The Baby Fairy Is A Villain [EN]: Chapter 125

The Cardinal’s eyes widened.

He looked as though he couldn’t believe the sight before him.

Divine power surged within the pure white blade.

“H-Hylon, what is the meaning of this?!” Cardinal Milliard cried out, horrified by the rapidly accumulating divine power.

Hylon, instead of answering, fixed Milliard with an icy stare.

Milliard, trembling under the intense gaze, blurted out an unsolicited explanation.

“He was a heretic, yes, but he came to me and repented!”

Milliard fervently defended the man, insisting he had been completely reborn.

“He once lived in the underworld, but he has made every effort to become a respectable father to his child, and now he lives more faithfully than anyone else…”

Cardinal Milliard spluttered, even spitting as he rambled on.

The gist of his lengthy excuse was that the man had overcome his heretical past through great paternal love and had come to serve God.

And amidst the chaos that was unfolding.

Chesha felt as though her brain had momentarily short-circuited.

‘That man is my real dad?’

There was no chance that Cardinal Milliard had actually found her real father.

If he had, Kieren, the master of the underworld, would have found him long ago.

Crucially, Chesha wasn’t just some child abandoned at an orphanage.

‘I am Richessia.’

The Cardinal, unaware that the Enchantress had transformed into a baby to hide, was putting on this ridiculous act.

His clumsy performance was all tailored to some nameless child left at the orphanage.

“……”

Chesha stared blankly at the man before her.

She had imagined the moment she met her real father.

In her imagination, the reunion with her real father was never a pleasant one.

Her mother would have had an unwanted child.

Having suffered terribly in the laboratory, she would have resented both Chesha and Chesha’s father.

So, if she met her real father.

Chesha had planned to chop him up with an axe herself.

To make him feel even a fraction of the pain her mother and she had endured.

She had imagined catching the fleeing bastard, throwing him into the *hwanyeok* [a term for a chaotic or distorted space, possibly a magical dimension], and making sure only painful screams erupted from his mouth as he offered pathetic excuses.

She had never imagined a reunion like this.

Not a father who would scream and run away from her, but a father who would cry, saying he had missed her…

“God, thank you, ah, God.”

The man wept and laughed, tears streaming down his face.

He looked at Chesha with such joy.

His performance was so convincing that, even knowing it was fake, she couldn’t help but scrutinize him again.

As Chesha examined him closely, her vision suddenly went dark.

“Don’t look.”

Kieren covered Chesha’s eyes with his hand.

He scrunched up his nose, looking very displeased, and said,

“Chesha’s daddy is right here.”

Then, he whispered intimately in her ear.

“That’s a fake.”

She wanted to tell him that she knew, but she refrained, fearing it would look suspicious.

While Kieren earnestly delivered a speech about how that man was a fake and how Chesha should like him more, even if he were her real father.

Cardinal Milliard somehow managed to get Hylon to put away his sword.

Or so he thought.

After listening to the Cardinal’s long explanation, Hylon put away the holy sword and tried to take out the Chains of Judgment.

Clang. Chesha grabbed the bars of the prison cell at the sound of the chains.

“Stop it!”

The sound of the chains ceased at Chesha’s cry.

Hylon slowly turned his head to look at Chesha.

Cardinal Milliard, who had come to threaten Count Basilian but hadn’t even managed a word with Kieren, also stared, beads of cold sweat trickling down his face.

Kieren, too, sent her a silent gaze.

“I want to talk to him alone.”

At Chesha’s words that she wanted to talk to the fake father alone, Kieren immediately flipped out.

He shook Chesha, incredulous.

“Alone? Just the two of you? Why? Why? What are you going to talk about?”

While Kieren was causing a ruckus, Hylon quietly scanned the man from head to toe.

He was looking for an excuse to lock him up in the Heresy Inquisition Chamber.

Before Kieren and Hylon could chop the man into pieces, Cardinal Milliard hurriedly stepped in to mediate.

“Perhaps we should give the child and the father time to talk. How about we move to another place and talk separately for a while?”

“…What did you just say? Father?”

Kieren pounced on Milliard’s words.

“Nothing has been proven yet, so please refrain from using uncertain titles. It’s not good for the child’s emotional well-being.”

“B-But he is definitely her real father…”

Milliard, about to add a lengthy explanation, closed his mouth this time under Hylon’s glare.

“Anyway, first… that would be good.”

He hurriedly took out the key and opened the prison door.

Count Basilian was imprisoned by order of the Holy King.

Nevertheless, Milliard took Kieren out of the prison without any hesitation.

As if he had already received permission from the Holy King.

The situation was roughly predictable.

The Holy King and Cardinal Milliard were in cahoots [conspiring together].

‘The reason the Holy King wants me… is he wants a new test subject?’

It was almost a foregone conclusion that the Holy King and some Cardinals were the main players in experimenting on fairies.

But strangely, no fairies could be found within the Holy Empire.

They had only found lumps of monsters.

The energy felt too different to say that the fairies, broken by experimentation, had turned into monsters.

‘It seems like some part of the fairy is mixed in, but…’

To uncover the truth for sure, they had to find the laboratory in question.

While Chesha was lost in thought, Cardinal Milliard urged Hylon and Kieren.

Despite his persuasion to leave quickly, neither of them thought of budging, but Chesha pushed them out.

After a commotion, she was finally left alone with the fake father.

“……”

The man awkwardly scanned the inside of the prison cell.

Leaving him to fidget uncomfortably, Chesha crawled onto the sofa and sat down.

Then, she pointed to the opposite side with her finger.

The man, slightly flustered, sat down as Chesha instructed.

The man was the first to break the suffocating silence.

“I’m sorry.”

Chesha looked at him expressionlessly.

The man seemed slightly taken aback by her unbaby-like behavior, but he continued.

“I, your dad, never abandoned you. I’ve been looking for you for a long time.”

He took a deep breath.

He whispered desperately to Chesha with tearful eyes.

“Your mom and dad love Chesha…”

A long time ago.

If Richessia had heard these words when she was growing up in the orphanage, knowing nothing, she would have been truly moved.

Because those were the words she had wanted to hear so badly.

It wasn’t just Richessia.

All the children in the orphanage had the same dream.

That their parents hadn’t abandoned them but had lost them, and that they would struggle to find them and miraculously reunite.

If she were an ordinary orphan, she would have fallen for the man’s act of being her father.

However, the only thing that Cardinal Milliard, who would have been thoroughly prepared, had not anticipated was that Chesha was not a real baby.

“Can you call me Dad…?”

Looking at the man asking cautiously, Chesha blinked.

Then, she suddenly opened her mouth.

“*Ahjussi* [a Korean term for ‘mister’ or ‘uncle,’ used to address men who are older than the speaker].”

“…?”

Chesha frowned at the man with wide eyes and asked.

“Do you want to die?”

“H-Huh…?”

“Why are you lying to me?”

Chesha jumped from the sofa onto the table.

She stood firmly on both feet and reached out her hand.

A long axe appeared along with a bouquet of flowers.

The man’s eyes widened as much as they could.

Since he came from the underworld, he couldn’t possibly not know Richessia’s axe.

“You’ve seen this before, right?”

“T-The Enchantress’s…?”

“It’s Mommy’s.”

“…?!”

Chesha, holding the axe with the flowers as a support, toddled towards the man.

“If you lie again from now on…”

She swung the axe in front of the man, whose pupils were shaking.

Thud, the axe struck the table.

Along with the splinters of the table flying up, Chesha warned ominously.

“It won’t be fun.”