The Baby Fairy Is A Villain [EN]: Chapter 118

It was a sudden disaster in the dead of night.

All available forces rushed out to confront the monsters.

Knights in shining white armor and blue cloaks wielded holy swords, and devout priests supported the knights with their divine power.

The sight of divine light illuminating the darkness was magnificent, inspiring unwavering faith.

They appeared capable of easily vanquishing any evil, but the reality was far different.

The divine power that purified evil was significantly weakened in the presence of the monsters.

Because their abilities were far less effective than usual, they were barely able to defend themselves, let alone purify the encroaching darkness.

Those who had attended the Minor Saint Prayer Meeting also participated with their personal guards, but their contribution was minimal.

This was because the number of people permitted to enter the Holy Empire was strictly limited.

Even if all 99 participants gathered their private soldiers, except for the minimum number of guards required for their own safety, the total number was only a few hundred.

In comparison, the number of monsters was so vast that it was impossible to count them all, so it was natural that the defenders were struggling.

Samid, who attended the Minor Saint Prayer Meeting as a protector of Princess Aran of the Skaya Kingdom, also led his mercenaries to exterminate the monsters with considerable zeal, but…

Samid quickly realized the harsh reality: he knew nothing about what he was facing.

The thought that monsters were merely ferocious beasts was a product of complete arrogance.

Samid stared at the monsters before him with terrified eyes.

The beings that defied the natural order aroused an instinctive sense of revulsion, making his limbs stiff and unresponsive.

As he fumbled, his body refusing to move as he willed it, the monsters seized the opportunity and attacked.

Even the top-tier mercenaries, hired by the Skaya Kingdom at great expense, were struggling against the monsters they were encountering for the first time, unable to mount a proper offense.

After swinging his sword wildly, he realized he had become separated from the mercenaries.

Samid’s face paled as he found himself completely surrounded by monsters.

The hand gripping his sword trembled.

A voice filled with terror escaped his throat.

“Huk, huk… S, save me….”

He turned his gaze towards the side where divine power flashed, his last hope flickering, but…

They were far too occupied with battling the monsters directly in front of them.

Since even the Holy Empire’s forces were struggling against the evil, there was no one to save Samid.

It was utter despair.

Samid eventually dropped his sword, and a monster lunged forward as if it had been waiting for just that moment.

Samid squeezed his eyes shut, bracing himself for the agonizing pain that was sure to follow.

But for some reason, nothing happened.

Instead, hot blood splattered across his face with a wet *whoosh*.

Covered in the monster’s black blood, Samid cautiously opened his eyes.

He saw a jet-black sword, as dark as if it had been forged from the night itself.

The wielder of the black sword was… a breathtakingly beautiful person.

He already knew who it was.

This was because there had been an incident involving the man’s family before the prayer meeting.

But even if that hadn’t happened…

Samid would have known about the man regardless.

From the moment the man first appeared in the Holy Empire, everyone had been curious about him.

It hadn’t taken even a day for everyone attending the Minor Saint Prayer Meeting to learn the man’s name.

Samid unconsciously muttered the name.

“Kiern Vasilian….”

Then, his long eyes curved in a sly smile.

The brief eye contact was quickly broken.

Count Vasilian lightly leaped forward and swung his sword.

The monsters that Samid, the mercenaries, the holy knights, and the holy priests had struggled against were swept away like toys before the Count’s blade.

With every swing of the sword, the monsters were annihilated in a gruesome display.

Count Vasilian showed no fear.

He didn’t freeze at the monsters’ screams; instead, he laughed and swung his sword with renewed vigor.

Samid, who was staring at the Count as if entranced, was startled by a boy who suddenly appeared before him.

“Are you alright?”

The boy, holding a dark navy sword, reached out to Samid, who was still sitting on the floor.

It was the eldest son of the Vasilian family.

When he grabbed the offered hand in a daze, the boy effortlessly lifted Samid to his feet with one hand and struck out with his sword with the other.

“Kieeeek!”

The monster screamed and was cut down with a wet rustling sound.

The boy, who skillfully dispatched the monster, coldly ordered Samid.

“Please step back.”

The unspoken implication was clear: helping or even loitering would only be a hindrance, so he should retreat to safety.

“T, thank you.”

Samid unknowingly greeted the boy with polite respect.

However, the boy had already vanished back into the throng of monsters before Samid could finish his sentence.

Those who had acted recklessly like Samid and were in imminent danger of death were rescued multiple times.

The Vasilian family was accomplishing what the Holy Empire could not.

Samid, who had been blankly watching the scene, belatedly began to run away in a hurry.

He intended to reach the relatively safe rear, where Princess Aran was sheltering.

“…?”

Suddenly, something strange occurred.

Everything became quiet.

The monsters, who had been screaming and roaring, abruptly fell silent, as if their voices had been cut off.

The monsters, who had been rampaging and rushing around wildly, froze in place, as if someone had stopped time itself.

Then, they all turned to look in the same direction.

They no longer seemed to care even when their bodies were struck by divine power or their skin was sliced by blades.

They simply endured the humans’ attacks without reacting.

Samid turned around hesitantly, following the monsters’ collective gaze.

He saw a large man and two boys standing together.

And a baby cradled in the arms of one of the pretty boys….

The monsters were all staring at the adopted child of the Vasilian family.

Chesha Vasilian.

***

The twins found themselves unable to refuse Chesha’s request.

They hesitated, their resolve creaking as if struck by an unavoidable arrow.

Eventually, the twins headed towards the battlefield where monsters were rampaging, with Chesha in tow.

It was a decision fueled by a touch of sibling rivalry.

As Vasilians, they had been dealing with monsters since they were young.

They knew more about monsters than anyone else, and both of them had been training diligently to hone their skills recently.

“So, the two of us can certainly protect one younger sibling.”

“Well… that’s true.”

“Besides, there’s Sir Theo too.”

Ishuel, moved by Chesha’s familial remark, enthusiastically stepped forward to persuade Karha.

He even included Theo, whom he usually treated like a teddy bear and largely ignored, and spoke with passionate conviction, and so they bravely ventured into the heart of the battlefield.

The situation was unfolding as Chesha had anticipated.

The Holy Empire was not effectively containing the monsters.

Hailon was barely holding his ground, pushing his divine power to its absolute limit and even resorting to using the Chains of Judgment [a powerful divine artifact].

Otherwise, Hildegard’s Sanctuary would have been overrun by monsters long ago.

‘Hailon will be at the forefront. Where are Kiern and Belzeon?’

Chesha, held securely in Ishuel’s arms, diligently scanned the surroundings.

But all he could see was monsters, everywhere he looked.

A monster that noticed his presence grunted and turned its gaze in their direction.

Karha drew two swords simultaneously and spat out a terse warning.

“It’s coming.”

Following Karha, who was preparing for battle, Theo, who had been reluctantly dragged along, also drew his sword.

Karha glanced at Theo, who was trembling with nervous tension, and said.

“Chief of the Security Forces. Assist me.”

Then, he leaped forward.

The sword blades crossed and flashed under the moonlight, and the monster that was rushing towards them was cut into pieces.

Karha, who annihilated the monster in a single blow, quickly rolled his body and dealt with a nearby monster as well.

Chesha momentarily forgot the gravity of the situation and admired his brother’s skill.

His abilities were far superior to when he had dealt with the slave hunters in the underworld.

Theo also played an excellent supporting role, keeping pace with the rampaging Karha.

“Hey! Find out where Kiern and Belzeon are!”

Karha shouted while cutting down the monsters.

Theo flinched at the informal way Karha addressed the Count by his first name so casually, and nearly had his arm severed by a monster.

Karha brushed the monster away from Theo.

“Watch your brother use magic, little brother.”

Ishuel, eager to show off his skills to Chesha, even announced his intentions in advance and began to gather magic power.

It was while he was drawing a magic circle with skillful hand movements that…

“…Huh?”

Ishuel made a bewildered exclamation.

Chesha was also surprised, and his eyes widened.

A faint light swirled around Chesha, and a small flower bloomed in the air with a soft *pop*.