I craned my neck over Mika’s shoulder to see who it was.
A man with long, light brown hair and gray eyes was slowly walking in.
Right, the Black Sea Swords had him.
Kustiel.
He wasn’t particularly strong, but he was highly intelligent.
Whenever I tried to get close to Lucas, Kustiel’s sharp intellect would anticipate my plans and stop me.
Because of this, in my last few regressions, my strategy had been to hunt down and kill Kustiel before anyone else.
Without a doubt, Warren was the strongest among the Black Sea Swords.
Yet, Kustiel was their leader, and no one ever questioned his authority.
“Leader, look at her.
She’s trying to kidnap Ellie.”
Baba tattled.
“No, it’s not kidnapping…”
“Elienor.”
Cutting Mika off, Kustiel cast a sharp gaze at me.
I didn’t back down and glared right back at him.
“She truly does look like the Lord.”
“Right?
But it might be Kareha’s trick.
That’s why I want to raise her well, and if she turns out to be an assassin sent by Kareha, I’ll shower her with love and affection.”
I wanted absolutely nothing to do with Mika’s “love and affection.” I had already learned exactly what her version of affection looked like.
“That might be a good idea.
Mika is quick-witted, after all.”
My heart sank.
Surely he wasn’t actually going to leave me in this woman’s hands?
No way!
“Ahbooboo.
Ahboo.
Byahhh.” (‘Don’t hand me over to her.
I’ll do anything.’)
Struggling to convey my meaning with all my might, I reached my arms out toward Baba, who surprisingly possessed some common sense.
It was pathetic to rely on someone else, but I had to do whatever it took to survive.
As I flailed my short arms, Baba grinned widely and snatched me away from Mika.
“See?
Ellie likes me.”
“She has terrible taste.”
Mika grumbled.
I wrapped my tiny arms tightly around Baba’s neck.
“D-Did you see that?
Ellie hugged me.
I think she wants to marry me.”
“…You crazy bastard.”
Clinging to Baba’s neck, I cautiously watched Kustiel’s reaction.
Kustiel wore a strange expression.
Surely that look wasn’t…
jealousy?
No, of course not.
There was no way Kustiel would be jealous of a baby clinging to someone’s neck.
After observing me for a moment, Kustiel began to walk toward us.
If Kustiel decided to kill me, even Baba wouldn’t be able to stop him.
Baba was stronger than Kustiel, but Kustiel was the leader.
No matter how much Baba liked me, if Kustiel deemed me a threat and ordered my death, Baba would have no choice but to obey.
As Kustiel stopped right in front of me, a sweet scent wafted from him.