one last time before carefully opening the massive door.
And then—
At that exact moment—
Something snow-white crawled between his father’s legs at a speed too fast for the eye to follow.
‘Damn it.’
This hadn’t been part of the plan.
Several days had passed since Lucy woke up in this place, but living as a baby was far more exhausting than she had expected.
Overcoming the limitations of her short limbs and the heavy diaper weighing down her bottom, Lucy rolled with every ounce of strength she had.
Finally—
She succeeded in turning over.
“As expected of our Saint! You’re amazing!”
These humans were definitely strange.
The moment she finished exhausting herself, they immediately brought over a carefully prepared bowl of baby food.
‘I want meat.’
‘Meat. Meat. Meat…’
Back when she had lived with Master, it had been different.
By nature, she was a devoted carnivore.
Considering she had once lived as a spoon worm surviving on plankton, she supposed this wasn’t so bad…
But now that she had a human body again, she couldn’t help feeling dissatisfied.
“That’s right. Eat well.”
Still, she needed food if she wanted strength.
She devoured an impressive amount without stopping, causing every priest present to clap with delight.
“As expected of our Saint! She hardly cries, and she even poops so well.”
‘…That’s…’
Unfortunately, that was one thing she had absolutely no control over.
Even now, the humiliation continued.
Still, ever since she’d started acting like a well-behaved child, the amount of attention paid to her had noticeably decreased.
Her arms and legs weren’t particularly useful, but they were certainly better than nothing.
‘I need more information.’
The information she could gather here was extremely limited.
When she had first fought Bahaman, he had been around fifteen years old.
Everyone had assumed he was over thirty because of his towering two-meter frame, massive build, and unusually old-looking face.
But after hearing his youthful voice, Lucy had immediately realized the truth.
Now that Bahaman had gone from merely looking old to becoming an actual grandfather, at least thirty years must have passed.
‘The others are probably fine.’
When they obtained the forbidden magic, the Seven Magicians of Lunafeld had perfected a secret technique that halted physical aging.
It couldn’t prevent death by violence, but her former companions, blessed with bodies that never grew old, were surely still alive.
Though she couldn’t piece everything together, eavesdropping on the priests had allowed Lucy to grasp the general situation.
Even after her death, Chrome had inherited Lunafeld.
Now, following the Pope’s death, the two sides were even exchanging diplomatic envoys.
‘Which means… someone from Lunafeld should be somewhere in this place.’
Although the overwhelming holy power overflowing from her body prevented her from using magic…
She still possessed two healthy arms and two healthy legs.
Once she had gained complete control over her body, Lucy quietly slipped out of the cradle during a moment when the priests’ attention wandered.
‘At this stage, crawling is still faster than walking.’
She had once been born as a cheetah.
She had even lived as a water deer.
Running on all fours came naturally.
The only obstacle…
…was the doorknob.
Staring up at the impossibly distant handle far above her reach, Lucy frowned.
‘Someone’s outside.’
Fortunately, she could sense someone standing beyond the door.
She didn’t need to open it herself.
If they opened it from the other side, escaping would be easy.
Human vision was surprisingly narrow.
As long as she hugged the floor and slipped through unnoticed…
The door slowly opened.
The instant it did, Lucy shot between everyone’s legs with lightning-like speed.
‘Success!!’
“What in the—”
“The Saint?”
Even if she couldn’t use magic, treating this body like an ordinary baby’s would be a serious mistake.
Her stamina wouldn’t last long, but the running techniques she’d mastered during her life as a cheetah could still be imitated, even with these tiny limbs.
“Haa…”
After darting through the crowd at incredible speed, she hid around the corner of the hallway.
Holding her breath to avoid making any sound, Lucy waited until the confused adults were distracted before quickly crawling farther down the corridor.
‘First, I need to figure out where I am.’
“Stop right there!!”
The sudden shout from behind made her heart sink.
She had been certain her escape was flawless.
Unfortunately, the young boy standing behind the red-haired man had spotted her.
‘Damn it.’
She couldn’t afford to get caught.
She crawled as fast as she could, but now that her position had been exposed, there was no way she could outrun a child who looked around ten years old.
“You little!”
Just as the boy finally caught up and grabbed the back of her neck—
Lucy threw a punch with all her might.
‘Did it work…?’
“Ugh!”
Surprisingly…
The baby punch was effective.
The boy cried out and stumbled backward.
Lucy quickly dusted off her hands before concentrating all her senses on searching for traces of magic.
Using her current location as the center…
She detected a faint magical presence beyond the eastern corridor.
“No!!”
Just as she prepared to crawl away again at full speed, the desperate voice of the boy rang out behind her.
Startled, Lucy froze.
The red-haired boy softened his voice as much as possible and beckoned to her.
“Stay there. Be good… Come over here.”
Looks like she had no choice.
Time to use her secret weapon.
Supporting herself with her absurdly short arms against her equally short knees, Lucy proudly stood up on two feet.
‘Bet you didn’t expect this.’
Since she’d only been crawling until now, they had completely underestimated her.
As she toddled forward…
The boy’s eyes gradually grew wider and wider.
“Huh?”
Lucy grinned.
The boy hurriedly reached for the back of her neck again—
But Lucy was one step faster.
More importantly…
Every time she moved toward the east, he became visibly more frantic.
There was definitely something hidden over there.
She knew the direction now.
All that remained was to run.
Lucy took off with all the strength her tiny legs could muster.
“What… is this?”
Was that really a baby?
Or an adult?
Surely he wasn’t hallucinating.
Just as the stunned boy stood there in disbelief, his beloved father’s voice echoed behind him.
“My son!!”
“Father, over there!”
Pointing toward the fleeing baby, Georg IV called out.
Holy Knight Georg III immediately tore off his armor and began sprinting.
With a tremendous crash, the heavy suit of armor struck the marble floor.
The marble shattered under its enormous weight.
Having thrown aside armor so heavy it took two hands to lift, Georg III caught up to the toddling baby in an instant.
He grabbed Lucy around the waist and lifted her effortlessly into the air.
“You must not go there, Baby Saint.”
“Eek!!”
The moment Lucy saw his familiar face, she struggled with all her might.
Unlike Archbishop Bahaman, who had silently endured every attack and earned the nickname the man blessed by God with an iron body, the Temple’s knights had always been especially troublesome.
And among them…
How could she ever forget that distinctive face with its unusually prominent cheekbones?
Why was that guy, the one who had betrayed the Pope after claiming he’d fallen in love with her and defected to Esperia…
…here?
“What’s wrong?”
“I think… she doesn’t like Father.”
With blazing red hair and a heavily muscular physique…
Unlike Georg IV, whose face resembled his mother’s, Georg III possessed the rough, rugged features typical of a northern man.
‘His father…?’
The Georg Lucy knew had never had any children.
Now that she looked more carefully…
Although they resembled each other greatly, they clearly weren’t the same person.
They were probably relatives.
‘Come to think of it… that guy did belong to one of Esperia’s oldest Holy Knight families.’
She did feel slightly guilty for panicking after seeing someone who merely resembled him.
But she had no time to worry about hurting this man’s feelings.
All she cared about was escaping as quickly as possible.
If punching didn’t work…
Then there was only one weapon left.
The little baby, estimated to be about eight months old, sank her four tiny teeth—two on top and two on the bottom—into the Holy Knight’s muscular forearm with all her might.
Unfortunately…
Teeth like those couldn’t possibly hurt a Holy Knight.
“Hoho, such healthy teeth. Truly wonderful.”
“Wonderful? She’s drawing blood!”
There’s no way that little delinquent biting Father could possibly be the Saint.
The boy—
Georg IV—
Picked up the baby clinging to his father’s arm…
And, using all his strength…
Hurled her straight toward the floor.
