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Chapter : 10
The Baby Saint Wants to Destroy the World!
“Hm?”
Even in that startling moment, Jack never lost his smile.
To avoid revealing anything, he forced the corners of his mouth into an even brighter grin.
Fortunately, Chrome still wore the same irritated expression, sneering coldly.
“Is there anyone besides her who has the right to utter the word ‘love’?”
Was he simply perceptive… or blindly devoted?
Either way, there was still only one person in the world capable of moving Chrome.
Lucy.
Even so, revealing his true feelings this easily would be an insult to the name Casanova.
“An interesting theory. Do you have any proof?”
“If you loved the Temple so much, why didn’t you stay there instead of coming back?”
Jack was genuinely curious about Chrome’s answer.
Unfortunately, before Chrome could reply, the jealous Beatrix interrupted with an annoyed tone.
“I’ve heard about that young Saint too. She’s just a newborn who can’t even support herself yet, isn’t she? If that’s the case, wouldn’t it be better to eliminate her now?”
She had only meant it as a casual jab, but the atmosphere immediately turned unpleasant.
In the end, Jack raised both hands in surrender.
“I was joking. That’s Chrome’s business to deal with anyway. If she ends up dying at the hands of an assassin, then perhaps the Goddess’s blessing they keep talking about wasn’t much to begin with.”
“…That’s not a funny joke.”
“I told you, I was just kidding. You know I’m always saying ridiculous things.”
That was close.
He had almost revealed who she really was.
If that baby truly was Lucifella, the one and only queen chosen by Jack Casanova, there was no way she would die at the hands of a few assassins sent by Chrome.
Good luck, my lady.
Things would surely become troublesome.
But openly opposing Chrome was still a frightening prospect.
Smiling softly, Jack recalled the adorable appearance of the little baby once more.
Chapter 2 – Selection of the Guardian Knight
Five years had passed since the Baby Saint descended upon the world.
Now securely seated as Pope, Bahaman once again rose early that morning and headed toward the storage warehouse.
The secret to maintaining his incredible physique wasn’t special training—
Simply hauling supplies in the warehouse was enough.
The man who watched over not only the Holy City of Esperia but the entire continent personally carried sacks of flour and containers of milk.
“Your Holiness is carrying heavy loads yourself… We honestly don’t know where to put ourselves.”
The newly assigned porter watched the Pope moving the cargo with wide eyes.
“Even if ten men like us attacked him together, we still wouldn’t beat him.”
Pointing toward Bahaman’s back, the veteran worker warned him not to underestimate the old man.
Even beneath his loose priest’s robe, the outline of his enormous back muscles was clearly visible.
Those thick wrists and huge hands…
If one punch from him landed, it might very well cost someone their life.
“Well, he’s a man who doesn’t even need bodyguards.”
When the new Pope had ascended to the throne, many feared another war with Lunafelt would break out.
Fortunately, those worries had gradually disappeared.
“Do you think anyone could actually defeat someone like him?”
“There is exactly one person.”
“And she’s arriving right now.”
“Bahaman!!!!”
Hearing the childish shout from the distance, Bahaman immediately set down the load on his back and spread both arms wide.
“Saint.”
“Take this!!!”
With a loud battle cry, Lucy—now five years old—threw every ounce of strength she possessed into a punch aimed directly at Bahaman.
“To have the Saint come looking for this old man first thing in the morning… I truly am a fortunate man.”
Although Lucy put her entire body weight behind the punch, her tiny little fist couldn’t do even the slightest bit of damage to Bahaman.
“Saint!!”
A fifteen-year-old boy finally caught up from behind.
His name was Georg IV.
Also known as Georg Junior.
Five years had already passed since he became the Saint’s personal bodyguard, and his abilities had grown far beyond those of ordinary boys his age.
Yet somehow…
The Baby Saint had slipped out of her room without him noticing.
“How did she even manage that…?”
“Let me go!!”
“I’ve told you countless times that you mustn’t wander off by yourself.”
Now five years old.
The incarnation of the Goddess herself.
The living embodiment of holiness.
The Baby Saint, Lucy, puffed out her cheeks and clung to Bahaman while throwing a full-blown tantrum.
“Well, if you didn’t want me coming here, Bahaman should’ve come to pick me up first!”
She smiled shamelessly while saying it.
Yet to everyone watching, she looked nothing less than adorable.
“Yes.”
“This is entirely this old man’s fault.”
“Since you’ve admitted you were wrong, I’ll forgive you just this once.”
“How incredibly merciful you are. It is my honor.”
Pleased by his answer, Lucy finally relaxed her sulking face and broke into a bright smile.
Crescent-shaped eyes.
Soft, silky hair.
Round cheeks tinged with light pink.
Tiny ears.
A button-like nose.
Little cherry-colored lips.
It was as though every adorable thing in the world had been gathered into one tiny child.
Everyone who saw her couldn’t help but melt.
“I’m absolutely not letting this slide today.”
“Trying to win us over with cuteness won’t work anymore.”
“Bahaman, save me!”
Knowing she was about to be scolded again, Lucy hid behind him.
But Bahaman simply lifted her up and placed her into Georg’s arms.
“The Saint is the one who secretly snuck out.”
“That’s not fair!”
She kicked and struggled with all her might.
But Georg, who was much stronger than children his own age, simply carried the troublesome little Saint back toward the Temple once again.
“You have no idea how worried I was when you suddenly disappeared.”
“That’s because you weren’t paying attention.”
“Have you ever considered that perhaps you’re simply too fast, Saint?”
Lucy snorted dismissively.
“You’re fired starting today, slowpoke.”
“If my replacement is ever chosen, I’ll gladly step down.”
There had once been a time when young Georg had felt endlessly proud to serve as the Saint’s bodyguard.
But once the Baby Saint had learned how to speak…
His personal hell began.
Maria.
Bahaman.
Agnes.
Even Archbishop Omar.
As soon as she outgrew baby babbling, the genius Saint memorized everyone’s names effortlessly.
Watching that, Georg IV had been filled with anticipation.
Surely she’d say something wonderful to him.
Instead…
The very first words she ever spoke to him were:
“Ugly.”
Those single words shattered Georg’s heart so completely that it felt as though the sky itself had collapsed.
“What are you talking about, ugly?”
Since childhood, Georg had seen paintings of the Goddess while resting in his mother’s arms.
The Baby Saint looked almost identical to those images.
Shining golden hair.
Huge eyes that seemed capable of holding the entire world.
As long as she kept her mouth shut…
It would not be an exaggeration to call her the very incarnation of the Goddess herself.
Though she was only five years old, the elegance and dignity surrounding her naturally inspired reverence in everyone who saw her.
“Ah… I really want some hot soup.”
If only…
She didn’t say things like that.
She would’ve been the perfect Goddess.
“…What exactly do you mean?”
“Go tell the kitchen.”
“Since it’s cold today, have them make plenty of garlic soup.”
Between having his hair pulled, being bullied nonstop, and constantly running errands…
Georg IV once again spent another exhausting day serving the Baby Saint.
“Then I’ll head to the kitchen.”
Whether he complained or not, Georg remained diligent.
As always, he safely escorted the runaway Baby Saint back to Maria.
“You truly work hard every single day, Georg IV.”
Though he tried to appear composed…
His eyes were already welling with tears.
Watching Georg run away on the verge of crying…
Then seeing the Saint standing there with puffed cheeks…
It was obvious something had happened between the two.
Perhaps this was simply what people meant by the “difficult age of five.”
Recently, the Baby Saint had become noticeably more irritable.
The moment she entered the room, Lucy climbed onto the sofa, sat cross-legged, folded her arms, turned her face away, and refused to speak.
“And why is our dear Saint so angry today?”
“…”
“Could you perhaps whisper the reason… just to Maria?”
Maria knelt before her, gently looking up with a warm smile.
“I won’t.”
“Is it because you don’t like young Georg?”
The moment Maria casually asked, Lucy immediately answered.
“I never wanted a bodyguard in the first place.”
She pushed Maria aside and immediately dashed out of the room again.
“Is this… a rebellious phase?”
Maria sighed to herself.
So they say five-year-olds can be difficult…
***
“Why won’t he just give up already?!”
A mere Georg was never going to catch Lucy.
After all, she still possessed the incredible speed she had gained during her life as a cheetah.
Anyone else would’ve given up by now.
Yet that persistent bodyguard followed her everywhere she went.
“I need to defeat Bahaman first.”
Not long after she learned to speak, Lucy had bluntly asked him:
“I want to see the sealed magic in the Temple.”
Her childish pronunciation made the words sound even more innocent.
Bahaman froze briefly before gently placing a large hand on her head.
“When the Saint grows a little older, you may see it whenever you wish.”
One year passed.
Then another.
Now she was already five years old.
Surely it was time to show her!
Yet Bahaman always managed to evade the subject, almost as though he enjoyed watching her become increasingly impatient.
“You think I can’t find it myself?”
If he refused to hand it over willingly…
She would simply take it by force.
Filled with determination, Lucy once again set out in search of the place where the magic was hidden.
She carefully examined the quiet hallway, listening for any hidden mechanisms.
Nothing.
“Where on earth is it…?”
She had to find it before anyone noticed.
Just then—
A voice suddenly came from behind her.
“So this is where the Baby Saint was.”
“Hm?”
Turning around, Lucy saw a priest radiating murderous intent.
He slowly raised his sword toward her.
“For the glory of Lunafelt… please die.”
The blade flashed as it came toward her.
But Lucy moved first.
“What nonsense are you talking about?”
Perhaps someone on Bahaman’s level could threaten her.
But a pathetic amateur like this?
There was no way someone like him could take the life of the Baby Saint.
Lucy lashed out.
Her tiny foot struck the assassin squarely in his most vulnerable spot.
