The Baby Fairy Is A Villain [EN]: Chapter 25

For a moment, my brain froze.

I wondered if I had misheard, but the voices that followed confirmed it.

“At this rate, there won’t be anything left to salvage…”

The one muttering to himself as he walked around the shop was definitely Karha.

Chesha was genuinely surprised.

‘Why is he here?’

The Basilian family wasn’t the type of noble family to flaunt their connections to the underworld.

Moreover, didn’t he say he had urgent business today and went out?

It was an incomprehensible situation, but there was no time to stand idly by.

Karha’s intuition was truly animalistic.

He possessed a sense even more beast-like than Hata, the dog beastman.

‘He’s going to come all the way here.’

Even though I hid my presence, he claimed to smell a flower scent and chased me around the Serpent’s Castle underground prison. Considering that, it was entirely possible.

The drawers and doors were well closed, but I couldn’t be completely relieved.

I had to quickly find the potion, drink it, and disappear.

Chesha even summoned butterflies to rummage through the shelves.

There were all sorts of potion bottles.

A potion to become smarter, a potion to be able to fly, a potion to transform into a puppy, a potion to grow taller…

After rummaging through all sorts of bizarre potions, I finally managed to find one.

Chesha muttered, feeling unsure.

“…Is this it?”

[♥Potion for Baby Fairy♥]

Considering Chesha’s current state, it had the most appropriate label.

However, I wasn’t sure because the effects weren’t properly written.

“Why are there hearts drawn here?”

The hearts drawn on both sides made it feel even more suspicious.

Holding the vial of pink potion, I hesitated for a moment.

Then, at the sound of approaching footsteps, I simply opened the cork.

I closed my eyes and quickly poured it into my mouth.

I swallowed it in one gulp without even tasting it.

Chesha’s body was enveloped in pink light.

“Haa.”

After the light disappeared, Chesha checked the mirror and let out a small sigh of relief.

Golden hair, wavy like golden waves.

Red eyes that suited the name “Enchantress.”

Long, slender arms and legs, and a body with elegant curves.

I had returned to the body of an adult.

Chesha immediately drew upon her power.

To hide the bare legs revealed under the small baby dress that didn’t fit, dozens of butterflies and flowers clung to create a skirt.

Surrounded by colorful flowers and butterflies, the Enchantress Richessia disappeared.

And a moment later.

There was a rattling sound of something being pushed, followed by a crashing sound of something breaking.

Karha, who had cut through the drawers and door with his sword and entered, blinked as he discovered the laboratory.

“…….”

His red eyes carefully examined the interior, but no sign of anyone was felt.

However, Karha sniffed for a long time.

From his pouty, triangular lips, a puzzled voice flowed out as if he didn’t understand.

“Why does it smell like a baby?”

The boy, tilting his head, found a glass bottle rolling on the floor.

Karha, staring at the label on the bottle, muttered.

“…Baby Fairy?”

***

I couldn’t keep wandering around with only butterflies on me.

Chesha went to get clothes first.

When I stopped by the frequently visited underworld costume shop, the owner, who was dozing off, almost fell over in surprise.

“Ri, Ri, Richessia?”

“Hello, Miya.”

The short, curly-haired woman pushed up her large glasses and asked wildly.

“Where have you been, nya! What have you been doing, nya!”

“I was busy.”

Miya was a little crazy, as befitting someone from the underworld, and claimed to be descended from cats.

So she ended every sentence with “nya.” [A Japanese onomatopoeia for a cat’s meow.]

She even wore fake cat ears to stay true to the concept she had set for herself.

I had no idea why she was doing that.

Hata was one of the people she hated the most because she imitated a cat beastman even though she was human.

“You could have stopped by the store once, nya!”

“I told you I was busy. And speak properly.”

“…Yes. I’m sorry.”

Unfortunately, her profound concept was quickly cured by Chesha’s one word.

“What kind of clothes should I give you?”

Pushing away Miya, who was annoyingly clinging to me while speaking human language, I picked out a black dress and put it on.

So that blood wouldn’t be noticeable even if it splattered.

The black dress with almost no decorations was designed to naturally reveal the silhouette of the body.

The skirt was narrow, so I slit it long on the side and tied my hair high with a black ribbon.

For shoes, I wore low-heeled lace-up boots.

Miya, who had been noisy about the outfit that clearly showed I was going to destroy someone, gradually became less talkative.

Still, not forgetting her duty, she shyly recommended matching accessories in a subdued voice.

“Um, would you like a necklace? A choker necklace made of pearl ribbons would look good on you… Hata made it.”

At the sound of Hata making it, I accepted the necklace without complaint and put it on.

I asked, putting on the long black lace gloves she had brought with her.

“Have you seen Hata?”

“I haven’t seen Hata. Did something happen? It’s already a mess right now.”

Miya shuddered.

She wrapped her skinny body with her arms and said.

“Holy Knights have appeared in the underworld.”

“Holy Knights?”

The underworld was a tacit neutral zone.

It had become a huge underground economy as the dirty parts of each country on the continent gathered.

More money than the annual budget of a decent country went through the underworld.

It had become an area that couldn’t be touched carelessly.

Even the Holy Empire, which would turn its eyes upside down at the sight of a heretic, treated the underworld as a place that didn’t exist.

But Holy Knights had appeared.

The underworld was turned upside down by the sudden intervention of external forces.

“But there’s also a rumor that one high-ranking knight acted independently, dragging his subordinates along…”

Miya shrugged, saying it wasn’t certain yet.

There was someone who naturally came to mind, but I immediately pushed the thought away.

‘It wouldn’t be Hylon.’

The esteemed Inquisitor was too busy and wonderful to care about the underworld.

‘The most likely possibility is that a young, inexperienced guy, full of ambition, went too far.’

He may have taken actions that crossed the line, intoxicated by the desire to achieve merit and the calling to punish evil.

In any case, from the Holy Empire’s point of view, once they had drawn their swords, they couldn’t return empty-handed.

Opposites were about to clash.

Moreover, a precedent had been set for external forces to interfere in the underworld, so it was a troublesome matter in many ways.

“The Master won’t stand still.”

Miya pretended to tremble again, saying he was a scary person.

“Master” was the term used to refer to the owner of the underworld.

His identity had never been revealed.

However, he had ruled the underworld for generations.

Most of the residents of the underworld positively evaluated the Master.

He was the one who gave the minimum order to the place made of chaos.

The Master’s face was also unknown because all those who had seen him directly had died.

Chesha had never met him either.

Still, Chesha had a good feeling about the Master.

This was because, for some reason, he was lenient even when the Enchantress Richessia caused various incidents.

Of course, it could be because Richessia had strong power, so he couldn’t touch her.

“Anyway, you haven’t seen Hata.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Let me know if you hear anything.”

Chesha reached out her hand.

The flower that appeared in the air drew a long shape.

Chesha, taking out an axe from between the flowers, smiled brightly.

“I’ll probably be done before that, though.”

Chesha walked out of the costume shop with the axe.

A wind blew through the brightly lit streets.

Paper scattered on the streets, along with the dust that rose dimly.

They were all wanted posters for the Enchantress Richessia.

Chesha stepped on the wanted posters looking for her and took a step.

“Enchantress?”

“It’s the Enchantress!”

“It’s Richessia.”

“Wasn’t she dead?”

Those who recognized Chesha whispered.

I was deliberately acting conspicuously.

So that those who took Hata could find me.

So that they would contact me.

‘After all, the goal is me.’

Chesha swung her axe.

Flowers bloomed profusely on the dry dirt road.

The sight of colorful butterflies flying was fantastic, but those who saw the flowers screamed and ran away as if they had seen a landmine.

Chesha walked on the flowers and leisurely shouted.

“Bring Hata back!”

It was when the residents of the underworld were abandoning their shops and running away in a hurry.

“Enchantress.”

A man covered in black cloth from head to toe blocked Chesha’s path.

He said in a grotesquely cracked voice.

“The Master calls for you.”