The Baby Fairy Is A Villain [EN]: Chapter 9

Baby Fairy is a Villain – Episode 9 (9/200)

I was also going to ask why he snuck into the Basilian County.

So, I moved to where those guys were….

“There’s a place like this.”

I ended up in the underground prison.

I secretly placed a hunter’s mark on Morgan without Ishuel knowing, but the mark must have been damaged because I couldn’t pinpoint the exact location.

It seemed like I was close, so I had to search myself.

The dark prison had lanterns hanging sparsely, but I couldn’t see properly.

Chesha, looking around, frowned at the pungent smell of blood.

She took out a butterfly, placed it on her head, and put a flower in her mouth.

The butterfly concealed Chesha, and the flower purified the air.

Breathing was much easier with the fragrant scent of flowers.

Chesha, with a flower in her mouth, toddled around looking for Morgan and the one-eyed man.

“Eugh.”

Chesha made a small, dissatisfied noise as she diligently walked.

The smell became more toxic as she went deeper inside.

It wasn’t just the smell of blood, but also the smell of rotting flesh that permeated the air.

Kkeueueueu…….

A faint groan, like the wind, was heard from somewhere.

It was the sound of someone trapped in the underground prison.

The groan, filled with pain and despair, instinctively aroused fear in people just by hearing it.

If it were an ordinary person, they would have felt the hell etched into that groan and crawled away on all fours, trembling all over.

Of course, Chesha was a brave fairy, so it didn’t matter much.

After diligently walking for a while, she was finally able to find her targets.

Chesha widened her mouth as she checked the targets beyond the bars.

The flower she was biting fell to the floor.

“Moya! My prey!”

I came all the way here to punish them, but the targets were already chunks of meat.

Chesha frowned deeply and examined Morgan and the one-eyed man.

They were so broken that there was no place that looked normal.

The blood flowing from the wounds that had not yet stopped bleeding was pooling on the floor.

Whoever interrogated them must have had a very cruel disposition.

I wondered if the one-eyed man’s remaining eyeball was intact, but there was no way to check unless I forcibly woke him up.

“More evil than me.”

Chesha pouted, cursing someone more wicked than the witch.

She hesitated for a moment whether to create a fairy’s illusion, but then stopped.

They were probably out of their minds already, so even if I created an illusion and interrogated them, I wouldn’t be able to find out anything.

I should have come sooner.

Chesha sighed deeply, having missed her chance.

It was when she was about to give up and go back.

“…!”

Her back felt cold.

A whispering voice was heard right next to her ear.

“Flower smell.”

So surprised, she jumped up from her spot.

Chesha, horrified enough to make every strand of her hair stand on end, quickly turned around.

There was a boy squatting with his legs bent.

Curly hair with red and gold mixed haphazardly.

Red eyes gleamed in the eyes that were raised like a cat.

She immediately recognized the boy’s identity with those symbolic eyes.

The second son of the Basilian family, Karha Basilian.

‘But when did he approach?’

I didn’t even feel him coming.

While Chesha stared at Karha with bewildered eyes, he kept sniffing.

The fangs visible between his slightly parted lips as he smelled were particularly sharp.

Karha twitched his nose and muttered again.

“What is this? It really smells like flowers.”

He smelled it and then reached out his hand.

The groping hand stirred in the air.

Chesha widened her eyes, dodging every time the boy’s hand touched her.

Surely he shouldn’t be able to see anything.

But he pointed exactly to where Chesha was.

He acted like he could see everything, making her heart pound.

It was truly beast-like intuition.

The boy, who had been waving around for a while, paused.

“…Uh.”

Karha picked up something that had fallen on the floor.

It was a yellow gerbera flower.

A fresh, almost greenish flower that didn’t suit the underground prison at all.

Karha picked up the flower, tilted his head, and smelled it.

‘Eek!’

Chesha screamed inwardly.

She had dropped what she had been holding in her mouth, and he had picked it up.

Fortunately, he didn’t seem to think there was an intruder.

Karha, looking puzzled, just put the flower in his pocket.

‘Well, what intruder would leave flowers behind…….’

Chesha took a step back, sweating profusely.

The fairy’s power is flashy.

Flowers, butterflies, and glitter are created indiscriminately, so it was not suitable for use while in stealth.

I had to get out of Karha’s sight first.

Once I hid, I was going to use my power to move to my bedroom right away.

But things didn’t go as planned.

Because Karha was following Chesha, who was sneaking away.

Chesha and Karha began a strange chase.

The underground prison had a unique spiral structure.

It was designed like a snake coiled up, so it took a long time to get from the tail, which was the end, to the head, which was the exit.

The place where Morgan and the one-eyed man were imprisoned was around the torso, close to the head.

It wasn’t far from the exit, so if it had been an adult, they would have escaped quickly.

But it was a long way for Chesha’s short legs.

During that long time, Karha continued to follow Chesha without getting tired.

The chase continued even after barely escaping the underground prison and escaping into the garden.

‘Aaaah! Why is he so persistent!’

It didn’t seem like this would end.

Chesha, wandering through the garden at night, looked around.

The Garden of the Serpent’s Castle was also desolate.

Unlike ordinary noble families who plant various flowers according to the season, there were only weeds that grew by chance.

Only green evergreens and trimmed shrubs barely indicated that this was a garden.

Chesha picked up a small pebble and threw it to the other side.

The pebble fell into the bushes on the other side, making a rustling sound.

While Karha turned his gaze, she quickly hid behind the fountain.

She quickly erased the smell of flowers, removed the butterfly she had attached to her head, and revealed herself.

Karha, who had dug through the bushes, tilted his head alone.

“There’s nothing there…….”

The boy muttered and approached the fountain.

Chesha carefully peeked out her head.

Karha’s eyes widened as he discovered the baby.

The sound of water flowing from the fountain filled the quiet night garden.

The water droplets splashing around the fountain sparkled like crushed jewels in the moonlight.

Little Chesha, nestled under the sparkling water droplets, made eye contact with Karha.

“…….”

Karha stared intently at Chesha without blinking.

The boy, who had been staring intently, suddenly rushed over and picked up Chesha with one hand.

“Kkeueng!”

He picked her up like some kind of doll-picking machine and brought her close to his face.

“It’s a new sibling?”

He was unusual from the start, and now he was acting like a wild beast.

Chesha tried to communicate with the baby wild beast.

“Hello. I am Chesha.”

The boy grinned.

His fangs were protruding from his mouth, which curled up at the end as he grinned.

“Oh, this little thing can even talk?”

“Yes. I talk well.”

“Say something.”

As if they weren’t twins, he was doing the same thing as Ishuel, asking her to show him if she had a tongue.

Chesha answered him as he wanted.

“Talk talk talk talk.”

Karha burst into laughter.

He was very happy, enjoying what was so funny, and shook Chesha back and forth.

“But why are you here?”

“I got lost.”

“Do babies these days wander around alone in the middle of the night?”

“Yes. I want to go to my room, but I don’t know how.”

Chesha, shaking in his hand, shamelessly pretended to be a lost child.

The excuse was a bit flimsy, so she added some ridiculous words.

“It’s okay.”

Karha hummed, smiling slyly with an expression that he knew everything.

He put Chesha down on the floor.

Then he rummaged through his pocket and took out the gerbera flower, which had already withered.

He tapped Chesha’s head with the flower and asked.

“Is this baby’s?”

Chesha stretched out her short arms, covered her head with her hands, and replied.

“No.”

“Really?”

“Reawwy.”

It was when the two were bickering.

Red eyes suddenly turned towards somewhere in the darkness.

“Ah…. what.”

Karha’s face suddenly became expressionless.

A cold voice, which she had never heard before, muttered quietly.

“Where is that dog smell coming from?”

No way.

Chesha gasped.

Chesha’s subordinate, Hata, was a dog beastkin [a person with canine-like features and abilities].