The Baby Fairy Is A Villain [EN]: Chapter 5

The fact that Count Basilian had three sons with his deceased wife was well-known.

However, the Count’s three sons were not publicly known.

It was because they had never appeared outside.

Before infiltrating the Count’s estate, Cheshire diligently gathered information from the underworld, but without much success.

He only managed to find out their ages, names, and brief descriptions.

The eldest son was thirteen this year.

And the twin brothers below him were said to be eleven years old.

He widened his eyes and carefully examined the boys in the distance.

‘They all look like they have quite the temper?’

Even the twins didn’t seem to resemble each other much.

As he leaned out to see more clearly, Kiern let out a low sigh.

He closed the window and placed Cheshire back on the desk.

Then, he suddenly took out a sword placed on one side of the study.

*Swish*, the low and chilling sound of drawing the sword eerily shook the air.

The dark black blade, as if absorbing even the sunlight, was unique.

Cheshire, who had been momentarily distracted by the unusual sword, blinked.

He felt a little unfamiliar with Kiern, who was holding the blade up to the light.

It wasn’t the languid eyes he had seen every day for the past few days, like the afternoon sunlight.

The red eyes with a glint of light were chilling.

An instinctive sense of dread swept down his spine.

However, the strange atmosphere quickly disappeared.

“Cheshire.”

Kiern smiled brightly and turned to look at Cheshire.

“Daddy might be busy for a while…….”

He asked, curving his eyes like crescent moons.

“You can be good on your own without Daddy, right?”

That was exactly what he wanted.

“Yes!”

Cheshire nodded enthusiastically.

It was then.

A neat sound of footsteps was heard.

At the end of the footsteps, a neat knock was heard.

“Come in.”

As permission was granted, the door opened.

A boy in a knight’s uniform entered the study.

He was a boy with a completely different feeling from Kiern, who had a relaxed and leisurely atmosphere.

The boy, like a well-honed blade, stared straight at Cheshire.

A small baby was reflected in his pigeon-blood-red eyes [a vivid, deep red color, resembling the color of a pigeon’s blood].

The straight, cold eyes narrowed slightly.

A brief silence flowed.

Cheshire, who was quietly meeting his gaze, tilted his head.

‘…What?’

Pouting his lips because he wondered why he was glaring at him, Kiern casually greeted him, letting the sword droop to one side.

“Welcome back, Belzeon.”

Belzeon Basilian, the eldest son of the Count’s family.

Instead of responding to his father’s greeting, Belzeon reported in a stiff voice.

“You must go to the Black Forest.”

It was a voice without any warmth.

After delivering only an emotionless report, Belzeon was about to leave the study immediately.

If Kiern hadn’t opened his mouth, he would have definitely left.

“Does he look like you?”

“…….”

The short question, which was impossible to understand, snagged the boy like a hook.

With his back still turned, the boy’s body stiffened.

His shoulders twitched slightly, as if he had taken a deep breath.

Belzeon, who turned around slowly, gave a short, hollow laugh.

His neat eyes turned up sharply.

A cold anger swirled over the emotionless boy’s eyes.

“If you’re crazy, please go crazy quietly by yourself.”

Words as cold as frost were shot like daggers.

“Don’t drag innocent people in.”

And Belzeon left the study.

***

“I wonder if Cheshire was surprised because his first older brother is a little cold?”

He wasn’t just a little cold; he was like an ice sculpture.

If he were any colder, the Snake’s Castle would have turned into an Ice Castle.

However, Cheshire answered like a dignified baby.

“I wasn’t ‘surprised’.”

“Yes, my dear. You’re so brave.”

Kiern said soothingly, fastening his hunting clothes with a loose hand.

“The first one is like that, and the other older brothers are all… a bit eccentric. But they’re not bad kids. Everyone will like Cheshire soon.”

“…….”

*They’re all a bit eccentric.*

That was comforting to hear.

Cheshire sat on the sofa and looked at Kiern, who was wearing light armor, with round eyes.

Kiern, who straightened his clothes while looking in the mirror, finally approached Cheshire.

He kissed Cheshire on the forehead.

“I’ll probably be back tomorrow morning, so go to sleep first.”

“Yes, Daddy. But…”

Cheshire looked up at him and asked.

“Who do I look like?”

It was the second time he had heard those words from Kiern.

Once at the orphanage, and once today in front of Belzeon.

He couldn’t help but ask what it meant.

Kiern’s smile deepened as he looked down at the large pink eyes.

“I’ll tell you when I get back.”

A long finger pinched Cheshire’s chubby cheek slightly and then fell away.

“So, wait for Daddy obediently?”

“Yes.”

Cheshire stood by the window and watched Kiern leave.

In the same place where the three brothers had been earlier, Kiern stood side by side with Belzeon, the eldest, and talked, leaving the Knights behind.

Belzeon was calm.

His expressionless face was like a subordinate reporting to a superior, not a son talking to his father.

The intense emotions he had briefly shown in the study were nowhere to be found.

Cheshire, who was observing them, clicked his tongue.

‘I don’t know what it is, but it’s confirmed that this is a dysfunctional family.’

Well…….

It would be stranger if the black magician and his sons living in this dark castle *weren’t* dysfunctional.

After talking for a while, Kiern got on his horse alone.

He raised his head and looked towards Cheshire.

Even though they were far apart, their eyes met exactly.

It seemed like he knew from the beginning that Cheshire was watching.

Kiern smiled slyly and pretended to send a kiss with his hand.

‘Ugh, how childish.’

Even while cursing inwardly, Cheshire also pretended to send a kiss with his small hand.

Kiern burst into laughter as if it was funny and spurred his horse on.

And led the Knights out of the castle.

Cheshire watched the orderly procession until the end.

After the Knights had completely disappeared, the servants who had been seeing them off also dispersed.

After confirming that even Belzeon was gone.

Cheshire moved quickly.

Staying still was nonsense.

It was the moment he had finally been left alone.

He couldn’t miss this precious opportunity.

‘Today is the day to thoroughly investigate the Count’s estate!’

With a determined heart, he stretched his hand out into the air.

The hand, which was no bigger than a maple leaf when fully spread, stretched out firmly, and colorful flowers began to bloom on the ordinary carpeted floor.

Small butterflies fluttered from the freshly blooming flowers.

The short hair fluttered in the wind that blew from somewhere, and the clear pink eyes sparkled like stars.

Just as he was about to use his power in a piece of fantasy.

“……!”

Cheshire immediately withdrew his power.

The flowers and butterflies that had been unfolding splendidly until just now disappeared in an instant.

Only the scent of flowers lingered faintly in the room.

Cheshire pursed his lips.

There was an intruder.

A strange presence, filled with malice, was approaching Cheshire, aiming at him.

The Snake’s Castle, located in the middle of the Black Forest, was not an easy place to come to.

It seemed to be an outsider who had entered with the Knights who had returned today.

He didn’t know why they were targeting Cheshire, but it was infuriating.

‘Why did you have to come now of all times!’

He was about to miss the opportunity he had barely gotten.

Cheshire’s eyes flashed.

‘Should I just feed them to the man-eating flower?’

*Creak.*

While contemplating punishment, the door opened carefully.

A wheezing sound could be heard through the open gap.

And the moment he identified the person who appeared.

“…Huh?”

Forgetting about killing or saving, Cheshire made a truly surprised sound.

The presence that had been approaching stealthily suddenly rushed in.

*Whack*, a large hand covered his mouth.

The young man rebuked in a low voice.

“If you make a sound, I’ll kill you!”

Cheshire looked at him with wide eyes.

That’s because it was a familiar face.

The man who was stuffing a wad of cloth into Cheshire’s mouth with trembling hands and tying him up tightly was…….

He was a resident of the underworld.

And the man who recognized Cheshire also widened his eyes.

“Ri, Richessia?”