The Baby Fairy Is A Villain [EN]: Chapter 162

The surrounding air turned chilly.

It was an eerie coldness, not just from the rain.

Ishuel, who had been floating in the air, lightly landed in front of Hata.

Karha pointed his blood-stained sword at Hata.

“How can I trust your words?”

A murderous gaze was fixed upon him.

Just as the tip of the sword was about to graze Hata’s face, Itar hurriedly intervened.

“His words are true! Doesn’t he have the Witch’s Flower?”

Itar was right.

Hata was using an umbrella made of a large flower.

It was clearly made with fairy power, a flower unseen in nature.

Gaining courage, Hata spoke clearly.

“You have nothing to lose by believing Hata. Hata knows how scary the Executioners are. Why would I lie?”

“……”

Karha paused to think.

Hata, the owner of a hat shop in the underworld, was a demi-human who could make potions.

They thought he could only make simple ones, but when he went to the hat shop after Hata was taken by the Inquisitors, he learned the truth.

A hidden space behind the hat shop.

It was filled with all sorts of potions he had never seen before.

He was far more skilled than the demi-humans under Kieren.

Originally, Hata’s fate should have been decided in one of two ways back then.

Work for the master of the underworld, or die.

Kieren didn’t like situations that were beyond his control.

He wouldn’t leave unexpected variables like a potion-making demi-human alone.

But Hata survived.

Because his master was the Witch.

Kieren was always strangely lenient towards the Witch.

So Hata was able to continue living as the Witch’s dog without being dragged away or killed by Kieren.

He himself didn’t know any of this.

“So, please follow Hata.”

Hata said with a determined look, gazing at the twins.

However, unlike his stiff expression, his tail, wet with rain, was wagging.

Karha and Ishuel frowned simultaneously.

Their relationship was limited to meeting him as a child in the hat shop.

They didn’t expect him to recognize them in their Executioner forms, yet they couldn’t understand why he was showing such subtle familiarity.

While puzzled, the twins realized.

They, too, were subconsciously feeling comfortable with the hat shop owner.

It was as if they had met a runaway dog again…

But such unnecessary thoughts didn’t last long.

Besides, the twins were facing an important moment to be distracted.

“Lead the way.”

Ishuel was the first to make a decision.

Hata looked at Karha at the command given in a gentle voice.

Karha frowned for a moment but soon silently sheathed his sword.

After all, they were twins.

Karha always tended to follow Ishuel’s lead.

It didn’t seem like the hat shop owner would lie.

Hata visibly relaxed when Karha sheathed his sword.

Then Itar blocked Hata’s path.

“I’ll go too.”

He was a man who hadn’t given up his obsession with the Witch Richessia, even after visiting the Inquisitorial Chamber.

Even with two notorious Executioners in front of him, Itar didn’t seem scared at all.

He seemed completely absorbed in the thought of meeting the Witch and proposing to her.

Now that he had heard that the Witch was there, he wouldn’t leave until he died.

“This time, I must… To do that, I need to adopt.”

Thwack!

A crisp striking sound rang out.

Aran had the mage she hired as a bodyguard strike Itar with magic.

Itar fainted on the spot.

The little princess gasped for breath and stepped forward.

Aran raised her chin and spoke firmly.

“…I will take responsibility for what happens next. Don’t worry.”

Karha stared down at her silently.

The princess who hung out with Chesha during the Minor Saint Prayer.

The one Chesha sought out even before Basilian.

Jealousy naturally made his eyes turn cold.

Even while receiving that gaze, Aran didn’t back down.

“You were asked by Count Basilian, weren’t you?”

“……”

“Please… return Chesha, my friend, home.”

Hearing the princess’s request, the twins looked at each other.

It was as if Chesha wanted to go home.

However, hearing the inside story from someone else’s mouth was meaningless.

The twins left Aran behind and followed Hata.

The underworld was silent.

It was raining, but there wasn’t a single person on the street, even though they weren’t the type to care about the weather.

Every store was brightly lit.

Food that had been ordered and half-eaten, and cluttered tableware, remained untouched.

It was as if they had fled in a hurry.

Passing through the bizarre scenery, the twins arrived at a small hat shop.

Unlike the bizarre underworld, the shop exuded a warm atmosphere, and a man stood blankly in front of it.

His back, wearing a stylish coat and getting soaked in the pouring rain, vaguely resembled Kieren.

Ishuel called out to him.

“Brother?”

Belzeon, who had been staring at the shop sign, turned around.

“Jahan told me to go here.”

Belzeon murmured, faintly frowning.

“…The youngest is here.”

His voice was filled with bewilderment.

Seeing his shaking red eyes, the twins stood side by side with Belzeon.

The three Basilian brothers, in their adult forms, gathered together.

The three suddenly realized that it had been a very long time since they had gathered.

Until now, they had only been scattered.

At best, two of them would meet briefly to talk about work.

During the rest of the time, they were always looking for Chesha…

As they felt a slight unfamiliarity, a clear bell sound rang.

It was the sound of Hata opening the shop door.

“Please come in.”

Hata ushered the guests inside with a demeanor befitting a shop owner.

The shop was a bit messy.

Not cluttered, but it smelled of dust as if it hadn’t been used for a long time.

As the Witch disappeared, her dog also closed the shop door.

It seemed disorganized because it had been a while since they had been open for business.

Inside the shop, where the counter should have been, a red cloth was draped from the ceiling to the floor.

As they frowned at the cloth that covered the entire wall, a voice came from beyond the cloth.

“Hello.”

Belzeon muttered the identity of the voice in a low voice.

“…Witch.”

The Witch let out a small laugh.

“It’s difficult to reveal myself right now. Please understand.”

“What are you trying to do now?”

“What’s wrong with it? The Master also greets guests like this.”

When Kieren had to meet others as the Master, he would hang a black cloth from the ceiling to the floor to hide his appearance and distort his voice.

The Witch pressed on, catching Belzeon, who was momentarily speechless.

“Is this important now? Didn’t you come to get my daughter?”

The three brothers couldn’t say a word.

They were Chesha’s family.

But the Witch beyond the curtain was Chesha’s blood relative.

Only then did the three brothers realize the basic fact that they had to make a good impression on the Witch, and they put on slightly softer faces.

The Witch smiled faintly, as if she had cast a spell to see beyond the cloth.

Affection could be felt in her smile.

It seemed to be because they were the ones taking care of her daughter.

Just as the atmosphere was about to soften slightly with the revealed favor, the Witch took a small breath and said.

“Chesha has lost most of her power right now. So I was thinking of taking her with me.”

The three brothers’ faces turned expressionless at the same time.

Without exchanging a single glance or word, Belzeon and Karha quietly placed their hands on their sword hilts, and Ishuel prepared to gather his magic.

Just as a cold murderous aura was about to spread throughout the shop.

“Chesha wants to stay in Basilian. Would it be okay to leave her in the care of the Basilian family?”

The three brothers became docile again.

For some reason, the Witch continued to speak in a voice that seemed to be holding back laughter.

“But um… I can’t just give her away.”

She proposed.

“Let’s trade with the fairies.”