Please Give Me the Pacifier - Chapter 4

CHAPTER 4

Translator: ChubbyCheeks 

Raws Provider: ANIMU Lyf 

‘There’s a pond outside.’

I should go and wash my pacifier or mold would grow on it.

‘What is this made of in the first place?’

I stayed for quite a long time in the tower and was not able to go out of Cillophia recently so I have become a stranger to the outside world.

‘Slime…’

I would definitely be more comfortable if I could get my hands on one.

I crawled across the road with all my might.

When I stepped outside, I saw how much larger the mansion was. Frankly speaking, I could see it at a glance even when I lied down with my small body.

‘It’s too large.’

I don’t even know if it would take me a whole day to go around it.

But there was something that I knew… I have to wipe my pacifier first.

I spotted a fountain not far from where I was lying down with my pacifier in my mouth.

‘Thank goodness, I don’t have to go to the pond.’

My arms and legs worked hard as I crawled in a straight line towards the fountain.

“Hashwi…!”

Shit! It was too far!

It just looked close but in reality it was quite far.

I naturally ran out of breath. As I huffed and puffed, the pacifier kept on falling out of my mouth.

‘Pacifier, no!’

I quickly stopped myself, set my butt on the ground, stretched my legs out then pressed the pacifier back with both of my hands.

“Eopuu…”

I held the pacifier in my hands as I breathed roughly.

Somehow the ground felt hot.

What season were we in now? How long has it been since I was betrayed?

I felt a sense of giddiness when I tilted my head back to watch the clear blue sky.

‘…Is it autumn?’

I closed my eyes in a reflex and shook my head hard to remove my dizziness.

I tilted my head forward when I felt that I was about to fall back.

‘I, I almost died.’

There was a high possibility that a light hit to my head filled with soft hair would result to my head not functioning properly.

I stroked the back of my head in happiness as I kept my precious head and hair safe…

“Kkeung…”

Smooth… Soft… Hair…!

Let’s stop. It’s short.

I leaned my body forward as I hurriedly pressed forward.

Fortunately, I was finally able to arrive in front of the fountain thanks to my hardworking arms and legs.

Then I stiffened.

“Hashwi…!”

Shiit, no one said to me that it was this high!

Even if I stood desperately I couldn’t even see a drop of water.

‘How much time did I spend just to get here…’

My mind drifted off. The way back felt even more distant.

I wanted to challenge it first so I gripped the marble surrounding the fountain and pulled myself up to a stand.

Burble, burble, burble, I heard the sound of water flowing down from the fountain.

***

“…What the hell is that?”

“Duke, I think that it’s… a baby?”

The attendant beside him bent down and answered him.

The Crown family attendant raised his head and saw the duke, Deshar Crown, turned his head sharply with a frown.

The attendant immediately shut his mouth up when he saw the sharp glare in his eyes.

“Do you think I asked that now because I don’t know what that is? I’m asking why a baby is walking around here.”

“That…… Please excuse me.”

The attendant bent his waist down.

The mansion’s butler was too slow them so he sent a servant to follow closely beside Deshar Crown.

“Whose child is that. Whose bastard’s child is that! Who takes care of a child like that!”

“Perhaps it’s the child of the departed young master.”

The butler observed the child’s appearance closely and smiled lightly.

However, none of the people who were talking came forward to help the child.

At the words of the butler, Deshar Crown’s expression turned blank.

He watched the small lonely back of the child as if he had heard something completely unexpected.

“…What? Wasn’t she still a baby?”

“Yes. Come to think of it, it seems that she’s still just a few months old. She can walk so early.”

“So what is it doing right now?”

Deshar Crown rubbed his beard lightly as he spoke.

Contrary to his gray hair and beard, he had a strong and muscular body. He had wrinkles on his face but his expression remained fierce as always.

Over the years his pale silver eyes looked almost gray, however his skills were still alive and breathing.

“Father, what are you doing standing over there?”

“Sharendt.”

“Yes.”

The man had a sharp expression on his face.

His voice sounded sweet but his eyes were glaring sharply. His every move was domineering but filled with dignity and class.

The man’s glare relaxed. He followed the direction of Deshar Crown’s gaze.

“Who is it?”

“Your younger brother’s orphaned child.”

“Ah…”

It was a small exclamation but anyone could feel the laughter hidden beneath it.

He ran to who knows where with a mysterious woman and even had a child. He couldn’t even protect himself and ended up dead with only the newborn child returning to the mansion. 

“So that’s it.”

There was not a shred of consideration for the title referring to the child.

Without anyone helping her out, Celina finally succeeded on getting up on her feet. However, she stumbled as if her legs were not working properly.

“That, that…”

Deshar Crown stepped forward in shock, coughed in embarrassment, and withdrew again.

When the child wobbled everyone watching her became nervous.

After a long time, the child who was flapping around trying to balance herself finally stood up while holding onto the fountain.

“The maid doesn’t seem to be doing her job properly.”

At Sharendt’s cold words, a maid standing nearby crouched down. It wasn’t specifically aimed at her but the words were so harsh that she felt that it was directed at her.

It was so cold that the maid was frozen in her place.

“Take it easy, Sharendt.”

“Yes, Father.”

Deshar Crown’s words dispelled the cold energy hovering around Sharendt.

A cold smile appeared on Sharendt’s lips.

Deshar Crown glanced at Sharendt and clicked his tongue.

“Father has become too soft-hearted.”

“You’re way too sharp than what you need to be.”

Sharendt shut his mout quietly at Deshar Crown’s words and narrowed eyes.

In the meantime, Celina finally learnt to support herself with one hand as she held her pacifier with the other hand.

Celina struggled hard with her short limbs. She somehow wanted to wipe the tip of the nipple so she desperately tried to rub it on her chest.

But no matter how much she wriggled her hands it was just short, way too short.

“Ashwi!”

Sharendt clicked his tongue when he heard the young voice filled with slight irritation.

“What is she doing? Why is she not being taken to her room right now?”

A cold order was issued.

The butler bowed his head then beckoned to the maid. The maid who was standing quietly behind them ran towards the child.

At that moment, the child’s eyes turned to where Deshar Crown and Sharendt were.

She sat down on the floor again with the pacifier in her mouth and when she found the maid running towards her, she jumped from her seat.

She glanced at Sharendt and Deshar Crown, turned around and with the sound of sha sha sha she started to crawl away quickly.

“It’s like a cockroach.”

“……”

Sharendt smiled. The corners of his mouth were curled up but his eyes were not smiling.

Deshar Crown opened his mouth in surprise but soon clicked his tongue.

It wasn’t the right thing to say, but the analogy was quite undeniable.

“Father should let it go. You know that a half-blood cannot carry the name Crown. In the first place, it’s completely unsettling that the blood of the direct family runs in its veins…”

Sharendt told Deshar Crown, who was watching the direction of where Celina disappeared to, with a smile.

Even before, Sharendt, who boasts a thorough pedigree, was never willing to accept his only younger brother.

His reason was because his conducts was light and prodigal. Sharendt hated him for ignoring his rank and hanging out with anyone.

And Deshar Crown was also a man whose blood was very important. He considered a blood that was diluted as something that was not important.

For this reason, only a child born from a pure blood and from a prominent family could inherit the family name of Crown.

It was their long standing tradition. An unwritten rule that has never been broken.

“You don’t have to nag in front of me, I know it already.”

With a frigid expression on his face, Deshar Crown once again moved away.