The Baby Raising A Devil

Three regressions. A fourth lifetime.

Chosen and raised as the Child of Destiny, only for the real Child of Destiny to appear through dimensional travel—leading to a life repeatedly sacrificed for that child.

“This country is hopeless. Let’s defect.”

To earn money for defection, Leblanc chose to be adopted. That part was fine—except the family that adopted her happened to be a villain family.

She tried to win over those villains just to live comfortably until she could leave, but then…

“My daughter is the cutest in the world.”
“Give me that building. It’ll do nicely as my little brother’s bathroom.”
“It’s fine. Leblanc said not to hit them—she didn’t say we couldn’t kill them.”
“Who is it—who made my little sister cryyyy?!”

“…I think we’re doomed. What do I do?”

*

“You shouldn’t bury people alive or kill them just because you don’t like them.”

Even when I said it with my eyebrows drooping, my family stayed silent.

‘Then it can’t be helped.’

I narrowed my eyes slightly, looked around at my family, and declared solemnly:

“I’m going to kick the blanket and go to sleep.”

“We’re sorry, kid!”
“Sorry!”
“We won’t kill them!”

Good.