The Baby Fairy Is A Villain [EN]: Chapter 179

The largest and most opulent of the guest rooms in Duke Evroyel’s mansion was occupied by Cheshire, the unexpected guest.

With Cheshire attending the banquet, the room was silent, save for the soft moonlight that filtered through the windows, illuminating the bed.

Resting against a pillow on the fluffy bedding was a rabbit doll with button eyes, perfectly still as dolls usually are.

Since dolls don’t move, it was only natural, but…

“…….”

At some point, the tip of its drooping ear twitched.

A vitality that shouldn’t exist flickered in its button eyes.

Light swirled, and tiny flowers bloomed around the rabbit doll.

As if waking from a long slumber, the rabbit doll stretched its arms and legs.

It hopped up and down, testing its mobility.

Satisfied that its body moved without issue, the rabbit doll gazed into the distance, towards Cheshire, who had left it behind.

It had been asleep for too long.

The rabbit doll was the crown of the queen who ruled the fairies, intrinsically linked to their well-being.

When Kieren Basilian and Hylon captured the fairies and bound them as holy objects [objects of religious significance or power], the rabbit doll lost most of its power.

It could barely communicate with the queen and could only maintain its doll form, much like when it was sealed as a holy object in the past.

Then, it sensed the presence of the new queen in the Holy Empire.

The crown rejoiced, but could only sing.

It was happy when the queen heard the song and came to find it.

The doll looked down at its cotton feet and muttered, “All I could do was wait.”

Even when the previous queen was tragically killed in the laboratory, it remained sealed and asleep.

“But now it’s different.”

It could offer advice to the new queen, who, having grown up among humans, had adopted a human way of thinking.

Initially, it worried about a disconnect, but she was steadily embracing her role as queen.

She had even accepted the growth of her body, which she had resisted.

Cheshire Basilian, or Licheshia, had matured.

All because she ‘wanted’ it.

Fairies are beings of spirit, and their bodies reflect their spirit.

When she first became Cheshire Basilian, she instinctively clung to her bloodline and remained a baby, unconsciously desiring to stay in Basilian.

After experiencing events and seeing fragments of the past with the fairy tree’s help, she allowed her body to grow.

She should have become an adult then, but fear held her back, trapping her in a child’s form.

The desire to be loved as a child restrained the queen.

The crown’s doll form, a child’s toy, and her illusion filled with broken toys reflected her incomplete mental state.

Finally, the queen’s body grew, not perfectly adult, but signifying her spiritual maturity and closeness to becoming a true queen.

This allowed the doll to regain some power.

It would regain all its power if the fairies were freed, but this was enough for now.

“The time has come.”

The previous queen had made a choice: sacrificing herself to end human greed instead of allowing the fairies to be massacred.

It was a fairy’s perspective, underestimating human greed.

The naive choice led to a miserable failure, its consequences lasting hundreds of years.

Tormenting those connected to her through tangled time.

What choice would the new queen make?

The doll couldn’t know.

Even a happy outcome would involve unhappiness.

Kieren Basilian wanted to revive the dead queen, but two queens couldn’t coexist.

To gain one, you had to pay with the other.

But whatever the new queen chose…

“I will be by your side this time.”

I will not leave you alone and lonely.

“I’m sorry.”

I will ensure the last greeting isn’t an apology.

The rabbit doll resolutely lifted its cotton feet.

Sparkling light and petals fluttered.

The doll disappeared, seeking its master.

***

Standing in a corner of the banquet hall, where the commotion had subsided, Belzeon sipped fruit juice.

His cold demeanor ensured no one suspected it wasn’t wine.

With an expression as if he were drinking wine, Belzeon thought of Kieren, who had dashed across the hall earlier.

‘I think I let them meet too soon.’

Compared to what he had put me through, wasn’t this meeting too peaceful?

Belzeon narrowed his brows and looked around the banquet hall.

After Kieren ran out, Duke Evroyel and Marquis Nemea also disappeared.

The banquet hall, missing the main figures of the Palen Empire, was in disarray.

On the surface, the banquet continued peacefully, but everyone whispered secrets.

Thanks to Kieren’s crazy antics, attention had shifted from the Basilian brothers.

With Serea’s help, they attended the banquet as foreign nobles.

It was better not to attract attention, but because all three of them had such striking appearances, he was thinking that he would have to proceed with the work a little more difficult.

But thanks to Kieren’s bizarre behavior, everyone’s attention was completely focused on that side.

‘Sometimes the Count is useful…’

As Belzeon thought of Karha, Ishuel, and Hylon, who were probably moving diligently, he gave a habitual smile to the person who approached him.

“Will you be staying in Palen a little longer after the birthday celebration is over?”

“Well.”

While responding appropriately to the flirtation that came in like breathing, he was looking at the Emperor’s side.

“Then in a few days at the coffee house…”

“…….”

“Are you alright?”

“…Ah, I’m sorry.”

Belzeon clenched the glass he was about to drop.

He gripped the glass so tightly that his fingertips turned white, and he couldn’t take his eyes off the entrance of the banquet hall.

The young lady who had been talking to Belzeon fanned herself with a slightly offended look and parted her lips.

“Oh my.”

She wasn’t the only one who let out a heartfelt exclamation.

The other nobles in the banquet hall also burst into small exclamations one after another.

It was an exclamation that came out involuntarily without going through consciousness.

The ripple that started small gradually spread out, and naturally everyone focused their attention in one direction.

There were the Count of Basilian and the Duke of Evroyel, who had disappeared like crazy people earlier.

The two men were politely escorting a woman.

The woman in the middle of them, with a dreamlike beautiful appearance.

Belzeon frowned as he confirmed her flowing golden hair and sparkling pink eyes in a voluminous dress.

Cheshire had attended the banquet.

In a much grown-up form.