The Baby Fairy Is A Villain [EN]: Chapter 139

Amidst a series of significant events,

The Prayer of the Little Saints was nearing its final day.

Though the end was in sight, the victor remained uncertain.

The powerful Count Vasillian’s family, once a strong contender, had declared their absence.

Vasillian had not left the Holy Empire but no longer attended the prayer meetings.

Prince Remil of Hebaton, another promising candidate, remained, but for some reason,

Prince Remil had not shown any remarkable achievements.

Despite Cardinal Milliard’s incessant boasting about his immense divine power, he had not displayed it once throughout the Prayer of the Little Saints.

Without his divine power, he was just an ordinary young boy.

The cardinal and holy priests fervently supported Remil, but it was not enough to win over the holy knights.

Rather, the holy knights seemed more interested in the princess of the Sky Kingdom, known for her outgoing personality.

With votes scattered among several candidates, everyone secretly whispered that an unexpected figure might seize the crown.

The final prayer was held in the Great Temple, just like the first day.

However, the Holy King did not appear.

He was said to appear only to commend the winner and personally bestow the crown.

Cardinal Milliard presided over today’s prayer.

For the final prayer, all participants were to prepare their own prayers to offer to God.

However, no one was preparing a prayer with a devout heart for God.

Everyone was eager to share even the smallest bit of information they knew, wondering how the chaotic Prayer of the Little Saints would conclude,

whether Count Vasillian’s family would really step down so easily, and what would become of Chesha Vasillian.

The noisy participants did not quiet down even after the cardinal and holy priests appeared.

“Ahem.”

Cardinal Milliard cleared his throat, displeased with the disorderly participants.

However, the clearing of his throat was of no use.

He frowned, looking around at the crowd that he could not control.

The rumor that Cardinal Milliard had rushed to Kiern after Count Vasillian’s family declared their absence had already spread throughout the Holy Empire.

People in Hildred were overflowing with mocking remarks, asking if he was putting him in jail for being a heretic, but now he regrets it because he needs his ability to purify demons, and what they would do without the fairy’s flower rain.

Cardinal Milliard was well aware of the situation.

As the authority of the Holy Empire continued to decline, a clever plan was needed to reverse the atmosphere.

Licking his parched lips, Milliard began to speak.

“…There is something I would like to show to those gathered here today.”

Speaking in a rare, polite tone, he extended his hand to one side.

Then, two holy priests, each holding a large velvet pedestal, carefully approached him.

In a glass case on the pedestal was a flower crown.

It was the Fairy Queen’s crown.

The crown had white chains tangled around it.

The chains, tightly intertwined between the flowers, seemed impossible to untangle.

Despite being bound by chains, the crown did not lose its noble beauty.

Its subtle glow created a mystical atmosphere that seemed otherworldly.

As the participants immediately focused and stared blankly at the crown, Cardinal Milliard smiled with satisfaction.

He was pleased with how easily they forgot about Vasillian with just a bit of entertainment, like the fools they were.

The goal was to divert the participants’ attention as much as possible.

“As you can see from looking at the crown directly, this is all from God…”

He was about to begin the prayer meeting with a simple sermon praising God when—

Bang!

The firmly closed doors of the Great Temple swung open with a rough sound.

The doors of the Great Temple, adorned with massive marble slabs, were surprisingly heavy.

It would take a strong man exerting all his strength to barely push one side of the door open a little.

Yet, the doors were thrown open effortlessly as if they were made of old woven straw.

The one who appeared beyond the door was an uninvited guest.

Everyone was stunned and speechless.

One of those staring blankly muttered quietly,

“Vasillian……?”

It was a name everyone knew now.

Count Vasillian, of Kiern, was holding Chesha Vasillian in his arms.

The tiny fairy was adorned with a light pink ribbon and white flowers in her hair.

The small, white flowers naturally evoked the flower rain that the baby fairy had created that night.

The viscount and twin brothers stood alongside the count.

Although it was customary to be unarmed when entering the Great Temple, the three brothers boldly wore real swords at their waists.

Everyone was bewildered by Count Vasillian’s intention to suddenly appear with his entire family.

At the same time, they gleamed with anticipation, wondering what other interesting gossip would unfold.

“…….”

Unlike his dramatic entrance, as if to start a rebellion,

Kiern said nothing.

His gaze had been fixed on one spot since he first entered the Great Temple.

It was the Fairy Queen’s crown.

His sunken red eyes stared intently at the crown.

Though his eyes seemed calm at first glance,

Beneath the smooth surface, dark emotions swirled.

Kiern slowly inhaled and exhaled.

The man who was most out of place in the sacred Great Temple tried his best to hide his darkness.

“…Count Vasillian.”

Cardinal Milliard shouted, his eyes bloodshot.

“What are you doing now? During a sacred prayer meeting……!”

He ordered the holy knights guarding the Great Temple.

“Drag the count out immediately!”

It was a thunderous roar.

But no one moved.

“…….”

In the ominous silence, Cardinal Milliard’s eyelids twitched briefly.

Kiern slowly walked forward.

He still said nothing.

He simply walked right up to the cardinal.

Kiern asked,

“Why did you do that?”

It was a voice suppressing sorrow.

Cardinal Milliard was startled by the cunning count’s despicable behavior.

He would expect him to sneer and ridicule him.

It was the first time he had heard a voice filled with gloomy emotions.

But it was impossible for that man to truly feel sorrow.

The moment he saw him skillfully imitating emotions, he knew instinctively.

That he had fallen into Count Vasillian’s trap.

“Did you want to drive the Vasillian family out of the Prayer of the Little Saints that much?”

Kiern asked, holding the child in his arms preciously.

“Enough to borrow the power of black magic?”

Cardinal Milliard was about to open his mouth, his face contorted in anger.

Regular marching sounds were heard.

The sound of dozens of people walking in unison was surprisingly uniform.

Following Count Vasillian’s family, those who appeared were holy knights in pure white uniforms.

No, it wasn’t just the holy knights who appeared…….

At the very front of the knights.

There stood those wearing the uniforms of inquisitors [officials of the Holy Empire responsible for investigating and suppressing heresy].

The inquisitors of Hildred, who always concealed their identities, were known to only a few high-ranking officials within the Holy Empire.

There were three inquisitors wearing black masks that covered their entire faces.

Three precious inquisitors had gathered in one place.

From the moment he identified the inquisitors, Cardinal Milliard literally began to tremble.

“Why, why, why…….”

“Cardinal Milliard.”

Clatter!

A white chain shot out and bound Cardinal Milliard’s limbs.

It was the chain that extended from the inquisitor at the front.

He slowly removed his black mask.

The participants in the Great Temple all gasped at the face revealed beneath the mask.

Hylon announced in a calm voice,

“Having confirmed the crime of worshiping heresy, we hereby strip you of your position as cardinal and place you under arrest, effective today.”