The Baby Fairy Is A Villain [EN]: Chapter 136

Cyanor, writhing in agony, fell backward.

Blood gushed endlessly from the severed area.

However, not a single drop of the noble blood was wasted.

It was all absorbed into the pattern without exception.

The pattern began to greedily devour the Holy Power of the Saint King.

It was an even stronger Holy Power than the combined Holy Power of the previous Holy Knights.

The pattern, which had been ravenously sucking up Holy Power and pouring it onto Hylone, suddenly flashed.

Was it exceeding its limit?

A sound like scraping metal pierced the eardrums.

At the same time, the pattern on the floor cracked with a snap.

The light faded, and silence descended.

The Chains of Atonement that had filled the surroundings also disappeared.

The silence that had fallen upon the white space was eerie.

“…….”

Hylone gasped for breath.

He raised his trembling body.

He almost fell several times but barely managed to get up.

He slowly inhaled, then wiped the blood obscuring his vision with the back of his hand.

With an expressionless face, he slowly shifted his gaze.

He saw the unconscious Cyanor, the seven dead Holy Knights, and the surviving Daren.

Daren also seemed to have been caught in the Chains of Atonement’s rampage and was injured.

Blood flowed from a wound beneath his eye.

Daren stared blankly at Hylone.

Daren’s face contorted as he saw the blood-soaked body and the scattered wings at his feet.

A painful groan escaped from his parted lips.

Tears mixed with blood streamed down his cheeks, red.

Weeping echoed in the silent white space.

It was a lament like a dirge for the dead.

But Hylone could not cry.

Unlike the sobbing Daren, he simply stood blankly, staring at the dead.

As if he had forgotten how to cry.

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“They say the Prince of Hebaton is receiving education today.”

Daren narrowed his eyes and continued.

“The young prince must already be at his limit, but he doesn’t seem to have the talent for Holy Power to cause any anomalies.”

He said indifferently that someone would die if this continued, then glanced up at the sky.

“Oh…. It’s going to rain.”

Indeed, the sky was gloomy.

With a gray sky and damp, humid air.

It felt like raindrops would start falling at any moment.

Daren, who had been looking at the sky, let out a soft breath.

The thought of training in the rain made him sigh involuntarily.

The knights who were waiting in the training ground seemed to be thinking the same thing.

They grumbled as they looked at the sky but quickly straightened their posture when Hylone and Daren appeared.

Reverent gazes turned to Hylone all at once.

Daren felt a sense of pride swelling in his chest and smiled unconsciously.

Then he glanced at Hylone beside him.

Hylone was expressionless as usual.

But his blue eyes were a little darker than usual.

‘Is it because of Prince Hebaton?’

Daren quietly swallowed his bitterness.

Whenever it was related to education, even the insensitive Hylone became sensitive.

‘Because seven died.’

The seven Holy Knights who had been sacrificed in the education were colleagues who had trained together since their days as apprentice knights.

Hilderd does not discriminate based on status.

But an invisible line clearly existed.

Those who were nobles and those who were commoners did not mingle.

The Holy Empire also subtly managed them separately.

The knights who associated with Hylone were all so-called ‘lowly people.’

To reduce the number of mouths to feed, because they were orphans with nowhere to go, to pay off the family’s debts…….

Those with various stories were desperate.

So when the Saint King Cyanor spoke of ‘sacrifice for the greater good,’ no one could resist the Saint King, who promised a large reward and mentioned their families.

All became docile sacrifices to offer Holy Power.

Originally, from the moment they belonged to the Holy Empire, even their corpses were dedicated to Hilderd.

The white mineral used to make the Holy Knights’ Holy Swords, which was only produced in the Holy Empire, was made from the bones of dead saints.

But using corpses and offering living sacrifices were completely different.

‘It was all a tragedy caused by the Saint King’s greed…….’

The Saint King had given Hylone the Chains of Atonement.

He put the Holy Relic that no one could handle on his wrist and demanded that he have the Holy Power to wield it.

Hylone’s Holy Power was increasing every year.

If he had waited just a few more years, he would have been able to handle the Chains of Atonement well enough without committing such a terrible act.

But the Saint King forcibly injected Holy Power into Hylone, who had just come of age.

It was to create a new Holy Relic for himself.

When Holy Power is injected into someone with outstanding talent for Holy Power beyond their limit, an anomaly called the miracle of God appears.

That was the creation of wings.

It was used as a material to create the Holy Relics of the Holy Empire.

Thus, the Saint King sacrificed the Holy Knights as living sacrifices to inject Holy Power, and Hylone created eight wings.

It was a far superior result than the Saint King had aimed for.

But he gained nothing.

That day, the Saint King lost most of his Holy Power to Hylone, lost both arms, and came to wear prosthetic hands.

Daren, the only one who survived among the Holy Knights who were sacrificed, left the scar on his face untouched to remember that day.

And Hylone, who swallowed the lives of seven…….

Tried to die.

“My life isn’t worth sacrificing seven.”

At that time, Hylone had just come of age.

No matter how insensitive he was to others, he could not be indifferent to the deaths of his colleagues who had been with him for a long time.

‘So he went to the Enchantress.’

He went to the Enchantress Richessia to ask her to kill him, but for some reason, he returned alive.

‘Thinking about it, I’m grateful to the Enchantress.’

He was lost in reminiscing about the distant past.

“Daren.”

At the short call, Daren snapped out of his reverie.

“I’m sorry.”

He was too distracted.

Daren apologized briefly and straightened his back.

Hylone was scanning the knights lined up in front of him with an indifferent gaze.

“…!”

He suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Hylone wasn’t the only one surprised.

Gasps of breath erupted from here and there.

Flowers bloomed in the air.

A rich fragrance spread from the gorgeously blooming flowers.

The flowers, scattering dazzling glitter together, were created by the power of a fairy.

Hylone reached out to the flowers as if possessed.

The one who appeared among the profusion of flowers was a small baby.

The adorable baby looked at Hylone with big pink eyes.

Daren muttered in surprise.

“…It’s the Little Lord?”

The fact that Chesha Basillian was a fairy was already known throughout the continent.

There was no good reason to use her power so boldly within the Holy Empire.

The Count Basillian must have firmly instructed her, and she didn’t seem to use her power recklessly.

Why she was using her power so openly, and in front of all the Holy Knights, was beyond comprehension.

While the surprised Holy Knights stared at the small baby with wide eyes, Hylone hurriedly parted the flowers and pulled the child into his arms.

The child snuggled into Hylone’s arms as if waiting for it.

And the moment their eyes met, she burst into tears.

“…….”

Hylone froze.

He panicked and didn’t know what to do, but he couldn’t wipe away her tears.

The child pounded his chest with her small fists and cried wildly.

“Idiot! Mongchoi……!” [A playful or affectionate insult.]

Hylone, who was suddenly cursed, quietly looked down at the child.

He carefully muttered as he stared at the child’s face, which was tearful with sorrow, frustration, and sadness.

“…I don’t know why you’re doing this, but…”

A large hand gently cupped the child’s small cheek.

He apologized for an unknown reason to the child who was hiccuping with a red face.

“It was my fault.”

Then the child started crying even louder.