The Baby Fairy Is A Villain [EN]: Chapter 193

Chesha held her breath, barely audible even to herself.

Perhaps Chesha wasn’t the only one who felt it.

Hylon’s hand, which had been holding hers tightly, gripped even harder, a silent reassurance.

Leaning on his hand for support, Chesha trembled slightly.

The memory flashed: the moment she decided to enter the orphanage.

She’d used the name Chesha without a second thought.

It wasn’t a name chosen with any particular meaning; it wasn’t a family name or anything like that.

She’d simply used it because it had come to mind at that moment, a spur-of-the-moment decision.

But as soon as Rose spoke the name, a realization dawned.

The reason she had unconsciously chosen ‘Chesha’ out of so many possibilities.

Rose was the one who made Chesha, Chesha; Rose had given her that identity.

After wrapping the small baby in several layers of petals, Rose carefully placed her finger on the outermost petal.

A name was engraved on the petal following her touch, shimmering into existence.

[Lichessia]

It was Chesha’s real name, her given name.

Rose had named her child Lichessia and called her Chesha as a nickname, a term of endearment.

She stared blankly at the elegant cursive script.

‘I thought she gave me nothing but birth, a fleeting moment of existence.’

She gave Chesha a name and left her a lullaby, a song of farewell.

It was the only gift a crazed, wandering fairy could give her daughter, a bittersweet inheritance.

Even after finishing everything, Rose caressed Chesha for a long time, her touch lingering.

Even knowing that she had to let her go now, she couldn’t bear to take her hands off and continued to stroke Chesha, imprinting the memory.

Rose squeezed her eyes shut, fighting back tears.

Letting out a painful groan, she hugged Chesha tightly one last time, a desperate embrace.

She gently pressed her lips to her small forehead and whispered.

“I’m sorry…….”

She must have known as well, understood the implications.

Because Rose traveled through time, Chesha became entangled in the twisted timeline, a consequence of her mother’s actions.

Rose, who had traveled from the past hundreds of years ago to the present, fell in love with Kiern and gave birth to the three brothers, a forbidden romance.

And to prevent the world from collapsing due to her existence, she crossed time again while pregnant with Chesha, a desperate attempt to fix her mistakes.

But Rose’s mind was already tainted, fractured by the strain of time travel.

Unable to exert her full power, she went back only a few years instead of returning to her original timeline, a miscalculation with devastating consequences.

Thus, Chesha became the youngest and the first child of the Vasillian family, an anomaly in their lineage.

The storm that would rage in Chesha’s life was destined from birth, an unavoidable fate.

From birth, she was burdened with the heavy task of unraveling the tightly twisted time, a responsibility she never asked for.

It would have been impossible to ignore all responsibilities and try to live an ordinary life, a normal existence forever out of reach.

Because she inherited the blood of the Fairy Queen, the magic that flowed through her veins demanded action.

Tears welled up in Rose’s eyes, a torrent of grief.

Even though she could clearly see the future of her child, who would live a life full of ups and downs because of her, she could only shed tears helplessly at the powerlessness of not being able to do anything, trapped by destiny.

Rose took a deep breath and gave Chesha her last blessing, a final act of love.

“May only dazzling happiness be with you…….”

Black flowers bloomed around Chesha, an ominous sign.

Chesha knew what was about to happen; she understood the ritual.

Once she was completely covered in those flowers, Chesha would fall in front of the orphanage, abandoned but safe.

Rose’s wish was for Chesha to go to the safest and happiest place to grow up, a haven from the chaos.

As she desperately wished, Chesha spent a happy childhood in the orphanage until she manifested her fairy powers, a delayed awakening.

It was the moment when the last question was resolved, the final piece of the puzzle falling into place.

But there was no sense of relief that made her feel refreshed, no catharsis.

Chesha simply stared blankly at Rose and her younger self, a detached observer.

Just before her small body was covered in black flowers and disappeared, vanishing from sight.

The baby opened her eyes for the first time, a flicker of awareness.

They were the crimson eyes of the Vasillian family, a mark of their bloodline.

The moment she met the ruby-red eyes, Rose finally burst into tears, a dam of sorrow breaking.

She hugged Chesha tightly, but nothing remained; the baby was already gone.

Just like Kiern, she only held flower petals in her arms, a cruel reminder of her loss.

Rose sobbed painfully, her body wracked with grief.

The thorny bushes, reacting to her emotions, wriggled and grew, animated by her despair.

The thorny bushes, completely covering the surroundings, pierced and scratched her tender skin all over, a physical manifestation of her inner turmoil.

But Rose cried without even knowing the pain, oblivious to her own suffering.

She was tormented by the unbearable sadness of sending away a baby with the same eyes as Kiern, a constant reminder of her lost love.

Her mind, which had barely been holding on, finally collapsed completely, succumbing to the weight of her grief.

Rose smiled blankly, sensing her death, accepting her fate.

Her parched and cracked lips whispered a longing name, a final invocation.

“Kiern…….”

Until then, Kiern had been frozen, paralyzed by the scene unfolding before him.

He couldn’t make a small gesture or say a word and just stood blankly next to Rose, a helpless spectator.

Then, at Rose’s call, he gasped as if waking up from a dream, jolted back to reality.

He reached out to Rose, desperate to touch her.

As if it were natural, his hand passed right through Rose, but the scene in front of him did not change, the illusion remained unbroken.

This was Rose’s last moment, her final act.

Since there was no next to show, the scene would not change; time was fixed.

He had no choice but to watch her death, a powerless observer.

With a blank look, Kiern stared at Rose calling his name, his heart shattering.

His eyes had long lost focus, and his breathing was unstable, ragged and shallow.

“Kiern, haa, Kiern, sob, heuu…….”

Rose cried and called for Kiern, her voice filled with anguish.

She called the name she couldn’t reach even though he was right in front of her several times, a desperate plea.

“My children…. Belzeon, haa, Karha, Ishuel…. I wanted to be with them until they grew up, heuk, even the baby, I couldn’t even hold her properly, that newborn baby, I…….”

She wiped away tears with her blood-stained hand, a futile gesture.

“Kiern, I’m so scared…. I don’t want to die…….”

Kiern trembled and tried to hug Rose, desperate to comfort her.

But it still passed through her in vain, a ghostly embrace.

Tears slowly welled up in his red eyes, a torrent of grief.

Kiern replied with trembling lips as if he had a chill, his voice barely a whisper.

“It’s, okay, Rose…. It’s okay…….”

Tears gathered in his eyes and flowed down his pale cheeks in drops, a silent cascade.

They gathered on his chin and fell to the floor with a thud, thud, marking the passage of his sorrow.

Kiern didn’t even know he was crying, lost in his grief.

He knelt down and gasped for breath, struggling to stay present.

“I, Rose, I, somehow…….”

Kiern tried to draw up his magic power, desperate to intervene.

But no intervention is possible in the past; the rules of time were absolute.

The darkness of the forest did not react to Kiern and remained silent, indifferent to his pain.

Rose looked at the empty air and cried, her voice filled with despair.

“It hurts…. I don’t want to die alone in a place like this…….”

“No, Rose. I’m here. Huh? Rose, Rose.”

“Kiern, I’m sorry…. I miss you…….”

Her body heaved greatly, convulsing with pain.

The blood she spat out this time contained flesh, a sign of her failing body.

With no strength to move, Rose fell straight onto the thorny bushes, impaled by the sharp barbs.

Pierced all over by thorns, she murmured, her voice fading.

“Just one last time, I want to see you just one last time…….”

“Rose, I’m here.”

“Ah, I’m an idiot…. I shouldn’t have said I’m sorry. Just, haa, I love you…….”

“Please, Rose! It’s my fault! Don’t die, don’t die in front of me!”

“I should have told you I love you one more time…….”

Kiern screamed like crazy, his voice raw with anguish.

But his cries did not reach Rose; she was beyond his reach.

Rose died alone and sadly in the forest submerged in cold darkness, a tragic end.

In front of Rose, who did not know that her beloved was in front of her, Kiern screamed and wailed like crazy, calling her name, a lament for his lost love.

Rose’s life slowly faded away, her light extinguished.

In the last moment, Rose smiled faintly and whispered the most precious name of her life, a final declaration.

“Kiern.”

I love you…….

The last whisper scattered, carried away by the wind.

Tears fell from her pink eyes, and soon the light went out completely, leaving only emptiness.

The one who died without even closing her eyes soon turned into a flower, a final transformation.

She disappeared without even leaving a proper trace that she had been there, erased from existence.

It was the lonely death of Rose, the Fairy Queen and the Countess of Vasillian, a tragic end to a powerful being.