The Baby Fairy Is A Villain [EN]: Chapter 190

Rose lay in bed, her face pale.

The vibrant energy that once animated her, as fresh as spring sprouts, had vanished.

She resembled a withered flower, fragile enough to crumble at the slightest touch.

The aura of death clinging to her breath filled onlookers with a sense of helplessness.

It was the powerlessness of knowing that nothing could revive the dying.

Kieren slowly approached the bedside.

He quietly watched Rose as she slept.

“…….”

How long did he gaze at her?

Her listless eyelids twitched.

Long eyelashes fluttered, revealing her pink eyes.

Her hazy eyes gradually focused.

She groaned softly and frowned.

At Rose’s groan, Kieren instinctively reached out to support her but stopped abruptly.

He knew that if he touched her, the Rose before him might disappear.

The hand he extended convulsed briefly before slowly clenching into a fist.

Then, it dropped limply to his side.

Meanwhile, Rose, having roused herself, sat leaning against the headboard.

Even that small movement seemed to exhaust her, as she gasped for breath.

“Ugh, haa…….”

Rose, suffering painfully, hurriedly covered her mouth with her hand.

A dry cough erupted.

When she removed her hand from her mouth,

her palm was covered in blood.

Rose stared blankly at her hand and then squeezed her eyes shut.

Wiping the blood from her mouth with the back of her hand, she reached for the flower vase on the bedside table.

The vase held bright yellow marigolds.

As if freshly picked from the garden, the petals looked moist.

However, the moment her trembling fingertips touched them,

the marigolds withered instantly.

The flower heads drooped, and dry petals fluttered onto the table.

Tears streamed down Rose’s eyes as she confirmed the completely withered marigolds.

A trembling voice escaped with her sobs.

“What do I do…. What am I really going to do…….”

She trembled with pain and fear.

But as soon as she sensed someone in the hallway, she quickly wiped away her tears.

She roughly wiped the blood from her hands with a towel and waited for whoever was coming in.

And as soon as the door opened, she smiled brightly and called out his name.

“Welcome, Kieren.”

Kieren, who had been watching Rose expressionlessly, slowly turned around.

There stood Kieren from the past.

His face wasn’t much different from now, but his expression was completely different.

It was Kieren, who once wore an arrogant and weary look, indifferent to everything, and sometimes wore a subtle sneer.

However, the past Kieren’s face showed none of those expressions.

“…Rose.”

The past Kieren, with a pained expression as he looked at the blood-stained towel, was completely captivated by Rose.

The touch with which he carefully wiped away the remaining blood was so meticulous it seemed almost worshipful.

Rose touched Kieren’s cheek and laughed playfully.

“I’m okay. Not much blood came out. Don’t you think it’s a little less than yesterday?”

At her bright question, the past Kieren narrowed his eyes.

He kissed each of Rose’s fingers and said with dissatisfaction.

“Don’t lie about being sick. We promised not to do that.”

Then, after checking to see if Rose had a fever, he sighed and continued.

“I found some good medicinal herbs in the north. Let’s try them.”

“Ugh, no. It’s not something weird again, is it?”

“No. This time it’s a fruit, so it’ll taste good. I heard it’s quite sweet.”

His gentle voice was full of tender affection.

It was while he was watching their conversation.

“…Ha.”

Kieren, who had been watching his past self, let out a short, hollow laugh.

“You stupid bastard.”

He cursed and reached out his hand.

As if to strangle his past self.

Of course, his hand passed right through, and the world began to change once again.

Watching the past crumble, Kieren muttered with crimson eyes.

“This isn’t the time for that…….”

Yet another new scene unfolded.

This time, Rose was alone in the bedroom.

She had opened the window wide and was looking outside.

The blowing wind was cold.

She was only wearing a thin robe, so she must have been cold, but she didn’t seem to feel the cold as she stared blankly at something.

To be precise, it seemed she had no time to care about the cold.

Chesha turned her gaze to where Rose was looking.

The sky was distorting.

Like a damaged and polluted Otherworld [a parallel dimension or realm in this context]…….

The ominously colored sky was a sight only visible to fairies.

Unlike the dazed Rose, those playing in the garden below were endlessly peaceful.

However, because it was a space created by Chesha’s power, Hylone and Kieren, who had traveled back to the past, could also see the sight.

The two men’s faces hardened.

Chesha’s face was no different.

The previous Fairy Queen, Rose, was an existence from hundreds of years ago.

While going berserk in the laboratory, Rose unknowingly transcended time.

She lost her memory due to the aftereffects of the experiment and fell into the future, where she met Kieren.

However, she was an existence that should not have been in this timeline.

Even the smallest existence would cause problems if it broke the rules of the world.

Rose was the queen of the fairies.

Since an existence with great power had broken the rules, it was only natural that things would break down.

Rose, and the world that sustained her…….

Perhaps as she began to feel sick, Rose seemed to gradually regain her memories.

And now that all her memories had returned,

Rose realized the cause of her illness.

“It’s all because of me.”

It was because she was an existence that did not belong in this timeline.

However, the price Rose had to pay was not just a simple illness.

Rose knew.

Right now, it was just physical pain, but if her mind gradually broke down…….

The same thing that happened when she went berserk in the laboratory would happen again.

Including the Serpent’s Castle, the entire eastern region would be turned into a wasteland where no life could sprout.

“…I have to go back. If I don’t go back, then…….”

Rose muttered to herself and slowly looked down.

Belzeon and the twins were practicing swordsmanship together.

Rose, watching the children wielding wooden practice swords with their small bodies, looked up at the sky again.

Looking at the distorted sky, she clenched her hands tightly on the windowsill.

“But what about you.”

Rose whispered to herself and gently stroked her stomach.

“You, who are innocent…. You, who will suffer because of your mother…….”

At her words, Chesha felt choked up.

She bit her lip to swallow the rising emotions and explained Rose’s situation to Kieren.

He deserved to know all of this.

Kieren, listening to Chesha’s story with an inscrutable face, took a step forward.

He gently hugged Rose from behind as she looked down at the three brothers.

Knowing that he couldn’t hold onto anything, he whispered affectionately in a futile embrace.

“So where did you go, Rose?”

Kieren smiled in the crumbling world.

With a voice full of laughter, he sought an answer from someone who couldn’t hear.

“You have to tell me where I need to find you.”

Again, a new past appeared.

It was the day Rose died.