Chapter 79

79

‘Did he just put it there to suck on when it gets noisy?’

For something like that, it’s really in a terrible state.

I subtly pulled out the pacifier I had in my mouth.

"Continuing to suck on that won’t be good for your teeth."

"It won’t break."

When I’m bored, I just put it in my mouth and stay still. I’ve also reduced how often I suck on it.

For Hella, it was a matter of great pride, but still, it was clear that this pacifier had helped her endure for a long time.

"Are you going to keep sucking on that?"

Why is he like this?

Just a moment ago, you even brought a new one for me to use, so what’s bothering you?

The golden pacifier in front of him shone brightly.

Surely, he’s not rejecting it because of that. The great Sharent Clown.

I glanced at him, but he was glaring at the golden pacifier with a dissatisfied expression, which made me feel that my guess wasn’t entirely wrong.

"Play with it."

Why are you being so cold again?

"Use it."

I put the pacifier I was about to throw away into the cloth bag attached to my side.

It’s heavy, doesn’t fit well in my mouth, and doesn’t provide much mental comfort.

‘Maybe I can sell it for some money later.’

"Fine, if you don’t want to use it, don’t."

Can you say that with such a satisfied look?

I looked at him with a bewildered face and sighed deeply, holding a crayon in my right hand and a cookie in my left.

Sharent Clown looked at me and the pacifier, thinking about something, then started to read through the pile of documents one by one.

I lowered my gaze and quietly looked at the white sketchbook.

‘To modify the protective magic, I need to restructure the magic...’

There are two types of magic that exist so far.

One is magic that uses arrays, and the other is magic that uses formulas.

Magic that uses arrays is the general type. By using verbal commands or mental images to instantly supply mana and draw an array, it becomes a ‘magic array.’

That is magic that uses arrays.

Magic that uses formulas is literally a form that uses rune letters to create a formula, known as a ‘magic formula.’

That is magic that uses formulas.

Among these, protective magic, of course, primarily uses the garden and rune letters, so it is magic that uses formulas.

The problem is that I can’t completely redesign and change the magic from scratch.

Since the basic circle is already drawn so crookedly.

Therefore, I have to choose to draw a few rune letters on top of the existing protective magic to slightly modify it.

In fact, modifying it is more mentally taxing than creating a new magic. I had to engrave what I wanted without deviating from the existing framework.

Fortunately, the protective magic I had been studying intensively for a few days was not bad to modify.

‘Still, it’s made quite conventionally.’

It doesn’t deviate much from the basic framework, and it doesn’t make unnecessary modifications to show off its own skills.

It lacks flair, but because of that, it is solid and reliable. This kind of magic is easier to modify compared to other formulas that have been poorly modified.

All I had to do was insert a few rune letters into the already created formula.

I needed to achieve the maximum effect with minimal modification.

After finishing my thoughts, I slowly pulled the pacifier out of my mouth, clenched the crayon in my fist, and drew a large circle on the white paper.

Then, I slowly drew the protective magic as I remembered. The reason for drawing it openly was simple.

‘No one will be able to understand it.’

Yeah, not even me.

‘I don’t even know what I’m drawing.’

I have no idea what I’m drawing.

Sure enough, the butlers and maids who occasionally came in would look at my drawing proudly and leave with a smile.

What, really.

Even I find the monstrosity I’ve drawn absurd.

I just keep changing the colors, but no one will be able to guess what it is.

‘Is this enough?’

I got up with a heavy body and chewed on the remaining cookie.

I shook off my hands, gathered the paper, and stood up from my seat.

The sun was already setting outside.

Sharent Clown looked busy dealing with the pile of documents, so I turned to leave, but a voice came from behind.

"Don’t forget to come down for dinner tonight."

"Okay."

I don’t know why he keeps asking me to come, but I’ll go. Go.

* * *

"Happy birthday, Sheryna!"

Bang!

A small firecracker exploded.

With the faint smell of gunpowder, I involuntarily took a step back.

Held in Vera’s arms, I came down for dinner and was speechless at the unexpected scene before me.

"Happy birthday, Miss."

Vera whispered in my ear and carefully seated me at the head of the table.

A cake covered in white cream was placed in the center, surrounded by party foods.

‘What is this?’

I was dumbfounded, unable to say anything, and slowly scanned the surroundings with wide eyes.

Dechar Clown cleared his throat loudly and approached me.

"Happy birthday, Sheryna."

"Sheryna?"

"Yes, today is the day you were born."

Birthday. My birthday?

‘No, it’s Sheryna’s birthday, I guess.’

I opened my mouth in surprise and looked at the luxurious table before me.

I had never experienced a birthday since I was born.

I must have had someone who gave birth to me, but I didn’t even know when I was born. It wasn’t just me, not just Hella.

‘Witches’ who were persecuted would rarely know their own birthdays.

So, there was a unique culture in Silophia.

People chose the day they considered most precious as their birthday. They created their own special day with a unique meaning.

Of course, I didn’t do that.

I didn’t have such a day. The only somewhat special day for me was the founding day of Silophia, but I didn’t give it a special meaning just because it was my birthday.

It was just a day.

I was too busy living to keep track of my birthday. When someone celebrated a birthday, I would open a book to study a little more, pick up a staff, and continue my research.

‘Thinking about it, it’s a bit unfair.’

In the end, the only results were betrayal and death.

‘I’m celebrating my first birthday ever, and it’s with the Clown family.’

What is this? Seriously, who roasted a whole chicken so clumsily? Is this something I can actually eat?

While grumbling, my eyes couldn’t help but stay on the table.

‘I didn’t know they knew Sheryna Clown’s birthday.’

I never thought they would know anything about me.

Vera’s apologetic expression suggested that she was bothered by not preparing in advance.

‘Well, in this household, servants are forbidden from asking personal questions...’

And I doubt Vera, whom I met when I was a baby, would have known my birthday.

I was a bit surprised that they even thought about my birthday.

"I wasn’t sure what you’d like, so I prepared several."

Dechar Clown handed me a fairly large jewelry box.

The well-crafted jewelry box, which caught my eye with its red color, looked very heavy and was also quite large.

I couldn’t even take it, so Dechar Clown clicked his tongue and placed the box in front of my table.

"Press here to open it."

Considering my use, the lock mechanism was very simple. All I had to do was press the protruding part.

"…Suck on it?"

"Yes, it was very annoying to see you always using bad ones. This is a gift for you. I hope you like the first gift."

There were many types of pacifiers: diamond pacifiers, silver pacifiers, pacifiers decorated with jewels, and pacifiers that looked soft and squishy. Some were decorated with jewels on wood.

No matter how much I like pacifiers, don’t you think it’s time to stop using them? Moreover, one of them looked exactly like the golden pacifier I received from Sharent Clown earlier.

When I looked at him with a slightly flustered expression, he twitched his eyebrows once and then calmly turned his gaze away.

‘Wow, he avoided my gaze!’

He turned his head and observed the situation calmly as if nothing had happened.

Honestly, I didn’t really believe that this person came to celebrate my birthday.

"Want to try it?"

Dechar Clown, with a very proud look, handed me the golden pacifier out of all the pacifiers!

When I didn’t respond, he then held out the silver and diamond pacifiers.

I glanced at Sharent Clown, but he didn’t seem to have any intention of defending me.

I could put it in my mouth, but do I really need to use this pacifier in this situation?

‘The texture wasn’t good anyway.’

It felt even harder than wood.

‘Maybe I should try developing a pacifier using slime...’

While my thoughts wandered, Dechar Clown’s expression changed.

He cleared his throat again.

Reluctantly, I opened my mouth a little, but Dechar Clown turned his head with a stiffer expression.

"Didn’t you recommend the pacifier to me, Sharent, saying the child would like it?"

Sharent Clown slowly nodded with a slightly awkward tone.

"…Yes, Father. It seems she likes it."

You made Dechar Clown look like this!

No matter how I think about it, he must have given advice out of concern and then asked me if I liked it.

When I showed dissatisfaction, he looked so awkward in the office.

It felt like all the puzzle pieces finally fit together.