The Baby Fairy Is A Villain [EN]: Chapter 23

All the men of the Vasilios family gathered for breakfast.

It was a very unusual occurrence.

Normally, Kieren either woke up late or didn’t come home at all, so he never ate breakfast.

So, when he appeared at the breakfast table, everyone looked surprised.

Even Belzion, who was eating with a blank face, strictly observing proper etiquette.

The twins, who were usually transferring unwanted vegetables to each other’s plates, also stopped moving.

Kieren smiled and greeted his three brothers, who were all staring at him.

“Good morning.”

He casually sat Cheshire, whom he was holding, in the baby dragon chair next to him.

And he secured a napkin as a bib.

The butler brought food and tea to Kieren, along with the newspaper.

Bread, sausage, bacon, boiled beans, grilled tomatoes and mushrooms, and various egg dishes.

The plate was piled high with food, but Kieren didn’t touch any of it.

Instead, he sipped his black tea and occasionally fed Cheshire.

“Try this too, Cheshire.”

“Yes!”

“You have to eat everything. Do you dislike mushrooms?”

“…….”

She was so perceptive it was almost annoying.

In the end, Cheshire, after swallowing a piece of mushroom, made a disgusted face and quickly rinsed her mouth with honeyed milk.

After ensuring Cheshire had eaten enough, Kieren drank his black tea and leisurely unfolded the newspaper.

Cheshire ate the crispy toast with jam and glanced at the newspaper.

The headline, written in large letters on the front page, caught her eye.

Kieren read it aloud in a relaxed voice.

“Count Rudin died of a heart attack.”

‘Heart attack?’

I clearly saw him hanging himself, but they’re announcing a completely different cause of death.

It seemed that suicide was considered a disgrace for noble families.

‘But there’s no evidence to suggest it was murder.’

The remaining family members must be going crazy.

I wonder if Kieren even calculated this when he acted.

Clang!

A sharp sound, like breaking glass, rang out.

It was the sound of Belzion putting down his fork, the silver cutlery hitting the plate.

It was a breach of etiquette, but no one pointed it out.

The twins stopped kicking each other under the table.

Cheshire also suddenly slowed her chewing of the bread she had been fiercely devouring.

While the two boys and the baby subtly glanced around, Belzion lightly wiped his lips with a napkin.

After neatly placing the napkin on the table, he began to speak.

“Why did you kill him?”

Belzion fixed Kieren with a direct gaze.

“I could have handled it. Even if you hadn’t intervened, I would have resolved the Count issue well, as befitting the Vasilios name.”

He was completely convinced that Kieren was the killer.

A sharp tone underscored his accusatory question.

“Did you suddenly feel a sense of responsibility for the family and kill Count Rudin?”

“No.”

Kieren’s reply was simple.

A vein popped out on Belzion’s forehead.

He looked as if he was about to pick up the cutlery, one piece at a time, and throw it at Kieren.

Kieren burst into laughter and put down his teacup.

He rested his elbow on the table and supported his chin with his hand.

“I just killed him.”

“…….”

Belzion pressed his lips tightly.

He stared at Kieren for a long time before slowly opening his mouth.

“Did you clean up properly?”

“Of course. But I regret having to kill him in secret. I should have hung him in the town square and then cut off his head.”

Kieren’s eyes narrowed.

“The feeling of being taken advantage of wasn’t pleasant.”

He spoke casually, but his words were laced with a distinct coldness.

His long fingers tapped rhythmically on the table.

“I have a cute youngest now, so I’m thinking of stepping into the limelight and taking power, like you suggested…”

Kieren smiled.

The corners of his mouth lifted in a refreshing smirk.

“What do you think, Belzion?”

Belzion looked slightly frustrated.

But after taking a deep breath, he calmly replied.

“That’s what I’ve been hoping for.”

Cheshire, who was listening to the conversation, rolled her eyes.

She had roughly expected it, but no one seemed surprised or shocked that Kieren had killed Count Rudin.

She overheard Karha and Ishuel whispering.

“Hey, that’s why I told you to go kill him yesterday. I got sniped [beat to the punch].”

“Who was the coward who was afraid of getting scolded by his brother?”

“…Me.”

The agreeing voice was a little quiet.

However, Karha stabbed Ishuel’s hand with a fork, as if upset about backing down.

“But honestly, you were scared too, weren’t you?”

Ishuel frowned and pulled his hand back.

“Could you not touch my hand? If it gets scratched, it’s a continental loss, you know?”

“Whatever.”

Kieren smiled faintly at the sight of them whispering.

He filled Cheshire’s glass with milk and said casually.

“The Ibroiel ducal family’s banquet is approaching. I’ve hired a new tutor, so everyone should study hard. How are the costumes coming along, Ishuel?”

“They’ll be here this week for the final fittings.”

It seemed that Ishuel was in charge of all the outfits for the banquet.

Well, judging by the way he usually dressed, it made sense.

Ishuel always wore clothes and accessories with elaborate decorations, and he often admired his beauty in front of the mirror for a long time.

The reason he always wore parasols and wide-brimmed hats was because he was worried about damaging his milky white skin.

For the record, the expression ‘milky white skin’ was directly used by Ishuel himself.

“Good. I’ll have to make time then.”

Kieren, who had emptied his teacup, got up from his seat and lightly straightened his clothes.

He, who had already appeared at the breakfast table in a perfect suit, received a hat, coat, and cane from the butler and asked.

“Everyone, stay out of trouble. Take good care of Cheshire.”

After offering his farewell, he left the dining room.

It seemed that Kieren was going out again today.

What was he doing wandering around since he came to the capital?

Cheshire recalled what she had seen last night.

A report on the Enchantress Richessia.

It was very detailed, hidden in Kieren’s study.

Obtaining such information would be impossible without connections in the underworld.

How did he find out?

And why did he want to know?

It couldn’t be without a purpose.

Some aristocratic nobles deliberately associated with the underworld, claiming it was to show off.

It was because of the ridiculous notion that they were demonstrating their daring by flirting with danger.

However, the Vasilios family was isolated in the Black Forest.

There was no apparent reason for them to be interested in the Enchantress Richessia at all.

‘If they are interested, it can only be because she’s a fairy.’

Perhaps they were looking for a way to revive the dead Countess….

They might have experimented with fairies.

Kieren was a black magician, and the Snake’s Castle was in a remote location, making it suitable for conducting experiments in secret.

“…….”

Cheshire’s eyes narrowed.

There was no need to jump to conclusions.

‘I haven’t seen any data related to the experiment yet.’

I was going to find out what Kieren was doing in the capital first.

“Well, I’m done eating.”

Cheshire, who had finished her meal, jumped out of the child’s chair.

The twins quickly shoveled their remaining food into their mouths.

They were trying to chase after her.

Cheshire quickly warned them.

“I want to be alone.”

“Why!”

After sighing, she replied.

“Because my heart is troubled.”

“…Why?”

Cheshire haughtily walked out of the dining room alone.

The twins, looking genuinely confused, quickly tried to follow, but Belzion stopped them.

“Eat properly. And don’t bother her. You’ll see her again this afternoon anyway.”

When the new tutor arrived, they would have to take classes together and have tea time.

Karha grumbled in dissatisfaction.

“I was planning to go out tonight, though.”

However, he retreated with Ishuel, still grumbling.

Cheshire, who had a moment of free time thanks to Belzion, ran back to her room quickly.

But her legs were short, so she wasn’t very fast.

“Take me to my room!”

So, she was quickly scooped up by a passing servant and carried.

The servant blushed and took Cheshire to her room.

She said strange things like, ‘It’s an honor for the family to hold Cheshire, miss!’ so she waved her hand dismissively and sent her away.

Back in the bedroom, Cheshire quickly gathered her focus.

She needed to contact Hata quickly.

She created a butterfly and sent it flying, hwi [sound of flapping wings]….

“Huh?”

The butterfly didn’t fly out the window; instead, it spun around in place.

It seemed unable to find its direction, circling aimlessly before eventually returning to Cheshire.

With the butterfly hovering over her head, Cheshire stood there blankly.

There was only one reason why the butterfly couldn’t find its way.

“…Hata.”

Something had happened to Hata.

Cheshire’s eyes sharpened.

Only one thought filled her head.

Who dares?