The Baby Fairy Is A Villain [EN]: Chapter 47

“You’ve been dumping all your work on me until now, so it’s time you handled things yourself, right? I may be the heir to the Count title, but you’re already the Count.”

“……”

It was such a logically sound argument that there was no room for rebuttal.

Hata stirred inside the bag.

Hata, too, seemed quite flustered by the unexpected crisis.

Chesha, who was anxiously pacing inside, asked him,

“Zo, does dat mean we keep going togeder?”

“Only until the Lesser Saint Prayer Meeting begins.”

Belzeon continued calmly.

“Either way, you’re bound to get caught. You can’t evade the Count’s eyes forever.”

Chesha agreed with that.

“So, the goal is to stall until the Lesser Saint Prayer Meeting. If I accompany you directly, it might delay your capture a bit longer.”

It wasn’t an entirely impulsive decision after all.

He was assessing the situation and calculating various possibilities before causing trouble.

Certainly, no one else could match Belzeon’s direct involvement in accompanying Chesha.

Moreover, if Belzeon were to step away, the Basilien County’s work would pile up.

Kieren wouldn’t be able to completely ignore the accumulating tasks, which would limit his movements in many ways.

‘Ugh…….’

Chesha’s escape and flight plan had crumbled to pieces.

There was no justification to separate Belzeon, and he had to live as a baby for a while anyway.

‘I have no choice. Let’s just stick together for a bit.’

Having made up his mind, Chesha reached out his hand to Belzeon.

“Den, pwease take care of me.”

Belzeon didn’t immediately take the hand that Chesha had offered so eagerly.

Only when Chesha began to feel a bit awkward did he finally grasp it.

Then, he picked Chesha up again and boarded the hackney carriage.

He quietly closed the carriage door and tapped on the old wooden window connected to the driver’s seat.

The coachman, who had been sound asleep, finally opened his eyes and grabbed the reins.

The hackney carriage was excruciatingly slow, perhaps because the old coachman was driving.

It was a frustrating speed for someone who needed to escape quickly.

Still, Chesha figured Belzeon must have had a reason for choosing this carriage, so he remained still.

Clatter, clatter.

The sound of hooves striking the well-paved stone road echoed through the quiet dawn.

Chesha gazed at the Basilien County residence, now growing distant.

It was a space he had grown somewhat fond of.

Especially since it was a beautifully and elegantly decorated townhouse, unlike the dreary Snake Castle.

He would have another chance to come to the capital, and then he could admire it from afar like this…….

“……?”

Chesha, who had been immersed in the dawn’s sentimentality, gazing at the townhouse with gentle eyes, felt a slight sense of unease.

It was because Belzeon, sitting across from him, was rummaging for something inside his robe.

Something that looked somewhat, well, very…….

Like a detonator. A device that could remotely detonate explosives using magic.

‘No, I must be imagining things.’

But Belzeon immediately proved that it was not an absurd thought.

He promptly pressed the button with a click.

After a moment of silence.

콰콰쾅!

A tremendous explosion tore through the quiet dawn.

The west wing of the townhouse, which held Chesha’s short memories, completely collapsed, and fire ignited instantly.

The coachman in the driver’s seat was horrified and struggled to soothe the frantic horses.

The horses, startled by the explosion, began to gallop at speeds rivaling racehorses.

The leisurely carriage ride had suddenly turned into a desperate escape, a grand exodus from the capital.

The perpetrator, who had single-handedly created the dawn’s nightmare, nonchalantly crushed the detonator in his hand as if nothing had happened.

Belzeon tossed the broken pieces out of the carriage and said nonchalantly.

“The cleanup will make tracking difficult until tomorrow.”

“…….”

Watching him, Chesha made a decision.

‘I must never mess with Belzeon…….’

He completely understood why the twins listened to Belzeon so obediently.

***

“Master.”

Jahan approached nimbly.

The stench of blood permeated the air.

Kieren’s sword hung limply to one side.

At his feet, dark shadows writhed as if alive.

Kieren rarely used his magic sword outside the East.

He usually resolved things with magic or sent someone else to handle them.

But today was a challenging day that required him to use his sword.

“Haa…….”

Kieren muttered in a testy tone.

“It’s endless.”

He walked away, avoiding the fleshy remains of what used to be humans splattered beneath his feet.

Blood dripped from Jahan’s whip as he followed.

Someone had leaked information.

Very accurate information, which meant he had been dealing with assassins all day.

At this point, it was clear that someone from the inner circle had sold the information.

He didn’t know who it was, but he was determined to find them and kill them.

He was about to move to the next area, his long coat billowing, when someone covered from head to toe in black cloth suddenly appeared out of thin air.

“Master, urgent news.”

Kieren stared at the man with cold eyes.

And he swallowed a hollow laugh at the words that followed.

“The mansion is on fire.”

“Jahan, bring the twins.”

He issued the order immediately and teleported to the mansion using magic before Jahan could even respond.

Despite the late hour, the streets were as bright as day.

It was because the Basilien County’s mansion was engulfed in flames.

Not only the servants but also the capital’s security forces were mobilized to put out the fire.

Kieren quickly scanned the crowd to confirm.

Unable to find who he was looking for, Kieren headed straight into the mansion.

“Oh, o-oh! Count!”

A cry to stop Kieren from entering the interior was heard, but he paid no attention.

A twisted smile hung on Kieren’s lips as he ran through the corridors blazing with heat.

Despite the massive fire, there were no casualties.

The fire had started precisely when the west wing was empty.

People inside the mansion had plenty of time to escape as the fire spread.

The perfectly timed situation couldn’t be a coincidence.

And that wasn’t all.

The fire had completely tied Kieren down.

He couldn’t use black magic because dozens of people had gathered due to the fire.

Moreover, he would have to be called here and there to deal with the aftermath of the fire.

It was a brilliant move.

He now knew who had leaked the information to the assassins who had been relentlessly attacking him today.

‘It’s Belzeon.’

Indeed, he was worthy of being the Basilien’s child who would rule the Black Forest.

“I hope you don’t make me too angry…….”

Kieren muttered to himself and stopped in front of Chesha’s bedroom.

Then, he kicked the door open.

쾅, The door opened roughly.

Kieren called out a name in a low voice.

“Chesha.”

But there was no response.

The bedroom, untouched by the fire, was empty.

Kieren stood silently in the quiet bedroom that had lost its owner for a while.

Until the flames reached it.

Only after the red flames rushed before his eyes did he come to his senses.

A slow smile spread across his expressionless face.

A gleam flickered in his red eyes, and the shadows in the room began to surge ominously.

Darkness writhed and quickly spread through the bedroom.

The raging flames weakened as soon as they touched the darkness.

A chilling coldness, out of place in the burning mansion, covered the surroundings eerily.

Ha, Kieren chuckled briefly and smiled coldly.

“Where did my daughter go?”