The Baby Fairy Is A Villain [EN]: Chapter 128

I had once asked Hাইল론 in the past.

“Why did you become a Holy Knight?”

Hайл론 replied that there was no particular reason.

On a snowy winter night, his parents abandoned the infant, who hadn’t even opened his eyes yet, on the street.

The child, who should have frozen to death, miraculously survived and, fortunately, ended up in an orphanage managed by the temple.

There, along with divine power, he discovered a talent for swordsmanship.

So, he naturally became a Holy Knight, he said.

Having risen from a mere orphan to the position of an Inquisitor, the process couldn’t have been smooth.

I had naturally imagined that Hайл론 had suffered hardships like 체샤.

But I didn’t know the details and didn’t bother to ask.

We weren’t close enough to talk about such things.

Hайл론’s past, which I had only vaguely guessed, was now unfolding before my eyes.

‘What did the Holy King do to Hайл론?’

Suddenly, the scar on Hайл론’s back came to mind.

Eight terrible scars along his shoulder blades.

It was a scar he got from being granted a sacred artifact, but Hайл론 had never mentioned it in detail.

Why does his scar overlap with the clipped wings of the bluebird at this moment?

체샤 swallowed hard.

Clearly, Hайл론 had not been tamed to the Holy King’s satisfaction.

He must have received education that was no different from abuse, like the bluebird before her.

Perhaps even now, as the leader of the Inquisitors.

Just a few days ago, Hайл론 had been summoned by the Holy King.

Because 체샤 had released the fairies, he had been summoned to the Holy Empire earlier than expected.

The Hайл론 I met again was a little gaunt but outwardly fine.

So, I thought he was okay, but he kept saying strange things that bothered me.

“…This was your face.”

“I missed you.”

Even though only a few days had passed, he whispered sweetly to 체샤 as if he hadn’t seen her in a long time.

Perhaps Hайл론 had been educated by the Holy King at that time.

Like a bluebird dying in a cage for not listening to its master…….

체샤 slowly clenched her small fist.

I wanted to slap 시아노르 in front of me.

But it wasn’t anger that could be resolved with a single punch.

Instead, 체샤 decided to properly scratch 시아노르.

She drooped her eyes like a child who knew nothing and demanded.

“Give it to me now. The bird looks very sick.”

시아노르 replied, seemingly troubled, to her request to give water and food.

“It’s still wild, so you might get hurt……”

“Then it’s okay if they listen well, right?”

She looked up at him with wide eyes.

And shouted in a bright voice.

“All the birds here!”

“Of course.”

체샤 smiled brightly at the readily given answer.

The moment 시아노르 narrowed his eyes, sensing something strange in the smile that seemed like a flower bud bursting open.

Splendid flowers bloomed from 체샤.

It was the power of the fairy.

Dozens of butterflies made of light bloomed with the flowers and scattered in all directions.

The butterflies fluttered gracefully, scattering sparkling light.

The butterflies’ destination was the birdcages.

The butterflies clung to each birdcage hanging from the tree.

Then, with a click, the tightly locked birdcage doors opened on their own.

The doors were wide open, but the caged birds didn’t move.

As if they dared not fly without permission, they sat still and groomed their beautiful feathers with their beaks.

The Holy King, who had been stiffening his face, raised the corners of his lips.

“…Look. Those children don’t want to come out of the cage.”

But 체샤 didn’t care.

She just said in a clear voice.

“Come here!”

Fairies are beings derived from nature.

Everything that belongs to nature was also a friend of the fairy.

A mere human-defined rule could not dare to break the fairy’s words.

Following the fluttering butterflies, the birds began to leave the cages little by little.

At first, they hesitated and staggered with clumsy flapping.

Before long, they regained their wildness and flapped their wings vigorously.

Giving beautiful cries, they flew around 체샤 with the butterflies.

The bluebird with its wing feathers cut also flew safely with the help of the butterflies.

Although it was dry and starved, unable to make a sound.

The bluebird flapped its wings happily and joyfully.

체샤 spread her hands wide.

Then the birds and butterflies intertwined and disappeared into the flowers that bloomed in the air.

After the flowers that bloomed everywhere turned into petals and scattered.

No birds remained in the glass greenhouse.

A deep floral fragrance flowed from the falling petals.

It was a floral fragrance that completely covered the plants full of the glass greenhouse.

“Wow…….”

레밀, who had been holding his breath and watching, let out a small exclamation.

The boy whispered with a flushed face.

“It’s so beautiful.”

The admiration that burst out unknowingly was like witnessing a miracle of God.

체샤 withdrew her power and looked at 시아노르.

“…….”

시아노르’s chin was visibly trembling.

He clenched his teeth tightly, but his wrinkled face could not hide all the boiling anger.

He was a Holy King with terrible divine power.

In front of such 시아노르, with the immense power of heresy that revives all things, she shattered the space he had painstakingly cultivated.

She had properly crushed his pride.

From his bloodshot eyes, I could feel the murderous intent to tear apart the little baby in front of him right away.

However, the old Holy King did not recklessly burst out his emotions.

He managed his anger while trembling, and smiled at 체샤.

체샤 also smiled back at him.

“Child.”

시아노르 coaxed in a chillingly benevolent voice.

“You must not use your power recklessly. This is of heresy, a wrong power.”

레밀, who had been watching blankly, realized his mistake and belatedly covered his mouth with his hand.

시아노르 sighed deeply.

He spoke kindly in a voice filled with anguish, as if he himself was troubled to say such words.

“But God forgives everything.”

His hand gently stroked 체샤’s cheek.

I thought his touch was stiff.

The touch of the hand hidden under the glove did not feel like that of a living person.

“Wouldn’t you like to use the power you have for good?”

“How?”

“You met your biological father today.”

체샤 pretended to hesitate for a moment before nodding.

시아노르 continued in a gentle voice, as if he was sorry.

“Your father has committed a great sin. No matter how much he repents, he will not be able to go to heaven. But…….”

시아노르, who had been touching her cheek, grabbed 체샤’s hand.

It was a careless touch for holding a child’s hand.

“If you use your power for the name of God and repent, you can wash away your father’s sins.”

“All of them?”

“Of course. I swear in the name of 시아노르 Hilder드, the Holy King of the Holy Empire.”

시아노르 asked 체샤 with glistening eyes.

“Will you do it?”

체샤 pretended to be troubled.

After hesitating for a long time and making 시아노르 anxious, she barely opened her mouth.

“But…….”

“But?”

시아노르, who had been getting more and more impatient with the prolonged silence, asked back with a change of expression.

Watching him lose his reason to the delicious bait dangling in front of him, 체샤 sighed deeply.

“I have two fathers now.”

“…….”

“Can’t you forgive the other father too?”

When she asked to forgive 키에른 along with forgiving her fake father, 시아노르’s expression darkened.

He wanted to keep 키에른 locked up in prison at least until the end of the Minor Saint Prayer Meeting.

That way, he could separate 체샤 from him and manipulate the situation as he pleased.

‘No way.’

체샤 smiled harmlessly, laughing wickedly inside, and clasped her hands together.

“체샤 will do her best!”

“…Okay.”

In the end, 시아노르 could not ignore the bait and bit it.

He answered after a sigh.

“I will do as you wish.”