The Baby Fairy Is A Villain [EN]: Chapter 86

Wap.

Karha took a bite of the scone.

He chewed and swallowed for a while, and then, as if it tasted good, he held it out to Chesha.

Wamnyam.

Chesha naturally tore off a corner of the scone that Karha offered.

The round scone now bore one large bite mark and one small bite mark.

“How is it?”

“Mashiseoyo!” [Delicious!]

“Should I put cream on it for you?”

“Jam, too.”

“Okay.”

Karha generously spread apple jam and clotted cream on the scone and handed it back to Chesha.

Chesha didn’t lift a finger and simply ate whatever Karha gave her.

He even dabbed at Chesha’s lips with a napkin if even a single crumb appeared.

Thanks to that, Chesha really didn’t have anything to do.

‘He’s doing this on purpose, isn’t he?’

Of course, Karha always took good care of Chesha.

But now, it seemed like a bit of competitive spirit was at play as well.

Chesha diligently tore off pieces of the scone with her small mouth, glancing at the opposite side.

Hailon was sitting there, drinking tea with a dignified posture.

The uniform he had taken off in Hwan-yeok was neatly arranged again.

As always, his attire was perfect, without a single detail out of place.

He lowered his eyes and drank his tea, then slightly raised his gaze.

When his eyes met Chesha’s, a faint smile spread across his icy face.

Seeing Hailon’s smile, Karha acted like an angry colt.

“Don’t smile?”

He seemed ready to jump out and bite him at any moment.

Hailon put down his teacup and replied nonchalantly.

“Not even the Sun Emperor of the Palen Empire would have the right to force others to stop smiling.”

He meant, ‘Who are you to order me around?’

Karha shouted with an even more heated expression.

“It’s because you keep smiling at someone else’s baby!”

“Why are you like this, Karha-nim? I’m sure he’s smiling because the young lady is cute.”

Theo, who didn’t know about the complicated history between the Basilian family and the Holy Empire’s Inquisitor, acted innocently.

Theo held a very small teacup in his hand and smiled brightly.

“I also smile when I make eye contact with the young lady. Isn’t she just too cute?”

“…….”

Karha briefly covered his eyes with his hand.

Whenever Theo acted like that, Karha lost his fighting spirit.

Karha hugged Chesha, who was sitting on his lap, tightly, raising his already sharp eyes into a glare.

“Thank you for helping.”

“I didn’t help you.”

Hailon drew a firm line.

“I was merely fulfilling my duty as the child’s escort knight.”

How long would he keep using that temporary escort knight excuse?

‘He’s convinced that I’m related to Richessia, so he’ll never try to leave me in the future.’

He wondered what excuse he would use to cling to him after the Saint Child’s prayer meeting was over.

Karha glared at Hailon.

Perhaps because nothing was going his way today, he seemed a bit prickly.

The round and gentle teddy bear, Theo, stepped in to mediate the atmosphere.

He brought up another topic.

“I never knew the Basilian family had a connection with a Holy Knight. And to think you’re from the First Order Holy Knight Division, that’s amazing.”

Theo looked at Hailon with admiring eyes.

“I used to dream of becoming a Holy Knight when I was young. Because the uniform is so cool. I even imagined receiving a relic from the Holy King.”

Theo said shyly that he wanted the Spear of Rubeus.

His way of smoothly praising their host was quite excellent.

The problem was that the praise didn’t please the homeowner.

Hailon received a relic and became subordinate to the Holy Empire.

Subordinate was just a word; his situation was no different from a dog on a leash.

Remembering the scars left on his back, he glanced at him, and as expected, his eyes were slightly sunken.

He didn’t show it outwardly, but he didn’t seem to want to talk about it much.

Only the oblivious Theo continued to smile and talk.

“If it’s not too much to ask, could I ask you for a sparring match later? Karha-nim, have you ever sparred with a Holy Knight…….”

“I haven’t. We’re not close.”

It was when Karha was diligently interfering with Theo’s efforts to ease the atmosphere.

Hailon, who had been silent, suddenly opened his mouth.

“You do need training.”

Theo, Chesha, and even Karha paused for a moment at the sudden remark.

Hailon crushed Karha’s pride with a blank face.

“You are weak, Karha Basilian.”

He asked.

“How long are you going to keep running away?”

***

Karha’s twin brother was different from him from head to toe.

The only thing they had in common was the color of their red eyes.

Their appearance and tastes were so opposite that it was embarrassing to call them twins.

Still, he had never failed to understand Ishuel.

He knew roughly what Ishuel was thinking and feeling just by looking at his eyes.

Karha could always know what Ishuel wanted.

It was an intuition he felt as a twin.

But recently, Ishuel was…….

Karha kept thinking that he didn’t really know him well.

The most extreme case was when he suddenly started learning magic actively, even though he had said he would only do noble things and refused to learn it no matter what.

Karha thought his twin brother had gone crazy.

When he asked him why he was doing that, Ishuel replied briefly.

“Because I’m desperate.”

It was something he couldn’t understand at all.

But watching Ishuel steadily walk the path of a mage made him feel strange.

After a new sibling entered the Basilian family.

Kieren, Belzeon, and Ishuel…….

Each of them began to move forward for their own distinct purpose.

He felt like he was the only one left behind.

So, for now, Karha also trained in swordsmanship more diligently than before.

Because it was his favorite thing to do.

But he kept feeling like it wasn’t enough.

Swordsmanship was Karha’s escape.

Whenever he felt overwhelming emotional turmoil, he would swing his sword.

He would invade the Black Forest, kill all the monsters, and run wild as an executioner in the underworld.

Then, his turbulent heart would calm down.

Thanks to that, Karha was able to become an indifferent boy in everything.

It was a quiet life in its own way.

Until a baby intervened in Karha’s life.

After meeting the baby, he strangely kept feeling regretful.

He kept thinking about things he had never thought about before.

‘It would have been better if I were stronger.’

Karha was overwhelmingly strong, and he had never felt a sense of defeat.

But as he lived with the baby, he kept reaching his limits.

There were things that happened right in front of his eyes where he was powerless.

Sometimes it was due to the difference in power.

But sometimes, it was clearly due to Karha’s lack of strength.

The moment he had to watch the Inquisitor of the Holy Empire and Kieren fight was still unpleasantly stuck in his mind.

Since then, Karha had devoted himself even more to swordsmanship.

However, the emotions that he would normally shake off after swinging his sword a few times became more and more intense.

They kept tormenting Karha darkly.

It wasn’t just because of the desire to become stronger.

A dissatisfaction that he himself couldn’t understand was gradually driving Karha to the edge of a cliff.

The days of wandering without finding an answer continued.

And today, Karha felt unpleasant again.

Even if it was because the other party was royalty.

It was very unpleasant to rely on his young brother to run away and hide under the protection of the Inquisitor he hated.

It was anger that couldn’t be resolved by swinging a sword.

What on earth should he do in times like these?

Karha was distressed because he couldn’t find a solution.

“How long are you going to keep running away?”

Until his heart was pierced by the Inquisitor’s question.