The Baby Fairy Is A Villain [EN]: Chapter 74

Chesha blinked, taken aback by the Duke’s proposition.

Chesha was quite familiar with such things.

It wasn’t just familiarity; she made a dazzling spectacle of it every time she used her fairy powers.

Of course, the Duke was unaware of Chesha’s true nature as a fairy.

‘Is he trying to teach me magic?’ she wondered.

Chesha had previously disrupted the Duke’s tracking magic. She believed she had gotten away with it, as he hadn’t mentioned anything.

‘He must be mistaken and thinks I possess magical talent.’

It was no wonder he had been winking and making a fuss since their initial encounter at the temple.

Magicians, oddly enough, enjoyed taking on disciples and imparting their knowledge.

There was also the fact that a disciple’s progress reflected well on their mentor, and with so few magicians, they felt compelled to pass on their accumulated knowledge to ensure the continuation of their lineage.

But from Chesha’s observations thus far…

Magicians simply enjoyed showing off.

It seemed to be an occupational hazard.

The only magicians who kept quiet were black magicians.

‘Because they face dire consequences if they boast and are caught practicing black magic.’

In any case, Chesha was a fairy devoid of magical talent.

Fulfilling Duke Ivoroyel’s expectations would be too challenging, leaving her no choice but to decline.

Chesha shook her head.

The Duke scowled.

“Why…?”

It appeared her ‘sparkling’ was a unique skill.

The shocked Duke clung to her in a rather pathetic manner.

“No, is this not to your liking? Wait a moment. I’ll show you something even more impressive!”

Kieren intervened as she was about to draw a large magic circle, momentarily forgetting their location.

“Your Excellency.”

“…No, I was just…”

Duke Ivoroyel, retracting her magic, reluctantly returned Chesha to Kieren.

She gazed at Chesha with a wistful expression and said,

“Let’s continue this conversation another time. I’ll seek you out.”

The Duke clicked her tongue and pointed behind her.

“Count, if you would spare a moment. There’s someone I’d like you to meet.”

Kieren entrusted Chesha to Ishuel, who stood nearby, and obediently followed the Duke.

Ishuel skillfully scooped Chesha into his arms and adjusted her slightly askew hair ornament.

“To make me realize that the power I possess is merely a trivial trick.”

Chesha attentively watched the singer performing the Fairy Queen’s song.

Beneath a crown woven from vibrant flowers, her wavy golden hair cascaded down.

The small flowers and jewels adorning her hair shimmered brilliantly in the chandelier’s light.

Her large eyes, rosy cheeks, and red lips were undeniably beautiful.

Singing amidst illusion magic where flower petals created by magicians fluttered, she seemed ethereal, like a vision from a dream.

However, Chesha regarded her with a hint of disappointment.

‘It’s a bit difficult for a human to truly embody the role of the Fairy Queen.’

She was indeed beautiful, but she fell short of capturing the essence of the Fairy Queen.

The Queen of the Fairies was, quite literally, a queen.

She had to be composed of the most exquisite elements in the world, possessing a nobility and mystique surpassing that of any other fairy.

Of course, Chesha had never actually met the Fairy Queen.

But, as if guided by an instinct ingrained within her, she felt that the Fairy Queen should embody these qualities.

‘Instead of this, I wish I could remember how to grow back into an adult form.’

While Chesha was lost in thought, the song was nearing its conclusion.

“As your servant, I offer the most precious thing.”

The voice, reaching an incredibly high note, delivered an aria with intricate skill.

Some audience members dabbed at their eyes with handkerchiefs, moved by the song’s heavenly melody.

The singer knelt and removed the crown from her head.

“May the glory of divinity be immortal.”

She raised the crown towards the sky.

As dazzling light streamed down, the crown was enveloped in a sacred white glow and vanished.

The song concluded.

A thunderous applause erupted throughout the banquet hall.

Many cheered enthusiastically.

Among those applauding until their hands ached, some were even overcome with emotion.

Amidst this fervor, Chesha felt strangely isolated.

A wave of disgust washed over her.

The moment she witnessed the singer offering the crown, a disturbing thought surfaced.

Hundreds of years ago, when the Fairy Queen presented the crown to the Holy King…

At that time, the Holy Empire was already conducting experiments on fairies in an attempt to unlock the secret of immortality.

Did the Queen of the Fairies genuinely praise God and offer the crown willingly?

History, after all, was written by the victors.

It was entirely plausible that the historical accounts were skewed, differing significantly from the truth.

What if the Queen hadn’t praised God?

What if she hadn’t offered the crown of her own volition?

Chesha felt a wave of nausea at the horrifying implications of her thoughts.

With a slightly trembling hand, she grasped Ishuel’s sleeve.

“…Chesha?”

“I don’t feel well…”

Ishuel, startled, whispered to Karha.

“What should I do? My sister isn’t feeling well. I think it’s because there are too many people.”

She looked for her reliable brother, but Belzeon was engaged in a hushed conversation with the young masters of other prominent families.

Ishuel, holding the drooping Chesha, spoke quickly.

“I’ll take her out for some fresh air. Stay here.”

Karha attempted to follow, as if it were the most natural thing to do.

“Let’s go together.”

“You stay here! If you mess around and ruin your clothes, I’ll kill you.”

“Okay…”

He had no choice but to nod obediently at Ishuel’s forceful threat.

Ishuel escorted Chesha to the terrace.

However, all the terraces were occupied.

After searching several locations, Ishuel gave up and led her to the garden.

“Hoo-eh…”

Breathing in the fresh air brought her relief.

Chesha eagerly inhaled the fragrance of flowers and grass.

Since Duke Ivoroyel had filled the garden with fragrant blossoms, the strong floral scent quickly revitalized her.

Quite a few people were strolling through the garden, seeking respite from the noise of the banquet hall.

They each took a glass of champagne from a table set up on one side of the garden and sipped it, enjoying the soft music drifting from the banquet hall.

In addition to champagne, various types of alcoholic beverages, fruit juices, and light snacks were also available on the outdoor table.

Ishuel seated Chesha on a garden chair near the table, and he sat down beside her.

“I’m okay now!” Chesha exclaimed energetically, having recovered quickly.

“Let’s stay here for a little while anyway. If we go back inside right away, you might feel dizzy again.”

Ishuel wiggled his toes and suddenly said,

“Did you notice everyone staring at us? They asked me several times which dress shop I ordered the dress from.”

Ishuel’s cheeks flushed with pride at the attention he had received.

“Oh, I hope Karha doesn’t ruin the clothes or accessories by the end of the banquet.”

He complained about Karha’s clumsiness, wishing he possessed even half the agility he displayed during swordsmanship training.

Karha tended to be rough with his clothes, causing Ishuel to worry despite his firm warnings before they arrived at the banquet hall.

“I like it so much for once. The hair accessory is also pretty…”

Ishuel’s platinum blonde hair was adorned with a fancy ribbon with lace decorations.

Chesha felt proud that he appreciated the ribbon Hata had made.

Ishuel poked Chesha’s cheek with his finger and whispered,

“My sister is so pretty too.”

It was as the two were gazing at each other and smiling brightly that Chesha was startled by a sudden approaching sound and turned her head.

Instantly, Ishuel jumped up, shielding Chesha.

Splash!

A sound of liquid spilling filled the air.

The sweet aroma of fruit juice permeated the area.

A red stain rapidly spread across Ishuel’s clothes.

The person holding the empty glass shrugged and said,

“Sorry, my mistake.”

It was a boy wearing Hata’s hat.