The Baby Fairy Is A Villain [EN]: Chapter 127

While Kieren and Hাইলon were preparing to cause a major incident,

Chesha was heading somewhere with Cardinal Milliard, who was impersonating her biological father.

Cardinal Milliard kept glancing her way.

Every time their eyes met, Chesha gave him a bright smile.

The cardinal was very pleased with her innocent smile, which showed she suspected nothing.

He seemed encouraged by the fact that the situation was progressing smoothly, just as he wanted.

And as soon as they were far away from Kieren, he revealed his true intentions.

“Let’s go and have an audience with His Majesty the Holy King.”

He suddenly mentioned the Holy King, even though he had said he would give her time for a private conversation with her real father.

Chesha stared at Cardinal Milliard.

He smiled kindly.

“The Holy King will help your father to fully repent.”

She barely managed to hold back her laughter.

‘So, this was the real goal?’

If the original purpose was to prevent Chesha from participating in the Minor Saint Prayer Meeting, now that they knew she was a fairy, it seemed they had changed their plan to isolate Chesha from the Basilian family.

The ultimate goal was to lure her out using the existence of her real father and take her to the Holy King.

‘But what are they going to use me for?’

They couldn’t just throw her into a lab.

Chesha had already demonstrated her usefulness. The Holy Empire, which struggled to manage monsters, needed Chesha and the Basilian family.

She wondered what the Holy King was planning.

The cardinal led Chesha and the impersonator to a large glass greenhouse in the backyard.

He had said he would arrange a place for them to talk, but ridiculously, as soon as they reached the greenhouse, he changed his tune.

“Go inside and wait for a moment. His Majesty the Holy King will be here soon.”

“Where’s the mister?”

In response to her question about why the father impersonator wasn’t going in with her, the cardinal smoothly delivered his prepared response.

“Your father needs special preparation before meeting His Majesty the Holy King.”

He urged her to have an audience with His Majesty the Holy King first, acting as if it was a great honor to have a private audience.

He was trying to shove the clueless child into the Holy King’s clutches.

The man glanced around anxiously.

He knew Chesha was the daughter of a witch, so he was worried about the consequences and wondered if he should somehow stop this situation now.

Chesha signaled the man to stay still and obediently replied.

“Okay.”

And she went into the greenhouse alone.

The greenhouse was quite large.

It felt huge to a small child.

Under the bright sunlight, various trees and flowers grew lushly.

It was a space filled with Chesha’s favorite plants, but instead of freshness, she felt a suffocating stuffiness.

It was because of the bizarre sight that caught her eye even before the green plants.

There were dozens of birdcages in the greenhouse.

The birdcages, hung on the trees at different heights, were diverse in shape, as were the types of birds trapped inside.

Rare birds with colorful feathers sang in pleasant voices.

The graceful flapping of wings and chirping sounded like a choir of angels.

It was a beautiful yet grotesque sight.

‘Why are there so many birds locked up like this…?’

Chesha shuddered inwardly and walked forward a little more.

There was also a birdcage hanging at Chesha’s eye level.

Inside the small birdcage hanging on a small tree, a bluebird was trapped.

It was a young bluebird that resembled Hাইলon’s eye color.

When she got closer to the birdcage, the bluebird seemed to have no energy at all.

It was just crouching in the corner of the cage with its wings drooping.

Sensing someone’s presence, the bluebird trembled and opened its small beak.

“……”

However, it couldn’t even manage a small cry and closed its mouth again powerlessly.

It must have been unable to eat anything, as it looked parched.

She looked inside the birdcage, but there was no bird feeder or water bowl.

‘Is it going to die like this?’

She felt like she had to give it something right away.

It would have been nice to have even a biscuit, but she had nothing in her pockets.

‘I want to give it water, at least.’

Since it was a greenhouse, she thought she might find a bucket of water somewhere if she looked carefully.

She was clinging to the birdcage and agonizing when—

“Y-you shouldn’t touch it.”

A small voice was heard.

Prince Remil of Hebarton was peeking out from behind a bush.

It was the first time she had seen him since he had been humiliated in front of everyone for not being able to use his divine power because of Kieren.

The boy, still pale, looked around and rushed over.

Then he gently grabbed and pulled on Chesha’s clothes.

“Get away….”

The pulling force was as light as a feather, but Chesha took a couple of steps away from the birdcage as she was told and asked.

“Why?”

Feeling that the explanation was a bit lacking, Remil, who was biting his chapped lips, added one more word.

“Because they’re being trained.”

He was making frustrating noises.

Chesha pointed at the bluebird with her finger and said clearly.

“But it looks like it’s going to die.”

Remil blinked rapidly at her words—that it was going to die soon, so what training was he talking about?

“Still… they have to be trained to become useful beings.”

There was a slight hint of doubt in his voice, as if it was awkward to explain something so obvious.

Chesha narrowed her brows.

‘What nonsense are you talking about?’

It was when they were staring at each other, unable to understand each other, that a voice said,

“So, you were here.”

An old man in simple clothes approached slowly with a faint smile.

Remil immediately knelt on one knee and paid his respects.

“In the name of God, I greet His Majesty the Holy King.”

Holy King Sianor waved his hand dismissively at Remil’s greeting.

Remil bowed lightly and stood up straight again.

Sianor came to Chesha’s side, bent down, and sat down.

He sat down without caring that his clothes were dragging on the dirt floor and looked into the birdcage side by side with Chesha, asking,

“Are you worried about the bird?”

“Take it out.”

At Chesha’s request, Sianor readily opened the birdcage door.

He unlocked the latch and pulled out the bluebird.

The bluebird’s small body rested on the palm of his hand, which was wearing thin silk gloves.

The bluebird, which had just struggled to even open its beak, suddenly flapped its wings.

The desperately struggling bluebird clawed at the gloves and tore the fabric.

It looked like it would fly away at any moment, but its small body couldn’t rise into the sky.

Sianor clicked his tongue softly at the desperate struggle.

“Why are you so stubborn?”

It was a murmur, as if he was genuinely worried about the bluebird.

Looking at his kind face, it seemed as if Sianor was taking care of the sick bluebird.

But that could never be the case.

Chesha quietly bit the inside of her cheek to suppress her disgust.

More than half of the bluebird’s wing feathers had been cut off.

A bird that can’t fly…… the meaningless flapping was pitiful.

The Holy King sighed, stroked the bluebird, and put it back in the cage.

He said kindly to Chesha, as if telling her not to worry.

“I’ll take it out when it calms down.”

“…What if it keeps being fierce?”

“That can’t be.”

Sianor picked up Chesha with one arm and stood up.

He stretched out his other arm as if telling Chesha to look around the greenhouse.

“All the birds here have been trained and have become wonderful pet birds. That bluebird is just young and has a strong wild nature, but it will soon be tamed and become a pet bird that is loved by people.”

Sianor smiled and asked Chesha.

“Shall I give it to you as a gift when the training is over?”

Chesha, who was listening to his words, looked at Remil without realizing it.

Remil didn’t seem to find anything strange about this disgusting act.

The moment she saw the young boy with clear eyes, Chesha realized that the Holy King’s ‘training’ was not limited to the birds trapped in cages.

‘…Hাইলon.’

And that Hাইলon must have also been ‘trained’ by the Holy King.