The Baby Fairy Is A Villain [EN]: Chapter 185

“Ugh……”

Ishuel groaned softly, clutching his head.

A dizzying vertigo and headache made it difficult to regain his senses.

After groaning for a while, he finally managed to come to his senses.

Blinking to clear his blurred vision, Ishuel frowned.

A giant chessboard was spread out before him.

On the endless chessboard, human-sized chess pieces were scattered haphazardly.

Among the chess pieces blocking his view, flowers, toys, dolls, cakes, and cookies were strewn about.

Taking a step forward to get a closer look, he heard a squeaking sound under his feet.

A rubber doll that squeaked when pressed was lying at his feet.

The place was decorated like a child’s room, but strangely eerie objects occupied some areas.

Such as dessert knives with a bluish, sharp edge, or neatly arranged ranks of heavily armed toy soldiers.

Especially unsettling was the black castle shimmering like a mirage in the distance.

The castle with the jet-black roof was, no matter how he looked at it, the Serpent’s Castle located in the Eastern Black Forest.

Ishuel immediately realized where this bizarre space was.

“The Witch’s Phantasm.”

He said it aloud on purpose, but it still didn’t feel real.

He had heard a lot about the Witch’s Phantasm [a pocket dimension or illusionary world created by the Witch Richesia].

However, there were quite a few differences from the various descriptions Ishuel had heard.

He had heard stories of toys and dolls, but they were all supposed to be broken.

For some reason, the toys and dolls Ishuel saw were all perfectly intact.

Even the Serpent’s Castle was visible…….

He couldn’t understand the reason at all.

More than that, how did he end up in the Witch Richesia’s Phantasm?

Ishuel clutched his still faintly throbbing head and retraced what had happened so far.

Basilian conspired with Hylon to end everything at the Emperor’s birthday banquet.

After completing all the preparations, they divided their roles.

Karha was in charge of the capital’s security forces and the Imperial Knights to prevent external reinforcements from appearing at the banquet hall, and Ishuel was planning to magically block the banquet hall and the entire Imperial Palace.

Belzeon and Kieren were planning to check and coordinate the situation and respond organically.

The goal was to denounce all the atrocities of the Holy King at the banquet hall and subdue him.

However, contrary to expectations, the Holy King appeared on the first day of the birthday banquet.

Since they had guessed that he would only show his face on the last day, the plan was greatly revised.

However, even though the difficulty increased, it was still within a manageable range.

If only the Holy King hadn’t summoned the monsters.

The sudden monster attack ruined all plans.

Instead of subduing the Holy King, they had to hope to leave the Imperial Palace alive.

Previously, in the Holy Empire, his younger sibling had purified the monsters with the power of the fairy.

But now his sibling had lost most of his power, so he couldn’t rely on him.

They decided to temporarily suspend all plans and focus all their efforts on exterminating the monsters.

“……”

The last thing he saw was flowers covering his vision.

And then he opened his eyes here, in the Witch’s Phantasm.

Ishuel looked around repeatedly, but he couldn’t feel any sign of anyone.

Only the sound of a music box could be heard in the eerily quiet space.

As Ishuel focused on the music, deep wrinkles formed between his brows.

It was the lullaby that Kieren used to sing haphazardly.

The song was the only memory left of the mother who was found in the Black Forest, forgetting everything.

She would smile happily whenever she sang the song, saying that someone had sung it to her in a sweet voice.

At the time, he had tried to find out the origin of the song, but he only found out that it was not a song known on the continent.

A music box playing a song that only the men of the Basilian family would know.

He was staring at the music box with an indescribable sense of strangeness when…

Bang!

A firecracker exploded in the middle of the Phantasm.

Startled by the noise in the quiet space, Ishuel turned around.

Flowers bloomed amidst the falling colorful paper, petals, and glitter.

As various flowers bloomed in profusion, a large pink flower bud appeared.

The large bud slowly bloomed.

A woman was standing inside the fully opened flower.

She was a woman with a dazzling appearance that momentarily stunned him.

She was wearing a frilly, ribboned, and flower-covered pink dress.

The long fabric trailing behind the dress changed color from pink to white as it went down to the bottom.

The blue butterflies attached to the dress fluttered like ornaments.

Every time the butterfly fluttered its wings, her golden hair fluttered as well.

Unusually, she was holding a rabbit doll wearing the same dress as herself.

“…Witch?”

The owner of the Phantasm, the Witch Richesia.

But something was strange.

Her eyes were not red.

She had delicate and fresh pink eyes like newly sprouted spring flowers.

It was a very familiar eye color to Ishuel.

Because it was the same color as his younger sibling, Chesha.

The rabbit doll in the Witch’s hand was also familiar.

Although the clothes were different, it was clear that it was the doll Chesha had, judging from the stupid button eyes, drooping ears, and blunt cotton feet.

Why does the Witch have the same eye color as Chesha and have Chesha’s doll?

While looking at the Witch in confusion, she slowly raised her head.

She wasn’t looking at Ishuel.

She was looking at the sky of the Phantasm.

Ishuel, who looked up at the sky following the Witch, swallowed hard.

It seemed to be made up of all the ominousness in the world.

The sky, distorted in a bizarre swirling shape, writhed with black and red colors twisted strangely.

It was a revulsion that stimulated human instincts.

Just like the monsters of the Black Forest.

It was when he reflexively covered his mouth with the back of his hand due to the rising nausea.

The Witch, who was looking up at the sky, stretched out one hand.

A splendid ax appeared in the air and was held in her hand.

The Witch grabbed the large ax and swung it gracefully horizontally.

It was like an orchestra conductor’s baton.

Following the trajectory of the large horizontal line, large and small flowers bloomed and withered.

As the petals fluttered, the sky melted like paint.

The reality that had been veiled by a layer of illusion was revealed.

“Kieeeek!”

A scream that sent chills down his spine tore through all directions.

Beyond the melted sky, monsters appeared.

The grotesquely clumped monsters endlessly filled the entire sky.

The mass of monsters, screaming horribly, began to fall from the sky to the ground like meteorites.

The onrushing black monsters seemed ready to blacken the entire Phantasm at any moment.

Ishuel swallowed a curse and prepared his magic.

All sorts of thoughts flashed through his mind.

The most desperate thought was only one.

Chesha, my little sibling?

He was a child he brought to protect.

Since he was powerless, he would be eaten by the monsters in one bite.

He had heard that he was with Kieren, but he couldn’t suppress his uneasy heart.

However, Ishuel, who was hurriedly gathering his magic power, then had a blank look on his face.

The Witch, who was staring intently at the pouring monsters, stomped her feet.

As her foot wearing pink shoes lightly stepped on the ground, the surroundings shook with a thud.

At the same time, huge flowers bloomed from all directions.

Thorny vines grew between the flowers and quickly stretched out towards the monsters.

The sharp thorny vines bound the monsters.

The Witch lightly kicked off the ground and flew into the air.

Butterflies and flowers followed her.

The Witch swung her ax at the monsters tied to the vines.

The moment the monsters were hit by the Witch’s ax.

The monsters turned into white petals and disappeared.

Just like when Chesha purified the monsters.

Ishuel mumbled blankly.

“…Chesha.”