The Baby Fairy Is A Villain [EN]: Chapter 113

That day, Richessia was playing in a flower garden in a secluded forest.

She was lazily basking in the bright sunlight, rolling among the flowers.

That peaceful scene was shattered when an intruder suddenly appeared in the garden.

Hailon stumbled in, covered in blood and in terrible shape.

The small wildflowers were stained a vivid red.

At first, she thought it was someone else’s blood.

He wasn’t the type to get beaten up, after all.

But it wasn’t someone else’s.

It was all Hailon’s blood.

“You… What’s wrong? Why are you so hurt?”

She asked, surprised, then something caught her eye.

He wore a bracelet on his wrist that she hadn’t seen before.

A pure white bracelet radiating sacred energy.

She recognized it instantly.

It was a relic of the Hilderard Holy Empire.

As if sensing her gaze, Hailon held out his wrist for her to see clearly.

The bracelet shone starkly white against his blood-soaked wrist.

“…I want to die.”

Hailon whispered, barely audible.

“Now I can’t even die as I please.”

A body dedicated to God.

A contract of ownership bound by a relic.

Hailon’s body was no longer his own.

Because it belonged to the Holy Empire, he couldn’t take his own life.

So, Hailon came to Richessia.

“You are the only one who can kill me….”

He staggered, swaying as he spoke.

Surprised, she caught him as he collapsed.

Hailon leaned his full weight against Richessia.

He gasped for breath.

He had lost too much blood and seemed to be at his limit.

What on earth had happened?

Hailon was usually indifferent to everything.

He acted as if he had no emotions, so he wouldn’t want to die simply because his body belonged to the Holy Empire.

For Hailon to say he wanted to die, something significant must have happened.

She couldn’t even imagine what it could be.

As she tried to guess, she suddenly felt a surge of anger.

She thought she was the only one who could torment Hailon.

She thought he would always chase after her.

She was furious that someone else had messed with him and that he was asking her to kill him.

She didn’t like that he was giving up on chasing her and trying to die.

She didn’t know exactly what it was….

She seemed to hate the fact that something more important than her had appeared in Hailon’s life.

The hand holding him tightened.

As she gripped his uniform so tightly that it wrinkled, Hailon trembled slightly.

Then, he slowly reached out his hand.

His trembling hand hesitated before embracing Richessia.

The moment they fully embraced.

Hailon suddenly gave her all his strength.

He hugged her so tightly she could hardly breathe.

He rubbed his face against her neck.

The clinging gesture was desperate, pathetic….

And utterly vulnerable.

He obediently entrusted her with everything.

Now, she could kill Hailon as he wished.

Hugging the man who had given her his life, Richessia thought.

But she didn’t want to kill him.

“I don’t want to.”

She cupped Hailon’s cheeks with both hands.

The dark, sunken blue eyes trembled slightly.

She wanted to stir up the calm surface.

She wanted to create waves and tsunamis.

Looking into his eyes, she whispered.

“You saved me when I asked you to kill me.”

Hailon had arbitrarily continued the life of the young Richessia, who no longer wanted to live.

So, Richessia was going to act arbitrarily too.

She pushed him away.

Hailon, covered in wounds, staggered and fell into the flower garden, unable to withstand her push.

Petals fluttered around him.

Unsuitable thickets of thorns emerged from among the wildflowers.

The thickets tightly bound Hailon’s body.

She smiled, looking down at Hailon, who was trapped in thorns and flowers, with satisfaction.

Then she sat on top of him.

“…!”

Hailon’s face contorted.

He struggled belatedly, but it was too easy to subdue the weakened Hailon.

Richessia giggled and tore at his clothes.

It felt so satisfying to tear off the uniform that always covered his entire body, buttoned up to his neck.

Beyond the opened flaps of his clothes, his collarbone and chest were revealed.

“Richessia!”

Hailon shouted her name in a cracked voice.

The cry, mixed with anger and embarrassment, was quite pleasant to hear.

Because he kept resisting, she tightened the thicket of thorns, and he quieted, groaning in pain.

Richessia giggled and slid her fingers over his skin.

Where should she leave her mark?

It would be best to leave it where others couldn’t easily see it, but where Hailon could see it every day.

After pondering for a moment, she pressed firmly on his collarbone.

“I’m going to leave a mark here.”

Hailon’s eyes widened.

Regardless, she slowly slid her finger.

A red line was drawn along the languid movement.

A flower pattern bloomed from under her finger.

It was the mark that a femme fatale [a seductive woman who lures men into dangerous situations] leaves on her prey.

The body she was crushing and sitting on trembled.

“Keuk…!”

A suppressed groan escaped his tightly closed teeth.

Usually, she left a mark with a light touch, unnoticed.

But this was different.

Richessia carefully poured her power into him, making him feel the pain.

So that it would hurt even more than the wounds and pain someone else had inflicted, so he would never forget it….

Hailon was in so much pain that the blood vessels in his neck stood out.

However, she didn’t stop marking him, and finally left the mark of a femme fatale on the pure body of the holy knight.

She lightly stroked the red flower pattern that had bloomed eerily with her fingertips.

“You’re my prey, Hailon.”

She was pleased with Hailon’s appearance, panting with a flushed face.

His eyes were filled only with her.

Unable to even think about dying, he was burning with emotions only for Richessia.

The anger directed only at her was truly satisfying.

The femme fatale looked down at the holy knight and commanded arrogantly.

“So don’t die carelessly.”

***

After marking Hailon with the mark of the prey and ordering him not to die,

The relationship changed subtly.

He was persistent before, but after the mark was engraved, he chased after the femme fatale like a madman.

When she heard the news that he had received the relic and had risen to the position of inquisitor [an official in the Roman Catholic Church responsible for combating heresy], she thought he would erase her mark.

Hailon has not erased the mark and has left it intact.

He has kept the link between him and Richessia intact.

‘I feel embarrassed for some reason.’

Was it because she was reminded of old memories?

Chesha couldn’t push away Hailon, who was hugging her.

She felt a strange sense of pity for him.

But if she stayed like this, her heart would beat so fast it felt like it would explode.

Hesitating, she gently placed her hand on his arm and looked back.

Only then did Hailon lift his face from her neck.

“…….”

The gaze that met hers was filled with heat.

The blue eyes stared at Chesha quietly, then slowly lowered.

He stared blankly at Chesha’s lips.

Chesha’s cheeks flushed.

She remembered the kiss in the Illusionary World.

Her mouth seemed to dry up, and she inadvertently licked her upper lip.

Then Hailon frowned slightly.

He let out a small sigh.

The breath tickled.

Just as Hailon was about to slowly tilt his head towards Chesha,

“We will search the surroundings first.”

“Yes, then we will search together.”

The voices of the holy knights going outside could be heard.

The dull noise of the door closing broke the tension between the two who were on the verge of something happening.

Chesha immediately pushed Hailon away and summoned an ax to cut off the chain on her ankle.

Clang, the chain shattered, but Hailon didn’t seem to care.

In fact, Chesha was at a disadvantage in many ways.

This place was in the heart of the Holy Empire.

Sacred power permeated everything, making it extremely advantageous for Hailon.

But unlike Chesha, who was preparing to fight, Hailon just stood still.

He looked at Chesha with unfamiliar eyes and suddenly said.

“…The crown would suit you well.”

The flowing dress certainly suited the Fairy Queen’s crown as if it were made for it.

Chesha, embarrassed by the compliment, fiddled with the hem of her dress and asked.

“Why did you hide me? I thought you would take me straight to the Inquisitorial Chamber.”

“Because I can’t trust the Holy Empire.”

Hailon quietly scanned Chesha and said coldly.

“Don’t tell me you were caught….”

“No.”

She had the pride of a femme fatale, and she was about to get angry, asking if she looked like she had been caught by a holy knight.

“The reason why I came here is.”

Chesha opened her mouth confidently, then stopped.

“So, the reason why I came is….”

She had nothing to say.

It was an awkward situation no matter what she said.

But the blue eyes that were looking directly at her would never back down until they heard an answer.

Trapped in his persistent gaze, Chesha was sweating.

Then, without realizing it, she blurted out something strange.

“I came to see you.”