The Baby Fairy Is A Villain [EN]: Chapter 13

“Name.”

“Chesha, I am!”

Chesha quickly added,

“Chesha Vasillian, that is.”

Hailon, sitting across the table, said coldly,

“Speak if there is coercion [if you are being forced to say something].”

“…Dog?”

“I’m talking about attending the Minor Saint Prayer Meeting. I can help you.”

“I’m okay!”

He was silent for a moment, pretending not to understand.

Instead, he stared intently into Chesha’s eyes.

It was a gaze that seemed to be searching for hidden traces of magic.

Her eyes met his for a long time.

Was it because it had been so long?

Her insides tickled as she received his straight gaze.

Chesha struggled to maintain an innocent baby expression.

She was nervous about what Hailon might ask next.

Of course, on the outside, she was just wearing a calm, wide-eyed expression.

Hailon, who had been staring at Chesha for a while, suddenly threw a question.

“Do you happen to know the witch Richessia?”

“N-no, I don’t know.”

It felt like a dagger had pierced her heart.

Cold sweat dripped down.

Her already short tongue became even shorter with her anxiousness.

“I haven’t been born long. I don’t know anything.”

Chesha frantically waved her hands, desperately emphasizing that she was a whopping two-year-old baby.

Looking back, it was more like a response from someone in their second life rather than a two-year-old, but fortunately, Chesha’s argument worked.

This was thanks to Hailon realizing that there was no use in seriously pressing a young baby.

Hailon, letting out a low breath, covered his eyes with his hand.

He stayed like that for a moment, then wiped his face as if he were tired.

Subtle cracks, like spiderwebs, appeared on his expressionless face, which had been so cold it seemed like you couldn’t draw a drop of blood from him even if you stabbed him.

Why was that?

Hailon looked tormented.

He was a man Chesha had known for a long time, unintentionally.

When Chesha ran away from the orphanage, and when Hailon entered the temple and became a novice knight.

The relationship that began during a time of upheaval in each other’s lives had continued until now.

It wasn’t a relationship that could be described as good, even as a platitude, but still….

There was something, a little something, between Hailon and Chesha that was hard to put into words.

Chesha hoped he wouldn’t die.

If Hailon were to die, she thought he should at least die by her hand.

She presumptuously thought that Hailon probably felt the same way.

‘Is he lonely without me?’

Chesha glanced at him.

The hand wearing the leather glove slowly stroked the bracelet on his wrist.

It felt like pure white chains would spring out from all directions at any moment.

A faint auditory hallucination of clanking chains lingered around her ears.

Suddenly, a memory from the past came to mind.

“Name.”

Tied to pure white chains, suspended in the air like a taxidermied butterfly, she had been interrogated by him.

“Tell me your name, witch.”

Hailon, cutting off his words sharply, made her smile deliberately.

“You know it, my name.”

“Answer only the questions asked.”

The blue eyes did not show even the slightest agitation.

His emotionless voice repeated the same words dryly.

“Name.”

Maybe that’s why.

That’s why Chesha became mischievous.

Chesha, who had escaped from the chains of condemnation, paid him back in the same way.

She dug a trap to lure him in and succeeded in tying Hailon to a thorn bush and suspending him in the air.

She burst into laughter at the sight of the holy knight entangled in flowers and thorns….

“Kill me.”

She decided to torment him because she resented him for telling her to kill him without hesitation as soon as he was caught.

“How can you do that? You saved me.”

“……”

Hailon’s eyes narrowed slightly as she mentioned the beginning of their tangled relationship.

It was as if he regretted his actions.

She didn’t care whether he regretted the past or not.

The important thing was the present.

Chesha said, gracefully brushing away the butterflies flying around her.

“I’ll save you once too. But you have to know.”

She stared at her prey, captured by her, with red eyes full of light.

“Our lives are worth more than they were then.”

Chesha gently placed her hand on Hailon’s cheek.

As she lightly scratched his skin with her fingernails, his neat eyes became even more distorted.

“Saving you now is much more of a loss than when you saved me in the past.”

Hailon looked down at his hand for a moment, then looked up again and met Chesha’s eyes.

His cold voice opened his mouth.

“What do you want….”

Hailon’s words stopped abruptly.

Chesha lowered her eyes slightly and brought her face close to his.

“…!”

His eyes widened.

Soon, his tightly bound hand grabbed the thorn bush with a crunch.

Even as blood flowed down, Hailon did not release his grip.

His clenched fist trembled.

After a short but deep contact, the skin that had touched fell away.

Blue eyes, mixed with anger and shame, glared at Chesha.

It was very pleasant to see his eyes shattered and shaking.

She happily watched him, who was so angry that his eyes were red, and licked her lips as if to show off.

“So, a kiss as the price of your life is okay, right?”

At that time, Hailon, who was furious, almost annihilated her.

Tearing off the thorn bush with unbelievable force, he chased Chesha for three days and nights afterwards.

It was a fun memory.

‘But it’s not fun now…….’

Chesha sighed, regretting the atrocities she had committed in the past.

If she had tormented Hailon a little less, she wouldn’t be so nervous.

She was worried that even the Vasillian family would get caught up in it.

‘No, when I think about it, that place is a mess too.’

It wasn’t just getting caught up; they were already plotting things that would make the Inquisitors’ eyes roll.

Because Kieren wants to bring the dead back to life.

Chesha was thinking about this and that.

Hailon said something that turned Chesha’s stomach upside down.

“Do you remember the mother who gave birth to you?”

“Yes?”

“Perhaps your birth mother had dazzling golden hair and red eyes.”

“…Yes?”

Hailon made crazy noises with serious eyes.

“Tell me anything that comes to mind about your birth mother, whether you saw butterflies or flowers, or smelled flowers from your body.”

Wait, wait a minute.

This, right now, could it be that Hailon….

That I, that is, the witch Richessia….

Is he thinking that I had a baby and abandoned it in an orphanage?

‘Does he think I’m Richessia’s daughter!’

It was a truly terrible imagination.

Frankly, the witch Richessia didn’t even have time to get pregnant.

She’s too busy taking care of Hata, causing accidents, and running away, so when would she have time to love someone in peace?

But now Hailon seemed to be having that absurd imagination.

She understood a little.

Richessia’s whereabouts are unknown, but suddenly a similar baby appeared right in front of her.

‘No! I don’t understand!’

Chesha wanted Hailon to stop his crazy imagination.

She was tormented by the urge to grab and tear out his silver hair.

“Or.”

The hand wearing the black glove snapped open the button on the stiff collar.

Chesha opened her lips.

Hailon undid his uniform buttons one after another, snap, snap, snap, one by one.

He also unbuttoned the small snap buttons on the black top he was wearing underneath without hesitation.

Chesha slowly backed away.

Even though she was stuck to the back of the sofa and looking at him with eyes that said, ‘Why is this bastard like this? Is he crazy?’, Hailon didn’t care.

He finally revealed the flesh hidden under his uniform.

He unbuttoned his buttons so that half of his chest was exposed, grabbed his collar, and pulled it to the side.

His straight collarbone was revealed.

“Kkyang!”

Chesha covered her eyes with both hands.

Of course, she didn’t cover them completely, and there was a gap between her fingers.

The red flower pattern drawn on his collarbone was clear under the midday sun.

Even while committing crazy acts from broad daylight, Hailon asked in a calm voice.

“Have you ever seen this pattern?”

Of course, I’ve seen it.

Because it’s the mark Chesha left on him.

She couldn’t figure out how to react for a moment.

She was just gaping her lips like a fish in surprise.

Clang, the door opened without a knock.

“…This.”

A man in a sleek suit said with a smiling voice.

“I don’t know how I should react.”

Chesha and Hailon turned to the door at the same time.

Crack, Kieren tore a candlestick from the wall.

He smiled, swinging the candlestick around.

“Do you want to die, Sir Hailon?”