The Baby Fairy Is A Villain [EN]: Chapter 115

When I first brought Cheshire from the orphanage, I had already finished all the background checks.

As with most children who suddenly appear at orphanages, tracing their origins was not easy.

Kieren hadn’t obtained any meaningful information.

That’s why he had been suspicious and kept Cheshire under surveillance.

Of course, now he had decided to accept Cheshire for whatever he was.

However, the process to get to this point was by no means smooth.

Cheshire, Kieren, and the three Basilian brothers had all barely achieved peace after experiencing painful conflicts.

But suddenly, that Cardinal bastard was trying to break it.

Kieren barely suppressed a twisted smile.

‘You know the truth that even I, the master of the underworld, don’t know?’

It was so ridiculous that you were acting out of line that I couldn’t stand it.

‘I wanted to tear you limb from limb right away.’

But…….

Even though I knew that the Cardinal, cornered, was rushing in with lies and deception, on the other hand, I couldn’t completely dismiss the nagging doubts.

The broken mind arbitrarily assumed and imagined faint possibilities.

What if Cardinal Milliard really found out about his biological father and brought that bastard in front of Cheshire?

What if the severed blood ties were reconnected?

‘The witch’s daughter’ was fine.

Richelieu was one of the few people Kieren liked, so it was okay.

I was just a little worried because she was a fairy, but now I was using the Inquisitor Hylon as a good excuse to exploit him.

But the real father…….

The trashy bastard who let the witch leave the child at the orphanage.

Even if he was the real father, it would be hard to accept.

Kieren asked himself a new question.

What if the real father had no choice but to part with the child due to unavoidable circumstances?

What if he searched everywhere to find Cheshire again and had a tearful reunion?

‘Then it’s more difficult.’

Kieren was a snake that grew up eating the sinister energy of the Black Forest.

Born with a gloomy and tenacious nature, he could never be a normal father from birth.

I felt like I would be jealous if he brought something impossible for me and tried to take Cheshire’s side.

Even more so if Cheshire tried to become attached to the existence of a real father.

Kieren liked Cheshire calling him Dad.

I didn’t want to lose that title.

Just imagining the child smiling and calling someone else Dad made me feel terrible.

Is blood thicker than water?

Maybe Cheshire would give her love as soon as she met her real father.

I was twisted inside at the thought of a guy who would easily accept what I had struggled to obtain, just because we were related by blood.

“Annoying…….”

“What did you just say?”

As I unconsciously blurted out my thoughts, a sharp voice immediately pounced on me.

Kieren smiled and replied.

“It’s nothing.”

I felt like I had to deal with the Cardinal who made me have these complicated thoughts first.

Because there probably isn’t a real father anyway.

I didn’t think the Cardinal had found something I couldn’t find.

At best, he probably fabricated it plausibly with information he picked up somewhere.

Well, even if it really exists…….

Kieren swallowed his sinister thoughts and smiled.

“I don’t know anything about the child’s real father.”

The cunning snake’s tongue turned to the Cardinal.

“Please give me guidance.”

***

Even though their numbers were small, Phantasms [supernatural beings] were far superior to humans.

In particular, fairies, the most famous and well-known of the Phantasms, were a race that even inspired awe.

Milliard could not forget the shock he received when he first saw a fairy.

They were beautiful and strong.

Looking at a clearly superior being, I naturally had that thought.

‘They are more loved by God than humans.’

It was humans who praised God.

But the fact that the heretical beings were the ones being loved was unbearably unfair.

Nevertheless, I couldn’t resent God.

So, the method I came up with was for humans to become ‘perfect beings.’

The effort to get closer to God and struggle to be loved somehow even looked ugly.

However, Milliard deeply understood and sympathized with the choices of his predecessors.

That was why he willingly jumped into the experiments that had been going on for hundreds of years.

Saint Sianor patted Milliard’s shoulder, who had expressed his willingness to cooperate.

“Thank you. I knew you would follow the will of our predecessors.”

It was the responsibility that the Saint, who had been carrying the heavy truth alone, had shared.

Milliard did not feel burdened by the bloody responsibility.

Rather, he felt proud that he had become his most loyal servant, and his heart was filled with emotion.

No matter how much the Inquisitors rampaged, they would only wander around outside, foolishly wielding their swords and getting their hands dirty with blood.

Milliard was the one who assisted the Saint within the Empire and knew even the deepest secrets of Hildred.

The ambitious dream of aiming for the position of the next Saint, which he had been confident in, began to go awry from the Minor Saint Prayer Meeting.

To be precise, it was because of the Basilian bastards.

Count Basilian, who stood before the Saint, declared that he would offer unwavering loyalty to God.

Milliard laughed at his remarks.

‘What nonsense you’re spouting.’

The feeling of hitting rock bottom due to Remil’s sluggishness improved a little.

But the situation flowed strangely.

I expected Sianor to laugh at him, of course.

His face was completely stiff.

‘What is the promise of the Black Forest that makes him like that?’

It was a promise that even I, who knew the inner workings of the Holy Empire, did not know.

However, the Saint was noticeably agitated and even shouted.

Milliard sensed something was wrong when he saw that.

So, he locked Remil in the laboratory and hurriedly came to meet Count Basilian.

‘It was a card I didn’t want to use much.’

Milliard barely straightened his face, which kept crumpling.

It was prepared to prevent the misfortune of the Basilian family winning the Minor Saint Prayer Meeting, but I didn’t want to take it out if possible.

That’s because the Basilian family bastards…….

‘It makes me feel bad.’

Milliard glanced at the men in front of him.

Count Basilian sitting leisurely in the innermost part, including Kieren.

The three brothers were seated on either side.

Milliard sat opposite Kieren, forming a square shape.

Milliard unconsciously swallowed dry saliva.

They were clearly younger and more immature than me.

Count Basilian was like that, but especially the boys who hadn’t even passed adulthood had even babyish faces.

However, whenever I met their bright red eyes, Milliard felt a phantom pain as if he was being pierced.

It was a pain as if sharp and pointed awls were tearing the skin, digging into the muscles, and piercing the bones.

I had experienced all sorts of people until I rose to the position of Cardinal.

But the men of the Basilian family were different.

I don’t know why, but sometimes they even felt like beings of a different species.

Anyway, it was the family that the Inquisitor Hylon had chosen.

There was no way they could be ordinary, so it wouldn’t hurt to be careful.

Milliard said, being careful not to let his voice tremble with tension.

“…The adoptive child’s real father is a heretic who practices black magic in the underworld.”

Then the red eyes that had gathered on me widened slightly.

It was certainly a surprising story, so it was a natural reaction, but it felt strangely lukewarm.

That was because their eyes seemed to be closer to interest than surprise.

Count Basilian intertwined his long fingers and leaned back leisurely on the sofa.

It was an impolite posture to take in front of the Cardinal.

However, his arrogance did not properly catch the eye of the nervous Milliard.

“In the underworld, you say, black magic.”

The languid voice clearly repeated each word Milliard had said one by one.

“That’s right. He inherited the blood of a heretic who practices black magic, so if this fact is revealed, a big commotion will occur.”

Milliard persuaded the Count with a serious expression.

“Is there a need to create a noisy situation?”

“Well, that’s true, but…….”

Count Basilian, who trailed off, asked back.

“Shouldn’t you give me at least some evidence?”

He drooped his eyebrows, saying that he couldn’t believe that she had inherited the blood of a heretic because she was a daughter he truly cherished.

“Where did you find out about that fact?”

“Don’t be too surprised.”

Milliard cleared his throat and said.

“Actually, I… have a connection with the owner of the underworld.”