The Baby Fairy Is A Villain [EN]: Chapter 141

The last prayer day of the Minor Saint Prayer Assembly ended in chaos.

Participants missed their last chance to demonstrate their faithfulness.

But few were disappointed.

Because they had front-row seats to a spectacle money couldn’t buy.

The holy knight Hylone, who handled the relic ‘Chains of Condemnation,’ was actually the head of the Inquisitors.

Cardinal Milliard, who had been the object of the Holy Emperor’s trust, was behind the terrible incident that allowed demons to run rampant in Hilderard.

And the one who gave the decisive testimony to reveal this ugly truth was Chesha Vasillian.

In addition to defeating the demons with a sacred and beautiful rain of flowers, this time he even found the mastermind behind it.

The boy, who had only been known as ‘the adopted child of the Vasillian family,’ was now making his name widely known across the continent.

The Minor Saint Prayer Assembly only had the selection of the winner left.

Even if a winner was chosen, they would not gain more attention than Chesha Vasillian.

Milliard, used as fuel to illuminate Chesha Vasillian’s achievements, was currently imprisoned in the underground prison of the Holy Empire.

Precisely the solitary cell where Kiern Vasillian had been imprisoned with his daughter.

Thanks to his status as a cardinal, he was imprisoned here first, but as soon as Count Vasillian submitted the evidence, he would be stripped of his cardinal position and dragged to the Inquisitorial Chamber.

“Damn it, goddamn it…….”

Milliard paced around the cell, uttering vulgar curses.

Even when he was creating a fake biological father for the adopted child, Milliard thought he had devised a brilliant scheme.

He thought he was manipulating everyone on the chessboard at will.

But when he faced reality, he was merely a pawn in Count Vasillian’s game from beginning to end.

“Because I’m the Master.”

Count Vasillian’s words still echoed in his ears like auditory hallucinations.

Milliard shook his head violently.

‘No. It could be a lie. Logically, it doesn’t make sense for an underworld master to join hands with the Inquisitors.’

It was just a word thrown out as a mockery, without proper evidence.

Of course, it was right to dismiss it as a lie, but…….

If you assume that Count Vasillian was the Master, all the pieces fell into place.

‘The fact that he declared his absence was clearly to mock me.’

Because Count Vasillian’s family declared their absence from the Minor Saint Prayer Assembly, he hurriedly contacted the underworld to create a fake Master.

If the Count was truly the Master, it would be easy to frame Milliard’s actions as contact with a black magician.

Looking back now, Count Vasillian subtly incited all those processes.

Without knowing that he was walking into the wide-open mouth of a snake, Milliard was running around excitedly on his own.

‘Did Lord Hylone know he was the Master and still join hands with him? Or…. But what happened to Norman? The Holy Emperor personally consecrated him, so it would be difficult to put the blame on me.’

Milliard groaned, unable to bear the pain of thinking so hard.

“Ugh……!”

His lament echoed lonely in the empty prison before fading away.

In the end, the Holy Emperor abandoned Milliard.

He placed all the sins he had committed squarely on Milliard’s shoulders.

Even if he found a way to escape somehow…….

The Holy Emperor would deal with him directly.

Milliard’s life was over now.

It was when he was clutching his head in despair that he heard the sound of approaching footsteps.

The light footsteps belonged to two people.

“…?”

Milliard doubted his eyes.

Two young boys were standing outside the bars.

They were Count Vasillian’s twin sons, who had plunged Milliard into hell.

How did they get here when there were guards and knights present?

Their calm, innocent faces were surreal.

The twins stood in front of the bars and stared at Milliard.

It was a humiliating gaze, as if they were watching an animal.

But Milliard couldn’t get angry at the young boys.

“Uncle.”

The boy, standing slightly off-balance, tilted his head and asked.

“Shall we get you out?”

Gulp.

Milliard swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry.

Then the other boy frowned slightly.

“Did they cut your tongue out while torturing you? Why don’t you answer?”

The boy, who looked pretty enough to be mistaken for a girl, looked around the gloomy prison interior with a disgusted look.

He snapped irritably, as if he didn’t want to stay here even for a moment longer.

“Decide quickly. We don’t have time.”

Milliard didn’t know why they came to him and offered to get him out.

He knew he shouldn’t trust the Vasillian family.

‘It’s better than being tortured to death in the Inquisitorial Chamber.’

Milliard cried out to the twins desperately.

“Get me out……!”

The corners of the twins’ lips curled up in the same way.

The boy reached out and grabbed Milliard.

Soon his vision blurred.

They had cast a teleportation spell.

And when his vision returned, Count Vasillian was standing in front of Milliard.

Standing in front of a large window, backlit by the moon, he was looking at a silver pocket watch.

The sound of the ticking clock hands was particularly clear in his ears.

The scenery outside the window, which could be seen at a glance, was not the Holy Empire, but an ordinary street.

As he rolled his eyes and looked around, the Count, who had put the pocket watch back in his pocket, smiled.

Looking at the chillingly handsome man, Milliard asked.

“Are you… going to kill me?”

“Of course not.”

The Count, as if wondering what he was talking about, widened his eyes and then smiled softly.

“There are so many uses for you.”

His red eyes flickered with a strange light.

The Count bit the tip of his finger slightly and slowly took off his black leather gloves.

The fingers, exposed white in the moonlight, were long and straight.

Count Vasillian spoke in a soft voice, as if coaxing an ignorant child.

“You’re a good listener, aren’t you?”

The sound of the twins giggling could be heard.

But Milliard couldn’t look back.

His gaze was fixed on Count Vasillian, as if someone had forcibly fixed it.

Snap, his fingers collided, making a cheerful sound.

Milliard, hearing the finger snap, opened his mouth blankly.

The focus disappeared from his eyes.

He slowly knelt on the floor.

And he bowed his head politely before his new master.

“…Yes, Count.”

***

The men of the Vasillian family were all away.

They had caused a major incident by accusing Cardinal Milliard of heresy, so they were incredibly busy.

Chesha took advantage of their absence to go out.

Once before, he had gone out without saying a word and returned in Hylone’s arms, causing a commotion.

But this time it wasn’t an illegal outing; it was a legal one.

He was going to meet Princess Aran with Theo.

‘I already got permission from Kiern to go meet a friend in advance!’

Of course, it wasn’t free permission, and in return, he promised to ‘play with Dad all day later’ and gave him some kisses.

Chesha, who had packed his things carefully, sat on Theo’s shoulder.

“Let’s go!”

“Yes, Chesha-nim.”

The teddy bear, who received the order, moved quickly.

Chesha, who was sitting comfortably on his broad shoulders and heading towards his destination, glanced at Theo.

“…….”

Normally, he would have started talking about this and that first.

But today, Theo kept his mouth shut and walked silently.

‘Something’s wrong with the teddy bear.’

Wondering why he was like this, he took a closer look at his face, and his eyebrows were drooping, showing that he was sulking.

‘Did someone bully him?’

It was when he was glaring, wondering if someone had bullied the teddy bear again, that a group of holy knights passing by ran over in a hurry.

They were the holy knights he had seen at the training ground after visiting Hylone.

Chesha acknowledged them.

“Hello!”

The holy knight who received the greeting clutched his chest and pretended to stagger.

They surrounded Chesha and made a fuss, asking him to greet them too.

“I don’t have any flowers today…. Baby-nim, do you want to eat this?”

Then he took out a bag of cookies from his pocket and offered it.

Chesha accepted the tribute with satisfaction.

“I’ll eat well.”

After spending some time with them, Chesha, who was left alone with Theo again, tore open the cookie bag.

And he took out a cookie and poked it on Theo’s cheek.

Theo, who was walking forward, was startled.

Chesha almost slipped because his big body was shaking.

He was surprised twice and hurriedly steadied Chesha again.

“…Chesha-nim?”

Chesha, who had come down from his broad shoulders and sat on his thick arms, held out the cookie to him again.

“Eat together.”

Theo stared blankly at the cookie, then suddenly contorted his face.

He scrunched up his nose as if he was holding something back and said.

“I have a request, Chesha-nim. When we return to the Fallen Empire…….”

Theo took a breath and continued.

“Could you possibly visit the Nemea Marquisate [a territory ruled by a Marquis]?”