The Baby Fairy Is A Villain [EN]: Chapter 132

Kieren feigned surprise at Milliard’s words.

“Really?”

He lavishly praised Milliard with admiration and awe.

“You are truly amazing. To be honest, I was quite lost. How am I supposed to find the Master…”

He dissembled, saying he was relieved that the Cardinal would help and didn’t know how to repay this favor.

Hata, who had been rolling around next to Cheshire, burst out laughing.

He even pounded his front paws on the sofa as if he would die laughing.

Cheshire also swallowed a laugh.

‘He’s properly caught.’

Milliard had fallen nicely into the trap Kieren had set.

Milliard would put forward a fake master, just as he had created a fake father.

And to somehow plausibly package his lies, he would run around everywhere and suffer terribly.

Kieren would leisurely watch that sight and only reveal his identity at the last moment.

He could already picture Milliard’s despair.

‘A real perverted weirdo.’

Unaware that he was trapped in the coils of a snake slowly tightening its grip, Milliard became elated.

“Of course, it’s not an easy task. But I can do that much for the Count.”

Buoyed by the praise, Milliard eagerly pulled Kieren aside.

“Let’s talk more in a quiet place.”

“Yes, yes.”

Kieren grinned and disappeared with Milliard.

Ishuel, who had been watching the scene with his arms crossed, frowned deeply.

“Ugh, what is it? Do I have to unpack again?”

He grumbled, saying that he always did what he wanted.

“You think so too, right, Chesha?”

Ishuel sat down close to Cheshire and sought agreement.

“But what’s wrong with the puppy?”

He said a word while looking at Hata, who was busy laughing, then picked him up and started to playfully torment him.

Hata wriggled, making a ‘mya myak’ sound, at the touch of hands that kneaded the palm-sized puppy.

Cheshire helped Hata escape, and in return, allowed Ishuel to play with his hair.

While Ishuel was braiding his hair, Cheshire looked around.

‘Come to think of it, where did Karha and Theo go?’

Ishuel should be saying a word or two next to him while packing.

Theo was the type to take the initiative in doing the hard work, so it would have been natural for him to come and help.

But both of them were nowhere to be seen.

He was wondering when Belzeon, who had briefly gone out for business, returned with a little guest.

“Chesha Vasillian!”

The girl, who ran over despite the maid’s dissuasion, clenched her fists tightly and asked Chesha, widening her already large eyes even more.

“A-are you really leaving?”

The girl who spoke with strange formality was Princess Aran Skaya of the Kingdom of Skaya.

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The warm milk tea, generously laced with milk, was fragrant.

Aran took a sip of milk tea and glanced at Chesha.

Due to Aran’s sudden visit, Chesha was having a slightly early tea time.

Belzeon personally prepared tea for the two children, steering them away from the cluttered packing area.

Left alone, Aran was noticeably shy.

Chesha watched Aran, who couldn’t stay still and kept fidgeting.

Judging by the time she arrived, it seemed she had rushed here as soon as the prayer meeting was over.

“Th-that is…”

Aran put down her teacup and finally spoke.

“Thank you.”

“…?”

Chesha didn’t know why she was using such a strange tone, adding honorifics to the end of the familiar language she usually used.

Chesha waved her hand.

“Jush shay it normally!”

“Is that okay?”

Aran mumbled when Chesha told her to speak comfortably.

“Because you are a great being. I didn’t think I should treat you the same as before.”

Aran’s face was as red as a ripe fruit.

“That day, I saw it too. The flower rain you created… It was so beautiful, and…”

Aran swallowed hard.

Golden eyes stared directly at Chesha.

“It was sad.”

“……”

Chesha was a little surprised at Aran’s words.

Most people praised the flower rain that day as a wondrous sight.

They praised it as a flower rain showing the sacredness of God.

Even though it was caused by the power of a fairy.

It was the first time someone said it was sad, similar to what Chesha felt.

“I… I want to get closer to you… but you’re leaving…”

Aran wiggled her fingers.

“We were going to talk about the crown, too.”

Chesha had offered Aran the crown in exchange for meeting the witch.

Chesha, who had developed a slight liking for the princess of Skaya, said generously.

“I might not leave!”

“Really?”

“Yesh. But what did you do today?”

Chesha was curious about what Aran had done on the second day of prayer.

Aran, her face bright with joy, quickly replied.

“Today was normal. I offered a prayer.”

Since young children were gathered to pray, it didn’t take very long.

The second prayer ended in a somewhat chaotic atmosphere.

The main topic of conversation was the Vasillian family, who did not even attend.

Everyone was gathered and busy talking about the amazing feats of the Vasillian family, the miracle shown by the adopted child, and the declaration of non-attendance at the prayer meeting.

Even the sacred priests and sacred knights seemed eager to join the conversation.

They couldn’t dare to show it outwardly, but it was clear that they were listening to the stories the prayer participants were telling.

“But still, all those things are considered a miracle of God.”

Aran, who had been chattering, said with a hint of frustration.

“You are a fairy.”

The maritime kingdom of Skaya was a country founded by pirates.

As a country without deep-seated traditions, faith was less prominent.

They even attended this minor saint prayer meeting because of the witch.

Perhaps that’s why Aran’s thoughts on fairies seemed a little different from those of ordinary continentals.

Chesha had always been seen as a heretical being.

Listening to Aran’s words of comfort and care made Chesha’s heart feel lighter.

‘The kid is pretty good.’

If Itar had only resembled half of Aran, he wouldn’t have been thrown into the Inquisitorial Chamber [a court of the Inquisition responsible for trying people accused of heresy].

Chesha nodded, thinking of Itar, who must be diligently receiving mental education by now.

“It’sh okay. It can’t be helped.”

Aran clenched her fist tightly as she answered firmly.

Then she suddenly slammed the table.

Of course, it made a ‘kong’ sound instead of a ‘bang’ sound because it was a small fist.

“…You are!”

Aran trembled and blurted out without breathing.

“So cute, dignified, pretty, and amazing!”

It couldn’t be helped that Itar’s appearance overlapped with Aran, who was jumping around, saying that Chesha was a truly adorable fairy.

‘Surely she won’t become like Itar…’

Leaving behind a slight sense of unease, Chesha waited for Aran to calm down.

And asked for the necessary information.

“Do you know Remi?”

“Remil? The prince of Hebaton that Cardinal Milliard supports?”

“Yesh.”

“Of course.”

Aran smiled and asked.

“Why, should I kill him?”

“……”

“Just kidding.”

Chesha also knew that the warlike princess of Skaya was making a sincere offer disguised as a joke.

Chesha briefly touched her forehead with her hand, then waved her hand to dissuade her.

“That’sh not it.”

Chesha turned her head around and looked around.

After confirming once again that no one was there, she whispered to Aran.

“I can’t get the crown now.”

The situation had become too complicated.

Even if Hylon supported Chesha.

If a fairy, an existence considered heresy, were to win the prayer meeting, there would be strong opposition within the Holy Empire.

So Chesha thought.

‘Do I have to win to get the crown?’

There were many ways to achieve the goal.

Now that he had even brought in a fake father impersonator, Chesha decided to choose a slightly different method.

A way to send the Cardinal and the Holy King away in one go.

“Help Remi win.”