Reaper of the Martial World

Book 8: Chapter 228: Odd Little Baby (3)

The little baby giggled at Dyon’s confusion before she got distracted by a fluttering bee.

She tried to stand and chase it, but it seemed her body wasn’t as developed as her mind was. She fell over after a single step, landing on the soft grass below her.

An adorable frustration colored her features, she pouted with annoyance, trying to stand once more.

Dyon was mesmerized by the sight, he felt that he was watching something beyond beautiful. He couldn’t help but feel his heart pound.

He found himself standing at the edge of his cage, cheering on the little girl silently. He suddenly forgot about the pain in his body and the situation he was in.

Maybe a faint part of Dyon believed that this was another ploy of the Heaven’s Children.

He had clearly awoken several hours ago, only to find himself in what looked more like a luxury hotel than a jail cell. And, instead of sending someone to speak and negotiate with him, they sent a baby? Or maybe the baby had just crawled here on her own. But if that was the case, then how could they be so irresponsible? Allowing an innocent child so close to someone who was a criminal in their eyes?

Dyon felt a faint anger, not toward what one might expect, but rather because those bastards actually allowed such an innocent little baby so near danger.

What if he was a horrible man who decided to use her as a hostage? Even if the space was locked around his cage, it wasn’t as though Dyon was completely without methods. Considering he had already negated their abilities once, how could they be so neglectful?

Somehow, Dyon didn’t see this anger as irrational despite his supposed evolution toward calmness. It was just that the little girl was too adorable, how could you allow something so pure come to any harm? It was unforgivable.

“~~ Ba! Ba!~~”

Before Dyon noticed, he had already watched over the little girl’s play session in the garden for several hours. In the end, she was suddenly swept up by an invisible wind as though the negligent asshole who left her alone for so long finally found her.

She waved so strongly that her little body swayed within the wind.

Dyon smiled widely and waved back.

When the little girl was gone, Dyon blinked as though he had awoken from a dream. He looked around in confusion, not because he had lost his memories, but rather that he was very much aware of everything that had happened in the last few hours, but couldn’t make much sense of it.

Could they be trying to soften him up with this baby? Wasn’t that a bit too naïve?

But maybe Dyon underestimated them too much. Considering they were immortal and he was very much not, who said they had to send a negotiator so quickly? Maybe they’d let him rot for a bit… Then, maybe might have been a coincidental event. Dyon had found it weird that such a big castle only had 9 people in it, maybe there was a hidden Mystical World somewhere he hadn’t noticed before.

Dyon pushed it from his mind and began to process of healing his body once more. But who would have known that, the very next day, he would hear the very same gurgling?

“~~Shtowy Shtowy!~~”

Dyon somehow didn’t feel any dissatisfaction having his healing session interrupted once more.

“You want to hear a story?”

“~~Yesh!~~”

Like this, a new tradition began. Half of Dyon’s days were spent healing himself, while the other half was spent weaving fanciful tales for a little girl who became half of his world.

As a mortal, he had almost too many legends to pull from. Not to mention endless children’s novels, there were movies and TV shows as well. After Dyon began to cultivate, his already great memory became sharp beyond belief.

Dyon had never taken pride in something so minor and silly before, but somehow he felt so accomplished entertaining this little girl with all the memories he remembered with absolute clarity. It was to the point where Eli’s few visits a week weren’t even the highlight of his day anymore.

Every time the little girl was whisked away once more, Dyon was sink into another baffled state. He couldn’t for the life of him understand.

Dyon sighed. ‘This little baby is definitely a Heaven’s Child capable of manipulating emotions. Even knowing this, how could I harm a little baby? She’s too adorable…’

Dyon watched as the little girl went from crawling, to stumbling, to eventually waddling on her own. He could only say that the beauty of this garden paled in comparison.

It was a scary feeling. Dyon could feel his own emotions flying out of his control, he was very much aware of it, but there was nothing he could do about it regardless.

Maybe this was the true fearsomeness of Heaven’s Children. To be aware, yet be unable to do anything. To have your own will whittled away at in such a way. It was like experiencing death by old age in a short time frame. Every day, Dyon felt another portion of himself was taken away by this little girl.

“~~Mama shaid I haph to go to school.~~”

Dyon’s eyebrows raised. This little girl was only a few weeks old no?

No, it had been about two months… So she was about 3 months old? What do you mean school? How could you send a little girl to such a place so early? Aren’t you too heartless?

Dyon could only console the little girl.

“Be careful! And watch out for icky boys.”

Dyon stood proudly as the little girl was whisked away once more, irrational unshed tears threatening to fall.