Chapter 30

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Oh no, this is bad.

'They’re going to kick me out for getting hit anywhere, right? They said it’s a disgrace to the Clown family.'

Or did they somehow find out that I used magic as an act of revenge?

Was I supposed to just take it quietly?

If this gets out, am I really going to die?

The more I think about it, the darker my thoughts become.

I hastily got on all fours.

Let’s go back to my room and try the instant teleportation spell with the magic stone.

If I succeed, I can survive in the forest for a while using magic to hunt animals.

Even though I’m still weak, if I learn fire magic, I can cook and tear the meat...

'Oh, I can’t eat it.'

Then I remembered that my teeth haven’t fully grown yet. I only have a few.

So, should I crush plants or fruits and eat them?

'Even if I do, I can’t drink the milk of beasts, can I...?'

Thinking back, during the two weeks of forced confinement, I didn’t even get such things to eat.

Since no one is destined to die, I can manage somehow.

If the situation allows, taming animals with magic would be fine. They would bring me food.

My mind was in chaos.

Before my thoughts veered into even stranger territory, I quickly turned around.

"Sir, the bastard... used the dirty witchcraft to try to kill our children..."

Dirty witchcraft.

I stopped in my tracks, crawling forward.

Of course, the time when magic was widely accepted hasn’t been long.

For a long time, those who used magic were treated as different from ordinary humans and were regarded as slaves.

Especially among the nobility, there were many such prejudices.

Even now, there are some who still view mages as beneath ordinary humans.

The Clown family is no exception.

They also believed that mages were far inferior to them.

So, I tried even harder to be treated as an ordinary human.

I didn’t reveal dangerous attack magic and tried to show only the good side.

I explored and conquered dangerous ruins that everyone feared.

I took charge of managing troublesome ruins.

I readily accepted requests, even those that weren’t really requests, and worked to strengthen relations with other countries.

Despite all that, the way they still viewed magic was terrifying.

With the dark magic I now possess, it wouldn’t be hard to brand someone.

Since I have dark magic power, using dark magic won’t be cumbersome anymore.

I paused, staring at the woman who had spoken.

While I was doing this, a soft laugh came from Sharant Clown.

Turning my head, I saw his eyes narrow.

He tilted his head, feigning confusion, and his eyes softened.

"Can a baby like this use magic?"

He tilted his head, looking perplexed.

His soft, honey-like voice didn’t feel like a lie.

"According to the history books of Silophia, the earliest age at which magic has been manifested, even by a prodigy, is around four years old."

Sharant Clown pointed at me with his chin.

I was much younger and smaller than that.

In fact, if it weren’t for me, using magic would have been impossible.

"But this child used magic to try to kill the children of the invited guests, Lady Dalia?"

"That... But the children’s testimonies are all the same! There’s clear evidence of them falling into the water, and there’s no other reason..."

"I see. I don’t think this child is that smart."

What’s going on?

‘Is he defending me, or does he not want to admit that I’m smart?’

At least, it doesn’t seem like I’ll be publicly executed.

"But this child!"

"Ow...?"

I looked at the lady’s hand gesturing at me and put on an innocent, clueless expression.

I opened my eyes wide and held a pacifier in one hand, sucking my thumb.

If Sharant Clown decided not to execute me publicly, I had to play along.

"Definitely!"

"Kya! Kyaa!"

I clutched a handful of grass and made loud squealing noises.

Glancing at Sharant Clown, I saw him smirking.

I don’t know if he’s mocking me or what.

"What you claim is very different from what I saw."

"What did you see...?"

"I saw several young lords and ladies rolling this child around and kicking him."

Sharant Clown spoke softly, but with a formal and respectful tone.

However, there was an undeniable sense of authority.

"That... That was..."

"How much should I turn a blind eye to what happens in my own house?"

I turned around, hearing Sharant Clown’s words.

I’ve done enough; they’ll handle it.

Honestly, I didn’t even initiate the harassment or threaten to kill anyone.

I just chose a defensive method because they attacked first. I don’t feel guilty at all.

‘After all, no one died.’

I just wasted my precious magic stone.

‘I should go back to my room, I guess.’

I sighed deeply and let go, but my body was suddenly lifted into the air.

Startled, I turned my head.

Deshar Clown?

Why is Deshar Clown suddenly lifting me up from outside?

I pouted, and he picked me up with one arm and lifted my sleeve with the other.

"Ha..."

A hollow laugh escaped Deshar Clown’s lips.

I know, I know.

I understand that it’s not typical for the Clown family to just grab a monster when they’re babies, but...

I started struggling again, unsure of what to do.

"Stay still!"

Deshar Clown said in an angry voice.

I froze, and Deshar Clown began to check under my sleeve and even inside my clothes.

His expression grew darker as he examined my clothes.

Deshar Clown glared at me coldly.

I could see the anger in his furrowed brows. His silver-gray eyes scanned the party guests with a cold, piercing gaze.

The children, who had been more composed, now only whimpered in their parents’ arms.

Deshar Clown didn’t show any consideration for the children.

He openly displayed his fierce demeanor.

"How do you educate your children!"

His voice, filled with anger, was not directed at me.

I unconsciously clung to Deshar Clown’s clothes.

He glanced at me and then looked ahead.

"How could you do this to a child! To this infinitely young and fragile being..."

‘Infinitely young and fragile...?’

Of course, I am young, but can I really be called fragile? I stared at him blankly and couldn’t help but smile.

Well, it’s probably because he doesn’t know who I am and is misunderstanding things...

I never thought Deshar Clown would take my side.

"Who dares to lay a hand on the bloodline of the Clown family!"

He shouted, his voice as loud as thunder.

‘I don’t think it was this intense even during meetings.’

I should feel bad about being treated weakly, but strangely, I don’t.

No one dared to speak.

Everyone shrank back, not making a sound.

Without a word, Sharant Clown declared that the party would end early.

Some of the nobles’ faces turned pale, thinking they had offended the Clown family.

I watched the scene from Deshar Clown’s arms.

Even as I watched, I felt good seeing the bullies who had tormented me avoid my gaze when our eyes met.

Well, I might be confined for a few days, but at least the two Clowns won’t kill me.

I thought everything was resolved. Until just now.