The Baby Fairy Is A Villain [EN]: Chapter 116

Silence descended, freezing the men of the Basilian family in place.

This time, genuine surprise rippled through everyone.

Milliord, however, wore a satisfied smile.

‘Even if they are country bumpkins from the East, they must know of the underworld,’ he thought.

Having invoked the master of the underworld, he believed they wouldn’t dare to doubt him.

Of course, Milliord had no actual connection to this figure.

It was a complete fabrication, a lie woven with conviction.

But Milliord dared such a reckless deception because he believed he had a safety net.

The master of the underworld was not publicly known.

Only the rumors of his unimaginable wealth circulated widely.

He was shrouded in speculation, never revealing himself.

Therefore, Milliord reasoned, whether he used the master’s name to lie or for any other purpose, no one could verify it.

This was happening within the Holy Empire of Hildred, after all.

No matter how powerful the master of the underworld was, he couldn’t possibly monitor events within Hildred.

Even if he did, he wouldn’t risk targeting a cardinal like himself.

‘And the Basilian County or Heilron wouldn’t be able to properly investigate the underworld,’ he concluded.

It was a lie meticulously calculated.

Still, Milliord wasn’t thrilled about mentioning the underworld master.

It was a trump card he had prepared but preferred not to play unless absolutely necessary.

‘But given the situation, it can’t be helped.’

Milliord, having played his trump card, looked at Count Basilian, who remained frozen, eyes wide with surprise.

A small exclamation broke the silence from the side.

“…Wow.”

It was the boy who resembled a young beast. He opened his mouth, revealing small fangs, and began to giggle.

Then, the men of the Basilian family erupted in laughter, as if they had heard a hilarious joke.

Milliord stared blankly, unable to comprehend this unexpected reaction.

After a long moment, Count Basilian finally stopped laughing.

He inhaled deeply, exhaled, and then spoke, a hint of amusement still in his voice.

“The master of the underworld, you say? This is quite interesting. Do they call him Master?”

Count Basilian cleared his throat and smiled, his eyes crinkling into crescent shapes.

The slender eye smile was bewitching, and at that moment, Milliord felt a strong sense of unease.

The fact that such a person held a position of power within the Holy Empire felt incredibly wrong.

Simultaneously, an urge to flee surged within him.

He didn’t know why, but he desperately wanted to escape this place.

As Milliord froze like a mouse before a snake, the Count’s gentle voice continued.

“Come to think of it, I remember hearing a story about the Master. They say he commands loyal subordinates who never betray him…”

Milliord struggled to regain his composure, forcing his stiffening tongue to move.

“Are… are you talking about the ‘Executioners’ [elite assassins of the underworld]?”

“Yes. They say that those who offend the Master’s sensibilities are executed by them.”

The Executioners were the most formidable of the Master’s subordinates.

Even the most fearless underworld figures became docile at the mention of their name.

Only one Executioner was publicly known: a man with a peculiar appearance, covering his eyes with cloth and wielding a whip.

He was somewhat known because he occasionally acted as the Master’s representative.

The rest remained a mystery.

True to their name, the Executioners only moved when the Master wanted someone dead.

Everyone who encountered them died, ensuring their identities remained secret.

“I’m sure the Cardinal is also aware of the Executioners…”

Count Basilian shifted his gaze, causing Milliord to flinch.

Milliord, following his gaze, trembled. The Count was looking at the twins.

The twins, who had been quietly listening, grinned as their eyes met Milliord’s.

A chilling unease ran down his spine at their mischievous, nightmarish smiles.

It felt like his heart was shrinking.

Milliord quickly turned his head, but even there, red eyes were waiting for him.

Count Basilian said with a blank face.

“I trust you will not recklessly utter falsehoods related to the Master.”

A chilling warning suffocated him.

Milliord could only move his lips, and soon the Count smiled as if nothing had happened.

Then, he coaxed him as if trying to appease him.

“Could I perhaps meet this so-called biological father? It’s not that I don’t believe you; I’m just curious.”

It was during this interrogation, about whether he was a black magician and being held in the Inquisitorial Chamber, that a pure white light flashed outside the window.

The light, instantly illuminating the silent darkness, was divine power.

The men of the Basilian family, as well as Milliord, were momentarily frozen like statues by the sudden burst of divine power that lit up the outside like daytime.

The first to move was Count Basilian.

He immediately jumped up from his seat and grabbed his sword from the corner.

“The two of you, check on Chesha. Belzeon, come with me.”

The three brothers moved instantly.

The twins burst out of the door, and the eldest son also grabbed his sword.

Milliord shouted belatedly.

“W-wait! Drawing a sword within the Holy Empire…!”

It was basic common sense that one should not draw a sword recklessly within the Holy Empire.

However, Count Basilian instead ordered Milliord.

“Do not go outside, and wait here with the guards.”

“What? What do you mean! Where are you going, Count!”

Passing by Milliord, who was angrily blocking him, Count Basilian said briefly.

“It’s a monster.”

Beneath his annoyed red eyes, the smooth shape of his lips twisted.

“Follow me if you want to die.”

***

If they could only secure evidence that a fairy was imprisoned within the Holy Empire, Hailon could begin a full-scale investigation as an Inquisitor.

Usually, he would start an investigation with just a suspicion, but this time, clear evidence was needed.

This was because the targets of condemnation might be the Cardinal and the Holy King.

They had to gather perfect evidence, create a siege without any room for escape, and then strike at once.

Chesha was quite surprised that he had decided to condemn even the Holy King.

‘I’m the first one,’ she thought.

Chesha’s face flushed every time she recalled Hailon’s words, and she had to work hard to appear nonchalant.

“…Anyway, I just need to find the fairy, right?”

Hailon replied briefly, avoiding eye contact.

“If possible.”

In the past, he would have considered it impossible.

Chesha had searched for other fairies for a long time but had never found one.

But now it was different.

After touching the Fairy Queen’s crown and being forced to change into a strange dress, Chesha felt that she had changed in some way.

She couldn’t pinpoint exactly what had changed.

But just…

‘Maybe I can find a fairy?’

The same strange confidence kept welling up inside her.

“I’ll give it a try.”

To move with Hailon, Chesha reached out her hand to him.

He looked down at her extended hand for a moment, then slowly took it.

Chesha’s hand was wrapped snugly in his large hand.

From the moment she thought she would find the fairy, she felt a strong sensation.

Chesha carefully moved her power as her intuition led her.

The place she moved to with the blooming flower was an underground cave.

Chesha looked around and muttered in bewilderment.

“…A wine cellar?”

Torches were lit throughout the cool, damp cave, and oak barrels filled with wine were piled up on both sides.

There was a huge iron door in front of Chesha and Hailon.

If her intuition was correct, fairies would be trapped inside.

In fact, she seemed to faintly feel the power of fairies beyond the iron door.

But strangely, she felt a sense of resistance, as if she were touching something forbidden that should not be opened…

Goosebumps ran all over her body.

Two voices whispered in her head at the same time: a voice telling her to open the door, and a voice telling her never to open it.

Both were so desperate that she couldn’t easily choose.

Chesha, hesitating, turned to Hailon.

“…….”

Even though it was a moment that might yield important evidence, Hailon did not urge Chesha.

He was just quietly waiting by her side.

Thanks to his calm blue eyes, the choice to make became clear.

She could let go of his hand now that the movement was over, but Chesha held Hailon’s hand tightly and opened the door with her other hand.

Strangely enough, the iron door slid open as lightly as a feather, as if it had been waiting for a very long time, opening lightly to Chesha’s touch without a single lock.

“…!”

And the moment the door opened, black darkness poured out.

What was waiting for Chesha beyond the door was not a fairy.

It was covering everything all around…

It was the monsters that should have been in the Black Forest.