The Baby Fairy Is A Villain [EN]: Chapter 83

The most expensive mansions were clustered in the capital’s most prestigious neighborhood.

Standing before the main gate of the grandest mansion, Theo seemed to shrink in size.

He was consciously trying to make himself smaller.

“Um, are you really sure we can go in here…?”

Theo, his eyes darting nervously, looked as though he’d bolt at the first opportunity.

Karha’s reluctance stemmed from a different source.

“This… it’s here!”

She recognized it as the private residence of the Inquisitor, where Chesha had spent a week.

Karha’s lips formed a pout, resembling a duck’s bill, frustrated that she had to rely on Hylone’s help.

But she saw no alternative.

With a face etched with displeasure, Karha rang the bell on the mansion’s iron gate.

The servant who answered the door was visibly surprised to see Chesha.

Soon, the entire household staff rushed out to greet her.

“You’ve finally returned!”

“We’ve been eagerly awaiting your arrival.”

“Young miss, we’ve missed you dearly! Do you remember playing ball with me?”

Chesha blushed, overwhelmed by their enthusiastic welcome.

The servants ushered the two companions and the fairy into the mansion with the utmost care.

Theo and Karha, once seated in the drawing room, visibly relaxed.

“I’m relieved for now. But whose mansion is this…?”

“The Chief of Public Order is better off not knowing. Trust me, you’ll wish you hadn’t asked.”

Though her tone was sharp, Karha’s words held truth.

No one willingly courted involvement with the Inquisitor.

Given the confidential nature of the Inquisitor’s identity, even minor offenses could lead to execution to safeguard secrecy.

Even if acquitted, one had to swear a secret oath, binding them by divine power, never to reveal any information about the Inquisitor.

Breaking this oath meant certain death.

Thus, everyone feigned ignorance, avoiding any association with the Inquisitor whenever possible.

Hylone, however, made an exception for the Basilian family.

“You’re safe here, rest assured.”

“Yes! Thank you.”

Karha clicked her tongue, observing Theo’s gratitude.

Honestly, Theo didn’t need to be involved, but he’d been caught in the crossfire.

He seemed to have every right to resent it, yet showed no sign of animosity.

Theo, meanwhile, was busy admiring the house.

“This house is really something.”

“The Chief of Public Order should get his eyes checked.”

“Yes…? How does one go about changing eyeballs?”

“…….”

Karha, who had been grumbling, was rendered speechless by his naiveté.

She seemed ill-equipped to deal with such innocent, bear-like individuals.

‘They’ll get along just fine.’

Even if she left for a while, she didn’t have to worry about Theo and Karha fighting.

“Resting! I’m going upstairs to take a nap.”

Babies were supposed to sleep all the time, after all.

Her confident declaration about going to her room to sleep caused a vein to throb on Karha’s forehead.

“You even had a separate baby room prepared? You little thief…!”

She was furious, questioning his right to have a room prepared for the baby.

“Please calm down, Lady Karha!”

“Let go of me!”

While Karha and Theo were bickering, Chesha slipped away upstairs.

The servant, who had been waiting in front of the drawing room and had previously assisted Chesha during her stay, quickly escorted her to her room.

She gently placed Chesha down and whispered.

“Please visit often. The master is eagerly awaiting your return.”

“…Ung?”

“He often visits the room you stayed in, young miss. It’s quite unlike him.”

The servant blushed, as if confessing a secret.

“We’re all waiting for you, young miss.”

She had only stayed at the mansion for a week, yet she wondered what kind of affection they held for her to act this way.

The enthusiastic welcome earlier had already felt overwhelming, but this confession left her truly bewildered.

Still, Chesha responded generously.

“I’ll come again!”

“Yes. I’ll inform the master immediately. He’s on duty, but he’ll be here before sunset.”

“Arahto.”

The door closed.

Finally alone in the room, Chesha clenched her fists.

The Kingdom of Skaya was wealthy.

This wealth stemmed from its association with pirates and the tributes it received.

Consequently, they likely employed highly skilled mercenaries.

The news of her escape would soon reach Itar’s ears.

When Itar arrived with the mercenaries, Hylone needed to be at the mansion to ensure complete safety.

Chesha’s plan hinged on Hylone’s presence.

‘Otherwise, there’s no point in coming all the way here.’

Therefore, Chesha intended to make Hylone drop everything and rush to her side.

She slowly gathered her strength.

Flowers and butterflies bloomed into existence.

Chesha conjured a large, vibrant butterfly.

The butterfly, radiating a seductive red glow, was unmistakably a witch’s creation.

She sent the butterfly gracefully fluttering its wings towards Hylone first.

Then, she dispatched another one to Itar as well.

Fluttering, the red butterflies vanished towards their respective targets.

“Joah, all prepared.”

Now that she had cast the bait, all that remained was to set the trap.

Chesha chuckled and gathered even more strength.

The space around her twisted and warped.

Chesha’s illusory domain began to unfold.

“Whoa!”

The little baby, now standing in a space where a black and white chessboard stretched out endlessly, took a deep breath.

Flowers bloomed wildly, enveloping her body.

Soon, the witch Richessia materialized where the flowers had been.

As she slowly lifted her closed eyelids, rose-red eyes were revealed.

Wavy golden hair cascaded down her back like a golden waterfall.

Chesha lightly waved her hand and summoned the ax.

She moved her slender limbs freely and swung the ax with practiced ease.

The chess pieces floating in the air were struck by the ax blade, shattering with a crack and scattering into petals before disappearing.

Chesha laughed and shouted.

“Ah, an adult body is the best!”

With another swing of the ax, a massive pile of flowers erupted from the floor.

Chesha sat lightly upon it.

“Shall we wait leisurely?”

The witch’s prey would soon arrive.

***

Itar harbored a deep aversion to anything described as ‘holy’.

Yet, here he was, approaching a mansion frequented by holy knights.

It was an opulent mansion, far beyond the financial reach of ordinary holy knights, leading him to suspect it belonged to a hidden child of some noble family.

In any case, he preferred to avoid anything remotely holy.

But now, he had no choice.

The baby bore a striking resemblance to the witch Richessia.

Itar was determined to possess it.

“Go to the mansion.”

He confidently led his mercenaries towards the mansion where the baby was hiding…

“…?”

He could scarcely believe his eyes.

The holy knight order was surrounding the mansion.

Itar’s mercenaries immediately paled in comparison to the overwhelming presence of the heavily armed elite knights.

“W-what’s going on?”

The mercenaries, intimidated, whispered amongst themselves.

A man who appeared to be the commander of the knight order, standing alongside his troops, turned his gaze towards Itar.

The moment their blue eyes met.

Itar, recognizing the man’s identity, felt an overwhelming urge to flee.

The man narrowed his eyes slightly.

“…You are.”

The moment he spoke.

A butterfly with a reddish glow appeared in his vision.

He was about to reach out to the strange butterfly without thinking, but then he heard the clatter of chains.

“Cough!”

Itar screamed in pain as pure white chains, seemingly materializing from thin air, bound his limbs.

“Do not touch it.”

A low, cool voice issued a cold warning.

But the red butterfly landed gently on Itar’s forehead as he struggled.

The instant the red butterfly’s touch grazed his skin.

The world around him flipped upside down.

The ordinary became extraordinary, and reality dissolved into fantasy.

Itar’s eyes widened at the bizarre scenery unfolding before him.

“T-this is… !”

It was the witch Richessia’s illusory domain.