The Baby Fairy Is A Villain [EN]: Chapter 142

It was an unexpected remark.

“Why the Nemea Marquis?”

Theo was okay because he was an innocent teddy bear, but the Nemea Marquis was someone I didn’t particularly want to deal with.

The fact that he sent Theo to the Basilian County as a guard knight was obvious.

‘He’s insidious.’

The Nemea Marquis harbored animosity towards Basilian.

There would be no good reason to meet, so I didn’t know why he was inviting me to the Nemea Marquisate.

When Cheshire didn’t answer and just stared, Theo’s body gradually shrank.

Soon, he would disappear altogether.

Sigh.

Cheshire sighed inwardly.

‘But he wouldn’t be trying to take him away with bad intentions, would he?’

“Okay.”

Theo’s face immediately brightened.

He was truly a teddy bear with a transparent heart.

With a strangely determined face, Theo said.

“Thank you! I will definitely give you a lavish reception…”

“Cheshire!”

A loud shout abruptly cut off Theo’s words.

Aran was running from afar.

She waved her hand wildly, calling out to Cheshire.

In her other hand, she held a large bouquet of flowers, and as she ran, petals were falling to the ground.

The tomboy princess, running at full speed, arrived in front of Cheshire in an instant.

Thanks to her, Theo couldn’t say anything.

While Aran’s servant was frantically chasing after her, Cheshire jumped down from the railing.

And she held out the cookie she was holding.

“Want to eat?”

“Thank you.”

Aran swallowed the cookie in one gulp.

The princess, who ate it without leaving a single crumb, looked at Cheshire with loving eyes.

“You are so kind and sweet.”

What did I do…

I just gave her a cookie I was eating.

Aran smiled shyly and handed Cheshire the bouquet.

“This is a gift.”

As she accepted the bouquet with sparse flowers, Cheshire felt a sense of unease.

It was because she kept seeing her sister’s follower, her brother, overlapping in her mind.

‘No, how can I compare Aran to Itar, no matter what!’

It was too much to think of Aran that way.

Cheshire briefly reflected inwardly and offered her thanks.

Aran boasted about her abilities.

“I did everything you told me to do! It went smoothly without any problems. You will be able to achieve what you want.”

Aran burst into laughter, saying that she could easily do this much.

“Remiduyo?”

“Prince Remil? Of course, I took care of him too. But…”

Aran stopped talking and made a short hmm sound.

She looked at the sky for a moment, then at Cheshire, and finally turned to look at the servant behind her.

“Samid.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

The servant, who had been glancing at Cheshire with curious eyes, quickly straightened his posture.

“Was it a little strange?”

It was a question without beginning or end.

But Samid answered immediately.

“It was strange.”

“I thought so…”

Aran scratched her cheek with her small finger.

She hesitated for a moment, then pointed to her eyes.

“Cheshire, do you know what the Golden Eyes of Skaya mean?”

Skaya was a kingdom founded by pirates who roamed the seas.

In Skaya, children born with golden eyes were highly valued.

It was because of the saying that they had ‘eyes that can see the truth’.

It was said that those with golden eyes had a very good intuition and sometimes made judgments like foresight.

It was even said that a child with golden eyes must be taken on important sea routes.

“I have a pretty good intuition. I’ve never been wrong when I felt something…”

Aran’s eyes narrowed slowly.

She paused for a moment as if choosing her words, then opened her lips.

“Prince Remil seems to have become a little strange. You could say his personality has changed.”

Cheshire, who was listening while holding the cookie bag, tilted her head to the side.

‘He was fine when I met him just a while ago?’

Could it be that the problem was that she peeked into Hylon’s memories?

Cheshire is a fairy who has experienced all sorts of things, but Remil is still young.

Surely, he must have felt mentally distressed after seeing such terrible memories.

“Anyway, the story ended well… Be careful, Cheshire.”

Aran gave an ambiguous warning, smiled, and changed the subject.

“But what happened to Cardinal Milliard? Was he really dragged into the Inquisitorial Chamber?”

Aran burst into laughter, saying that he was locked in the room next to her brother.

Following her, who was enjoying herself, Cheshire laughed, pretending not to know.

‘Kieren seems to be chewing, tearing, and savoring him…’

Cheshire’s proposals to Kieren and Hylon were only two things.

Don’t kill Norman, her fake father.

Lie that Milliard brought a demon and punish him.

There were other things to decorate, but if she explained it in too much detail, it wouldn’t be like a baby, so she only said the easiest and simplest things.

With just that, Kieren smashed Milliard more wonderfully than expected.

Now that the shield of the cardinal has disappeared.

There was no way Kieren would leave Milliard alone.

He would probably torment him so much that it would be better to die quickly.

Cheshire trembled for a moment.

‘I’m glad he’s my dad.’

If he were someone else’s dad, life would have been difficult when entangled.

Cheshire shook her head inwardly and then looked at the place where the Great Temple was located.

She stared at the towering white building and pursed her lips.

Not much time left.

‘He’ll like it, right?’

She kept thinking about Kieren’s eyes as he looked at the Fairy Queen’s crown.

His eyes looked like he was about to cry.

She wanted to see him smile happily.

Even if it was the wrong path.

‘So what.’

Anyway, Cheshire was also an abnormal fairy.

And after obtaining the crown…

‘I’ll have to decide whether to choose the life of Cheshire Basilian or the life of Richessia.’

Cheshire, thinking about the moment of choice that was coming, smiled brightly on purpose.

Otherwise, her heart would feel a little heavy.

***

Ninety-nine saints of Hildegard gathered in one place.

It was a meeting place to decide on important matters of the Holy Empire.

The meeting hall had a structure in which tiered seats, like a circular theater, surrounded the center in a circle.

Light fell in a circle in the center, and it was designed so that when speaking there, the voice would echo throughout the room.

Ninety-eight people were seated in the circular meeting hall.

In the center, the last person, Hylon, was standing.

The appearance of wearing the Inquisitor’s uniform and revealing his face was somewhat heterogeneous [out of place].

This was because it was the first time that an Inquisitor had publicly revealed his face.

There were already several people who suspected that Hylon might be an Inquisitor.

However, the vague speculation in their heads and the reality they faced in front of them were clearly different in weight.

Those who had directly witnessed Hylon using the Chains of Atonement could not hide their fearful expressions and kept glancing at his wrist.

Even while receiving dozens of gazes, Hylon stood silently.

Cianor, who was seated on the lowest floor of the circular meeting hall and in the seat of honor, across from Hylon, stared at him with cold eyes.

A bird trying to escape from its cage.

He wanted to throw Hylon into the training room right now if he could.

But the moment to realize his long-cherished dream was near.

If he could just be a little more patient…

Cianor could restore everything to its original state and have more than that.

He opened his mouth as the Holy King.

“We have gathered here to determine the winner of the Minor Saint Prayer Meeting.”

The circular meeting hall became silent.

A strangely eerie silence pressed down on the meeting hall.

“Before that, we would like to discuss the demon incident of Cardinal Milliard and the violation of the precepts [religious rules] by Inquisitor Hylon.”

Cianor raised one hand.

“Sir Hylon, speak.”

Was it because of the light pouring from above?

Hylon’s lips seemed to curl up slightly.

“I have not violated the precepts.”

The meeting hall stirred at the brazen statement.

There was even a holy priest who let out a loud rebuke.

But Hylon slowly spat out the words without paying attention.

“Fairy.”

Before Cianor could even react to the short word, the following words echoed throughout the circular meeting hall.

“Where are you experimenting?”