The Baby Fairy Is A Villain [EN]: Chapter 131

Waddle, waddle.

Waddle, waddle, waddle.

Chesha felt a rough tremor.

It was the vibration from Norman, who was holding him, trembling violently.

Chesha deeply understood Norman’s terror.

Because Kiern, standing right before them now…

‘I’m scared too…?’

Was glaring at Norman.

His lips were smiling, but the red eyes above them had pupils that were narrowed to slits.

He had eyes that perfectly resembled a snake.

Norman, trembling like a frog before a snake, was on the verge of losing control of his bladder.

He had barely escaped from being tormented by the Holy Emperor and the Cardinal, and now it was Count Vasillian.

Chesha felt a tiny bit of pity for Norman.

‘Why did you get involved in something like this?’

Chesha tapped Norman.

The trembling Norman finally came to his senses.

Chesha got down from his arms and landed on the ground.

The moment the soft touch of grass reached his feet, he started running.

Dodo, the sound of his little footsteps reached none other than Kiern.

“Daddy!”

Chesha spread his arms wide towards him.

It was a gesture asking to be held.

But instead of readily holding him as usual, Kiern knelt down in front of Chesha on one knee.

Swish, the hem of his clothes spread out on the lawn.

Sitting down to meet his eye level, he quietly looked at Chesha and asked.

“What were you doing?”

“Jusht shtorying.”

“…Ah.”

Long fingers lightly grasped Chesha’s hand.

It was the same hand that had brushed off the leaves from Norman.

Kiern placed the small hand on his palm and stared at it for a long time.

The small hand placed on the large hand looked like a doll or a toy at first glance.

This was especially true since Kiern had particularly long and large hands.

After looking at it for a while, Kiern covered Chesha’s hand with his other hand.

Whump, Chesha’s hand was trapped in Kiern’s hands.

Kiern, who had his hands clasped together as if he had caught a butterfly that might fly away at any moment, opened his lips.

“You seem to have become close already. Even though it hasn’t been long since you met.”

A low voice was subtly subdued.

He frowned slightly and muttered.

“Is it because he’s your real dad…?”

Even though he knew better than anyone else, he deliberately said it like this.

‘It feels like raising a child.’

He was making it obvious that he was sulking and wanted to be appeased quickly.

It was just when he was about to coax and appease Kiern.

He uttered a gloomy soliloquy.

“I’m… a fake dad…?”

Chesha was startled.

‘Why would you say something like that!’

It was a statement that would turn someone into human garbage.

Chesha, startled, opened his mouth wide and quickly checked below his feet.

The shadow, which had felt strangely long since earlier, was now slowly starting to distort.

It seemed like he had to come up with something quickly.

Chesha wiggled the hand trapped between Kiern’s palms.

Kiern, displeased with the constant wriggling, slightly opened the hands that were pressing down from above and below.

Pop, a small pink flower appeared through the gap.

Kiern, seeing the modest flower, whispered its name.

“…Rose.”

“It’sh a pwesent!”

Chesha, who had taken out his gently held hand, grabbed Kiern’s wrist with both hands, where the flowers were gathered.

The pure pink flower and the bewitching red-eyed man seemed like they wouldn’t match at all, but strangely, they blended well.

“Not a fake Daddy. You’sh Chesha’sh Daddy.”

Right, he tried to act as cute as possible.

Kiern answered after a long time.

“…Uhm.”

Kiern, who carefully placed the pink rose in his front pocket, finally got up.

Picking Chesha up and holding him in his arms, he stared at Norman.

The frozen Norman shouted.

“Co, congratulations on your releash from prison!”

“……”

He had clearly warned him not to say anything unnecessary.

Too nervous, he made a dog-like sound as soon as he made eye contact with Kiern.

Kiern smiled slyly.

He approached Norman with Chesha in his arms.

Norman made a face as if he wanted to faint at the sight of the stunningly handsome man approaching with a seductive smile.

“What’s your name?”

“No, No, Norman…”

“You said you were a black magician. And the master of the underworld guaranteed that you and my child are of the same bloodline?”

“Yeeeesss……”

Kiern, who had been staring at Norman intently, suddenly burst into a low laugh.

The somewhat convulsive laughter was short and sharp.

“Okay, Norman.”

Kiern took out a handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat from Norman’s forehead.

Then, he threw the dirty handkerchief at him as if throwing away trash.

Norman, hit by the handkerchief, gasped.

Kiern tilted his head and whispered sweetly to him.

“Let’s get along, dads.”

Chesha briefly wondered if the meaning of ‘getting along’ had changed to something like ‘committing a dismemberment murder’ or ‘dismembering’.

After giving a greeting full of murderous intent, Kiern turned around neatly.

He said to Chesha kindly.

“Let’s go home.”

“Yesh!”

Chesha answered energetically, then felt something was wrong and asked again.

“…Home?”

“Our home.”

He wouldn’t call the accommodation located in the Holy Empire ‘our home,’ would he…?

Kiern smiled brightly at Chesha, who was wondering.

“I’m going to quit the Minor Saint Prayer Meeting.”

***

Kiern was crazy.

No, he was originally crazy, but he must have gone even crazier in the meantime.

‘Ughhhhh!’

Chesha let out a silent scream.

He suddenly said he was quitting the Minor Saint Prayer Meeting, so he wondered if there was any hidden meaning, but it was exactly as he said.

On the second day of prayer.

The Vasillian family declared that they would give up participating in the Minor Saint Prayer Meeting midway.

The sudden declaration of abandonment by the most notable family in this prayer meeting caused an uproar.

Everyone was curious about the reason, but like the previous demon incident, the Count family did not express any position.

After throwing the bomb, while other participants attended the prayer meeting.

The Vasillian family was packing up to leave the Holy Empire.

“Send this over there. And… Aish, why are you packing this? Leave it behind!”

Ishuel busily went around interfering with the servants who were packing.

Meanwhile, Chesha was sprawled on the sofa with Hata, blankly watching this absurd scene.

‘What about the Fairy Queen’s crown?’

He said it was necessary to revive the dead Countess.

He was a man who couldn’t forget his dead wife and even hid her coffin in the Black Forest.

There was no way that someone as persistent as Kiern would easily give up the crown.

He was clearly plotting something and doing this, but he couldn’t even guess what it was.

‘And I have to stay in the Holy Empire!’

He hadn’t even managed to take an axe to the Holy Emperor’s head yet, so he couldn’t leave like this.

It was when Chesha was pacing back and forth.

Cardinal Milliord burst into the disheveled Vasillian residence.

“What in the world is going on!”

He shouted, his face red and even his beard trembling.

With the fact that Chesha was a fairy revealed, Holy Emperor Sianor had personally marked Chesha as a test subject.

But to suddenly declare non-attendance at the prayer meeting and leave.

It was like a bolt from the blue for the Holy Emperor, who had been planning to use Chesha in various ways while the prayer meeting was in progress.

So Cardinal Milliord forgot his dignity and hurriedly chased after them.

Kiern, who was checking the luggage packed by the servants, looked puzzled at the urgent Milliord.

“Why are you doing this?”

“To give up participating in the prayer meeting!”

“Isn’t that a natural thing? My child is said to be of the bloodline of a black magician and a fairy. They say he inherited the blood of a heretic, so how can I leisurely offer prayers at the prayer meeting?”

Kiern gave a wistful look.

“I’m planning to go directly to the master of the underworld to find out more about my child’s birth. I’m also going to check if he’s really my biological father.”

“What, what…!”

The Cardinal asked as if he was dumbfounded.

“What means does the Count have to meet the master [ruler] of the underworld?”

“It will be difficult. But I can’t just sit idly by. Won’t something happen somehow?”

Kiern smiled lightly, saying he would try until it worked.

Milliord shouted, bursting with a smile that clearly showed he was about to commit a truly crazy act.

“I will!”

Milliord, flushed red, gasped.

He said in a trembling voice.

“…I will let you meet the master of the underworld.”