The Baby Fairy Is A Villain [EN]: Chapter 198

A sweet fragrance drifted from the pink bouquet.

Chesha gazed at the offered flowers with unfamiliar eyes.

He was usually the one giving flowers.

It wasn’t a difficult task for him.

Creating flowers with fairy magic was as easy as breathing.

However, he didn’t just give any flower; he always carefully chose blooms that suited the recipient.

Since he gave them so readily, he assumed others didn’t attach much meaning to it…

‘So, this is how it feels.’

It felt soft and fluffy, like a pink cloud.

Chesha carefully cradled the bouquet.

The flowers, overflowing in his arms, were large and surprisingly heavy.

He quietly inhaled their fragrance before speaking.

“…You know I’m the real Basilian, right?”

He knew Serea had told his three brothers, but he asked anyway.

He needed to hear it from Belzeon himself.

Belzeon answered without hesitation.

“My brother has never been fake.”

The distorted timeline had fractured the Basilian family.

But, as if guided by destiny, Chesha had found his way to them.

Despite the twists and turns, the Basilian men had ultimately accepted Chesha as family.

Chesha perfectly understood why he couldn’t return to adulthood.

‘Because I wanted to become family with the Basilians.’

He loved being loved as a daughter and a brother, and giving love in return.

A breeze blew, ruffling his hair.

Belzeon gently tucked the stray strands behind Chesha’s ear.

“Do whatever you want to do.”

“……”

“If you want to be the youngest, be the youngest. If you want to be the eldest, then be that.”

Belzeon continued calmly, saying he could remain Chesha’s older brother by drinking the beast potion.

“It doesn’t mean you have to give up your life as Richessia. We just… if we can be with you, nothing else matters.”

“Me too.”

Chesha answered earnestly, still holding the bouquet.

“Nothing else matters as long as we can be together.”

The moment their feelings were fully confirmed, Belzeon couldn’t help but embrace Chesha tightly.

The hand that held him trembled slightly.

He whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

“Thank you for coming back.”

Just as Chesha was about to reply, he sensed rapidly approaching footsteps.

“Chesha…!”

It was Ishuel and Karha.

The twins, who had been hiding nearby and watching, quickly appeared and hugged Chesha, Belzeon and all.

Belzeon, suddenly trapped in the twins’ arms, frowned momentarily but remained still.

“We missed you! We were so worried, and we wanted to find you right away, but…”

While Ishuel chattered, pouring out all the words he had been holding back, Karha just pouted, seemingly dissatisfied.

Then, he blurted out a blunt remark.

“Don’t go back to the Duke’s mansion. Stay here.”

Three pairs of red Basilian eyes stared at Chesha in unison.

Karha spoke again, as if to confirm with Chesha, who was surrounded by the three brothers.

“This is our home.”

Karha was right.

It was ‘our’ home.

Chesha smiled brightly, still holding the bouquet, and replied.

“Yes!”

It was the moment he had finally returned to where he belonged.

***

The circular conference hall was originally designed for 99 people.

However, unlike before, when it was packed without a single empty seat, there were now sparsely scattered chairs that had lost their occupants.

It was an unprecedented sight in the history of the Holy Empire.

But the minimum requirements for holding a Holy Trial were met.

All thirteen Inquisitors and thirteen Cardinals were present.

Of course, they were slightly different from those who had attended the previous Holy Trial.

That was because all but a few of the Cardinals had been replaced.

Saint King Cyanor, escorted into the courtroom, blankly looked around, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He had always been the one to conduct trials.

He never imagined he would be standing here as the accused.

“……”

He was even gaping, but he flinched and turned as the courtroom door opened.

A pair of bright blue eyes stared directly at Cyanor.

Cyanor swallowed, forcing a hollow laugh.

The young, small bird he had raised with his own hands had grown into a ferocious raptor and was now attacking its master.

It had been a mistake to spare Hylon because he didn’t want to waste that divine power.

But regretting it now wouldn’t change the past.

Hylon took his seat on the Saint King’s throne, where Cyanor had once sat.

In a complete reversal of the past, Hylon announced the start of the trial in a chilling voice.

“I will now begin the Holy Trial of Cyanor Hildred.”

The trial proceeded swiftly.

A holy priest came forward with a rolled-up piece of parchment and unfurled it.

While the charges were read out in a voice that echoed throughout the courtroom, Cyanor wasn’t even given a chance to defend himself.

Not even until the final verdict was delivered.

“Therefore, we strip him of his position as Saint King, as well as the Hildred name.”

Cyanor tried to shout.

He tried to plead his innocence, but…

“……”

He couldn’t say anything.

It was because of the pure white chain wrapped around his neck.

The chain that had once condemned Cyanor’s enemies was now strangling him.

Unlike Cyanor, who was agitated, Hylon declared with indifferent eyes.

“I will execute the sinner.”

From that point on, his memories were cut off.

It was because the chain of condemnation tightened around his throat, causing him to lose consciousness.

Cyanor startled awake, feeling a chill seeping into his entire body.

Upon realizing he was in a familiar place, his face turned pale.

It was the white space where he had ‘educated’ those who didn’t listen.

A place where they were trapped in the cracks of time…

Around him, holy knights and priests were already waiting for the execution.

Since they were executing someone who had been the Saint King, the Inquisitors and Cardinals had all come to show their respect.

Surrounded by them, Cyanor groaned.

He moved his stiff tongue and called out a name.

“Hylon……”

Hylon, dressed in a snow-white uniform, indifferently looked down at Cyanor.

Having lost both arms and wearing shabby clothes, Cyanor looked so pathetic that it was hard to believe he had once been the Saint King.

Seeing Hylon’s appearance, which was in stark contrast to his own miserable state, a surge of anger rose up, but Cyanor forced a smile.

Revealing his trembling body, he pleaded.

“I just want you to grant me a clean death. A Saint King in a place like this…”

“*Former* Saint King.”

At the correction, Cyanor gnashed his teeth but obediently corrected himself.

“Don’t you know what will happen if you imprison someone who *was* the Saint King in a place like this? This place is extremely dangerous. What problems will arise if you imprison someone like me…”

“I know.”

Hylon stepped onto the pattern drawn on the floor.

A humming vibration spread.

Pure white divine power flowed from Hylon and was absorbed into the floor.

Infusing the pattern with divine power, Hylon replied to Cyanor.

“I’ve been trapped here more than anyone else, so what wouldn’t I know?”

“You, you don’t know the truth…!”

“Ah, that it’s mixed with the power of a fairy?”

Cyanor was momentarily speechless and hurriedly tried another approach.

“The Holy Empire has countless secrets; you can’t possibly figure them all out alone. I’ll help you, so…”

“Of course, you’ll have to tell me everything you know. However…”

The divine power flowing from Hylon intensified.

“If you take some time to reflect, it will be easier for you to speak. Didn’t you teach me that?”

“……”

The ‘education’ he had given to Hylon was now being returned to him.

Cyanor slumped to the floor, his lips moving.

He had thought he would be executed cleanly, even if he died.

In despair, Cyanor tried to buy time, but the pattern, filled with divine power, had already begun to glow.

Hylon’s figure was obscured by the light.

Just before his vision was completely filled with light, a chilling voice echoed.

“It’s because my fairy almost died because of you.”

And Cyanor was dragged into the cracks of time.