The Baby Fairy Is A Villain [EN]: Chapter 137

The Baby Fairy is a Villain – Episode 137

As Chesha watched the memories unfold in the white space, she felt a desperate longing.

A longing to change the past, even though it was already immutable.

Despite knowing she couldn’t turn back time, she repeated the futile attempts, her heart aching with each scene.

She witnessed a terrible moment, but the memories didn’t end there.

Chesha also saw the ‘education’ that Saint King Sianor inflicted upon Hylone.

This ‘education’ was, in reality, the forceful injection of divine power.

The reason Remil sensed the fairy’s power was because Sianor was pushing divine power beyond its limits.

The fairy’s power was mixed in to prevent Hylone’s body from collapsing under the strain.

However, Hylone possessed a talent that surpassed all others.

After absorbing the Saint King’s divine power, he had already reached his peak, making further injections through the patterns impossible.

Sianor, who had lost not only his divine power but also the vigor of his youth, could never forgive Hylone for this.

However, Hylone was destined to become the most outstanding divine knight, his name etched in Hilderard’s history.

Unable to kill him outright, Sianor decided to ‘educate’ Hylone in a different, more insidious way.

He used a distorted space, accidentally discovered during his relentless experiments, created by the power of the patterns.

In this place, one second stretched into an entire day.

Being trapped there for just a few days was equivalent to enduring hundreds of years.

No one who underwent this ‘education’ managed to retain their sanity.

Except for Hylone.

Hylone remained eerily calm.

He passively accepted the torment, and even after being imprisoned for more than a week (equivalent to centuries), he emerged from the white space seemingly unscathed.

However, though he appeared composed on the surface, Chesha was the only one who noticed the subtle erosion of his clear blue eyes.

As Chesha watched Hylone being subjected to the Saint King’s ‘education,’ she realized something.

‘I think I understand why you showed me this memory.’

The pattern had deliberately shown her memories involving Hylone.

As if it wished for Chesha to harbor animosity towards the Holy Empire and seek revenge.

The Fairy Queen’s crown also seemed to have its own agenda for Chesha.

The fairy she encountered before arriving at the Holy Empire, too.

And the monsters trapped underground.

Everything related to the fairy was gradually converging around Chesha.

As if Chesha truly was the Fairy Queen.

“…….”

When the memories unfolded by the pattern finally ceased, she returned to the original white space.

Chesha slowly looked around.

The white space remained unchanged.

Except that the pattern, whose edges had been dyed red, had reverted to its original, complete blue color.

Chesha was held tightly in Remil’s arms.

Remil was still unconscious.

However, as if trapped in a horrifying nightmare, he trembled and groaned incessantly.

Chesha touched her face.

It was wet with tears.

She roughly wiped away the moisture with the back of her hand, as if nothing had happened, and then gently slapped Remil’s cheek.

As if emerging from deep water, Remil gasped and opened his eyes.

“Huff, huff…….”

His small chest heaved rapidly.

Remil, his whole body drenched in cold sweat, hurriedly grabbed Chesha and pulled her into his arms.

He squeezed her tightly, almost painfully, but then belatedly realized his strength and quickly released her.

“Che, Chesha-nim……?”

Judging from his disoriented, trembling eyes, it seemed that Remil had also witnessed Hylone’s ordeal.

Chesha waited for Remil to calm down before speaking.

“You saw it too?”

“…Yes.”

“Continuing this is dangerous.”

“But…….”

She took Remil’s hand, who was hesitating to answer.

Hundreds of flowers bloomed instantaneously, enveloping Remil and Chesha in a fragrant embrace.

When the view obscured by the petals cleared, the boy and the baby found themselves in the garden.

She warned Remil, who was frozen in surprise with his eyes wide open.

“Don’t do it. If you don’t want to die.”

Remil’s body was already at its breaking point.

If he forced more divine power into the pattern, he could genuinely die.

After placing Remil under a large tree, Chesha summoned her power once more.

There was someone she needed to meet urgently.

“…Chesha-nim!”

Remil shouted, his voice filled with urgency.

It was such a clear voice, a stark contrast to the boy who usually mumbled incoherently due to his inability to speak properly.

Chesha, surrounded by a swirling vortex of flowers, floated in the air and looked down at Remil.

“What… what should I do in the future?”

His face was etched with desperation and unwavering trust.

As if he would readily embrace death if Chesha commanded it at that very moment.

But Chesha gave no such order.

“Do as you please.”

“Uh…. But I…….”

Disappearing through the flowers, she left Remil with her final words.

“You can do it.”

With those words, Chesha vanished completely.

Remil reached out his hand, but only felt the delicate touch of petals against his fingertips.

Even those soon crumbled into light and scattered into the air.

“…….”

Remil slowly lowered his empty hand.

He stared at his hand with dazed eyes, then suddenly winced in pain, flinching his shoulder.

Blood was seeping from his torn lips.

He had been unconsciously chewing on them.

Remil had also seen the memories.

However, there was one crucial difference between his experience and Chesha’s…….

“…Ah.”

A soft sound escaped his lips.

While reliving the memories, he had unknowingly harbored a dark thought.

Remil squeezed his eyes shut.

He quickly offered a silent prayer of repentance, but it provided little solace.

Once a thought had taken root, it was difficult to eradicate.

Instead, it became firmly entrenched in his mind, as if permanently etched like a tattoo.

“Oh, what do I do…….”

The young boy muttered, his face stained with tears.

Remil realized that he had developed a desire that was impossible for him to fulfill.

***

Tears streamed down Chesha’s face as soon as she saw Hylone.

She desperately tried to stop crying, but the tears flowed uncontrollably, as if someone had pressed a button.

Even though she suddenly burst into tears, calling him a fool and an idiot, Hylone patiently comforted Chesha.

He even apologized for causing her distress.

“Oolooloo, Baby-nim, don’t cry!”

“Look at this, Baby-nim. It’s a really pretty flower.”

“This is a four-leaf clover!”

While Hylone held and comforted Chesha, the divine knights gathered around, attempting to coax and appease her.

A bizarre scene unfolded as the imposing knights formed a circle around her, trying every possible method to soothe the crying baby.

Having heard somewhere that fairies were fond of flowers and grass, they frantically plucked them and waved them in front of Chesha.

Daren, Hylone’s adjutant, also joined the chaotic crowd, fidgeting nervously.

Of course, the knights’ clumsy attempts to soothe the baby proved futile.

“Stop.”

Finally, Hylone intervened and halted the commotion.

Hugging Chesha, who was still sobbing uncontrollably, he retreated to a quiet corner.

Chesha, exhausted from crying, hiccuped intermittently, diligently soaking Hylone’s chest with her tears.

Hylone, sitting on a chair beside a rarely visited fountain, quietly gazed at Chesha.

Then he sighed softly.

“…Haa.”

He gently stroked the corners of her eyes, which had become irritated from crying, with his fingers.

“Don’t cry. You’ll hurt yourself if you cry more.”

His gruff voice held a sincerity that he struggled to express.

Chesha sniffled and grasped his hand.

Hylone readily allowed Chesha to hold him.

Looking at their hands, so disparate in size, she was struck by a sudden thought.

She longed to embrace Hylone with adult hands, not these tiny baby hands.

As the fairy Richesia, who knew the eight scars etched upon his back, she yearned to comfort Hylone’s troubled past.

But she was powerless to do anything in the form of a baby.

‘I want to become an adult.’

It was a more intense desire than ever before.

However, she also cherished her life as Chesha of Basilian.

She had already given her heart to Basilian.

Conflicting desires to remain a child and to become an adult swirled within Chesha, creating a tumultuous internal conflict.

To attain one, she would have to relinquish the other.

Knowing that she shouldn’t be greedy, she found herself unable to let go of either side.

No, even if she were to choose one path.

There was no guarantee that it would unfold as she wished.

It was as she was gazing at Hylone with tear-filled eyes that Chesha realized a profound truth.

Whether she lived as a child or as an adult.

Whichever path she chose, she would inevitably be unhappy, forever longing for the life she had forsaken.