The Baby Fairy Is A Villain [EN]: Chapter 133

The Villainous Baby Fairy – Episode 133

“The gods have finally smiled upon Hebarton.”

“Your Highness is the hope and light of Hebarton.”

“The Cardinal himself will be guiding the Prince! What joyous news!”

“Remil, my proud son.”

“What would we have done without the Prince? It truly is only thanks to the Prince.”

The voices poured in, a chaotic mix.

The voices, each with its own color, intertwined, eventually turning black like paints mixed without care.

In the darkness, Remil cried out, alone.

“I want to stop.”

But there was no answer.

Remil pleaded again.

“It’s too hard… I want to stop now.”

“I really can’t do it anymore. It’s painful…”

The words that no one listened to merely scattered into the empty darkness.

As always.

“…”

Waking from his dream, Remil wiped his damp forehead with the back of his hand.

From the moment his talent for Divine Power was revealed, he had been traveling back and forth between Hilderred and Hebarton for his education.

He had been visiting the Holy Empire since he was a child, barely remembering anything else, so it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that Hilderred was his second home.

However, Remil couldn’t bring himself to consider Hilderred as his home.

He clenched the blanket tightly with his small hands, crumpling it.

‘I want to go back to Hebarton…’

He knew all too well that he wouldn’t be welcomed even if he went back.

What the Hebarton royal family wanted from Remil was for him to rise to a high position in the Holy Empire.

They hoped that he would succeed Cardinal Milliard and become a Cardinal.

He should be trying even harder, but he was plagued by such weak thoughts.

Remil thought of the expectations the Hebarton Kingdom had for him, and his mother’s earnest wish for him to become the next Holy Emperor.

“My son, Remil. I want to see you stand above all others. Your mother thinks it’s definitely possible.”

He tried to compose himself, bravely wiping away his tears.

Sniffling, Remil got out of bed, opened the window, and welcomed the cool outside air to his face.

‘Still, if I win the Minor Saint Prayer Meeting…’

Then maybe things would change a little.

He didn’t know what would change or how, but he just wanted to think that way.

If he didn’t hold onto even a futile hope, it would be too hard to endure each day.

Especially, he hated being ‘educated’ so much.

It was absolutely necessary for him, who was still sorely lacking, and he should be grateful that the Holy Emperor was paying special attention to him…

“…Hiccup.”

Remil swallowed the tears that welled up again and bravely started his day.

He neatly dressed and went outside to offer his morning prayers.

If it were Hebarton Palace, he would have had a servant, but in Hilderred, Remil had no official position, so he had to take care of himself.

He was hurrying towards the prayer room when it happened.

He chose a different path than usual to get there faster, and Remil’s eyes widened as he passed through the courtyard.

A man with dazzling silver hair was standing in the garden.

‘It’s Sir Hylton!’

Remil looked at him with envious eyes.

The living proof of divinity.

The one who wielded the ‘Chains of Atonement,’ which had not found an owner for a long time, and possessed the most outstanding Divine Power in the history of the Holy Empire of Hilderred.

He rose to the position of First Order Divine Knight solely through his skills.

Remil thought that he, too, wanted to be called the proof of divinity like Hylton someday.

As he looked at Hylton with respect, he noticed something strange.

Hylton was holding a flower.

The stemless flower, seemingly plucked from somewhere, was a flower he had never seen in the Holy Empire.

‘It looks like it was just picked.’

The flower, full of moisture, was so beautiful as if it would never wither.

Hylton lowered his long eyelashes and quietly looked down at the flower in his hand.

The unwavering gaze was intense.

As if that flower was his god…

‘Ugh!’

Before he knew it, he had such an impious thought.

He had one more thing to atone for while praying today.

Remil hid behind a pillar and lightly slapped his own cheek.

‘Come to think of it, Sir Hylton is Lady Chesha’s escort knight. Although it’s temporary.’

Hylton and Chesha seemed close to each other.

The ice-like Divine Knight always melted in front of the small baby.

‘…Me too.’

Remil bit his lip.

The baby who winked at him came to mind.

‘I want to get close too…’

Sometimes, the power inside his body felt really strange.

Whenever that happened, Remil lost his memory.

When he fell into a brief darkness and woke up, his memories were gone as if someone had cut them out.

There was a moment when it almost happened again this time.

It was when he was showing his Divine Power in front of the Basilian siblings, according to Cardinal Milliard’s orders.

‘But Lady Chesha stopped it.’

The soft and warm energy that her small hand breathed into him.

It was as if he was in the middle of a splendid flower garden; it was so enchanting.

If it weren’t for Chesha, he would have had another unpleasant memory gap.

“…Gasp!”

Remil, who was blushing as he thought of Chesha, was startled.

Hylton was already looking at him.

“S-Sir Hylton. Good morning.”

When he mustered the courage to greet him, cold blue eyes indifferently swept over Remil.

He said briefly.

“You’ll be late.”

“Ah!”

It was almost time for morning prayers.

“T-Thank you.”

Remil hurried past the courtyard and started running.

It was when he barely arrived on time for prayers after running diligently.

“Remil!”

Remil shuddered at the piercing voice.

Cardinal Milliard, who had been waiting in front of the prayer room, rushed over and grabbed his arm.

“Come with me.”

“Yes? But morning prayers…”

“Now is not the time for prayers. You must show your Divine Power on the third day of prayer.”

His small body was dragged away by the rough hand.

Remil’s face turned pale.

Today was ‘education’ day.

His heart beat rapidly, and it became difficult to breathe.

Remil tried to calm down, panting.

He was still a very lacking and incomplete being.

He deserved to be educated.

That’s how he could have outstanding Divine Power like Hylton.

But even though he knew it in his head, Remil was terrified every time he received education.

Biting his parched lips, he went down to the temple’s basement with Milliard.

The dim basement had a completely different atmosphere from the clean temple above ground.

Walking along the underground passage, which felt similar to a wine cellar, the humid and cool air sent shivers down his skin.

Passing through the maze-like passage, Remil arrived at the deepest space in the temple’s basement.

The wide and empty space was uniquely white on all sides.

This was because the floor, walls, and ceiling were covered with minerals only found in Hilderred.

It was the sacred white mineral used to make the Holy Knights’ Holy Swords.

He should feel holiness because he was surrounded by minerals blessed by God.

But every time Remil came here, he felt an instinctive revulsion and nausea.

The strange blue patterns densely drawn on the floor also contributed to Remil’s revulsion.

It wasn’t the Holy Empire’s pattern.

He had asked what the pattern was, but no one had answered him.

“Sit down quickly.”

Following Milliard’s instructions, Remil sat in the middle of the pattern.

As his skin touched the cold and frigid ore, his body, which had been trembling since earlier, trembled even more violently.

Remil wrapped his arms around himself to find even a little warmth.

Milliard, who had completely moved out of the pattern, clicked his tongue disapprovingly at the sight.

Remil, who was watching him carefully, eventually lowered his hands.

“Start!”

Milliard gave an order towards somewhere.

Woo-oong.

A deep, low sound was heard.

It was the sound coming from the pattern on the floor.

The blue pattern began to turn red from the end.

After confirming that the color of the pattern had changed, Milliard went outside.

“See you tomorrow.”

With those last words, the iron door slammed shut.

Only Remil was left alone in the white space.

“Haa, haa…”

Remil gasped for breath, looking at the red color that was gradually approaching him.

He wanted to run away right now, but there was no way to escape from this place where all sides were blocked.

Remil, driven to extreme tension, was on the verge of fainting.

“Hi, Remi.”

Along with a refreshing floral scent, pink eyes filled the fading vision.

It was Chesha Basilian.