Chapter 15

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Translator: Harry Potta

Chapter Title: The Super Hidden Child is Looking for Dad - Chapter 113

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The coachman's brow furrowed.

He glanced back and forth between Tiye and Raoul before opening his mouth.

"There's a kid on that horse...?"

"Sudden lane-cutting while driving gets recorded on the black box and lands you in jail! Jail! Prison food!"

The coachman's face turned utterly bewildered.

He sneaked a look at Tiye and the members, then subtly steered his carriage to the opposite side.

Still grumbling, he piled on.

"Ah, then you pull ahead nice and quick! Road's already hectic from the festival—what, crawling along with horses?"

A massive shock washed over Tiye's face.

"H-how can you say that about Gron...?"

The coachman's words just now were a straight-up insult to a child's driving skills.

And Tiye wasn't even going that slow compared to the other carriages!

Tiye fixed him with a fierce glare, eyes blazing.

"Tiye was cruising at steady speed. You were speeding, mister!"

And speeding was really, really dangerous.

Every time she went to the market and saw cars zooming by too fast, she'd remember what Room 203's auntie said.

'Whoa? Keep speeding like that, and you'll take the road to heaven instead of the highway.'

In other words, rushing so much you'd end up in heaven way too soon.

And that wasn't all?

'The hardware store uncle said it too.'

'See, Tiye? Guys who drive like that? Someday, without fail! They'll crash big-time, mark my words.'

Drive weird, and boom—accident waiting to happen.

Then you'd end up all over YouTube and TV, totally humiliated.

Tiye let out a deep sigh.

Then she gazed at the coachman with strangely poignant eyes.

"Mister, speeding isn't saving time!"

"What?"

"It's wasting life. That's what the grown-ups say."

The coachman flinched.

But Tiye kept staring him down.

"And going slow? Your destination won't run away. If you're in such a hurry, leave earlier yesterday..."

The coachman burst into hollow laughter.

He yelled in disbelief, What kind of kid is this?! and whipped his carriage around.

For some reason, way slower than before.

Tiye checked the restored safe distance, cleared her throat with a prim ahem, and puffed out her chest.

"Raoul oppa. Tiye repelled the speeding lane-cutter criminal."

"Yes, well done, Leader."

Tiye waved it off casually with one hand.

Then she stared straight ahead again—and her eyes went wide.

"Eh? Way more carriages than before?"

She'd only tussled with that speeding intruder for a moment.

Before she knew it, the bridge spanning the Isera River was completely jammed solid.

Off in the distance, even the bald coachman who'd tried cutting her off was stopped dead.

"Kid, come here."

Right on cue, Veil's voice came from beside her.

She turned to see he'd already dismounted and was holding out both arms.

Tiye hopped into his arms quick as a flash and slid down from the horse.

"Accident up ahead or something?"

Basto muttered as he climbed down with Veil.

Nordics in the carriage furrowed his brow too.

"This is odd. Never heard of the Divine Realm's borders getting this chaotic."

That was when the members were staring at the endless caravan of carriages.

"We're screwed! Holy Knights up front shut down passage!"

From diagonally ahead, a coachman in a bizarre fur hat bellowed to the carriage next to his.

The neighboring coachman scowled.

"What?! Then how the hell do we get in?!"

"No clue! Lantern Festival means total control! Up ahead's a madhouse too!"

The members found themselves eavesdropping.

"No way we're just stuck waiting here?"

"Dunno, sounds like they're opening the square ahead—but every carriage on the bridge parks there, total chaos!"

"Ugh, what a pain..."

The guy next door irritably dropped his reins.

Basto watched, then approached cautiously.

"Uh, excuse me—what's going on?"

The neighboring coachman hopped down.

He fished a cigar from inside his collar and said,

"Lantern Festival. Carriages banned out of nowhere."

He started to light it, spotted Tiye, and stuffed it back in his pocket.

Then stared frustrated at the gridlock ahead.

"Way more people than expected. Second day of the festival, after all."

Tiye blinked in confusion, and Enzo hopped down from the baggage cart behind to join them.

"Lantern Festival—a three-day capital bash. Light lanterns for the harvest, make wishes. Didn't figure it'd overlap like this..."

Tiye peered across the bridge again.

No wonder. Late as it was, the city lights blazed brighter than day.

'Festival's why!'

Meanwhile, the coachman kept chatting with Basto.

"Every carriage on the bridge rerouting to some empty square nearby... what a mess."

"What about the luggage?"

"Urgent stuff? Grab it and hoof it in. No choice."

"Pardon?"

Basto whipped around to the members, stunned. Nordics muttered awkwardly,

"We've got monster cores and tons of gear..."

Nordics looked up.

"Hey, that parking square. Any idea how far to Roseworbel Street?"

The coachman's eyes bugged out.

Made sense—Roseworbel was the posh street packed with nobles' townhouses.

Still, he pondered briefly and answered.

"Hour or two on foot, minimum. Square's that empty lot over the bridge. Roseworbel's deep in."

The members' eyes followed his gesture.

Dozens of carriages were already queuing up in the lot.

The coachman muttered to himself,

"How huge's the crowd to lock down carriages like this..."

He swung back up onto his horse.

"Anyway. Safe travels."

As he rode off, Basto and Nordics exchanged helpless glances.

"Move it, move it!"

A booming voice from up front.

The jam ahead started easing bit by bit.

"For now, let's go, kid."

Veil scooped Tiye up in a rush and hopped into the carriage.

Raoul grabbed the reins again, following the Holy Knights' directions.

How long trailing the line?

Soon enough, they rolled into a rundown square—shattered streetlamps, potholed pavement.

Tiye gulped as she hopped down.

'Bigger than the supermarket lot...!'

And right there, dozens—no, hundreds of carriages parked at neat intervals.

"Haul this!"

"S-sir, these carts okay to bring?"

"Security solid?! Anyone so much as scratches my carriage!"

The place teemed with hard-faced folks.

Basto sighed.

"First off, pack what we're carrying in."

The members wearily started unloading.

But that was just the start of the headaches.

"Kid, c'mere. I'll piggyback you."

"Hold up, Veil."

At Nordics' word, Veil froze mid-lift.

Nordics scanned around, voice dropping low.

"Informants on our tail, looks like."

Tiye's eyes went round.

But yeah, it was real.

Glancing about, she caught whiffs of sneaky movement.

"Spotted us by our look. Agaveert Mercenary Corps. Digging for Astie dirt, probably."

Right then, Tiye's eyes locked on a guy lurking way off.

He jolted at eye contact and bolted behind a nearby carriage.

Too late—Tiye'd clocked the shady creep.

'Watching... Tiye?'

Just to squeeze out if she's the real super hidden deal or not?

Veil eyed Tiye, troubled.

"Kid. How we moving? Piggyback's still safest..."

But Tiye was set.

The kid shook her head, face set like stone.

"I'll walk too."

Leader of the Agaveert Mercenary Corps, thank you very much.

Here in the capital, eyes on them.

She, the Commander King herself, wasn't about to get babied around like an infant.