The Baby Fairy Is A Villain [EN]: Chapter 20

I couldn’t understand why he had suddenly appeared at Count Ludin’s mansion.

Chesha watched Kieren, clutching the sofa fabric tightly.

The clouds parted, revealing the moon.

Moonlight streamed through the study window.

Kieren wore a well-tailored frock coat over a dark green suit.

His neat attire was so elegant he could have been coming from a ball.

And it seemed he had been.

He smelled faintly of perfume and strongly of alcohol.

‘What is he really up to?’

As Chesha wondered, Kieren lightly bit off one of his leather gloves.

With his free hand, he retrieved a pocket watch from his pocket.

Red eyes glanced down at the silver pocket watch.

The ticking of the second hand echoed with unusual clarity.

After checking the time with an indifferent gaze, Kieren returned the pocket watch and turned his attention to Count Ludin.

Count Ludin blinked, dazed.

He had been trapped in Chesha’s illusion until moments ago.

Because of that, he didn’t seem to fully grasp the situation.

He simply gaped, looking utterly lost.

Kieren lightly flicked his fingers with his gloved hand.

A crisp sound rang out, and Count Ludin jolted upright on the sofa.

Belatedly, he shuddered and looked around frantically.

Count Ludin realized he was in his study, not in the succubus’s illusion.

He stared at the slender, handsome man before him and stammered, dumbfounded.

“Co, Count Basilian?”

Count Ludin straightened unsteadily.

He realized how pathetic he must have looked, sprawled on the sofa and trembling.

Kieren waited patiently as Count Ludin tidied his clothes, pulled out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his brow, and cleared his throat to regain his composure.

Finally, Count Ludin spoke.

“What’s going on this late at night? And how did you get in here?”

Kieren chuckled softly.

He smiled, the corners of his mouth curving smoothly, and met Count Ludin’s gaze.

In the dim light, a bewitching glow swirled within his bright red eyes.

Just as Count Ludin felt a strange sensation and gasped.

“Keuk…!”

He immediately dropped to all fours like a dog.

Then, he slammed his head into the floor with a sickening thud.

He hit it so hard it sounded like a watermelon cracking open.

Count Ludin, his head buried in the hard marble floor, convulsed violently.

He couldn’t even manage a scream.

It was as if he had lost all control of his body.

A polished shoe pressed down on the back of Count Ludin’s head.

A smooth voice fell like a feather.

“Count Ludin.”

Kieren, who had pinned his head to the floor, whispered softly with a gentle smile.

“I have come to apologize.”

Count Ludin didn’t understand the situation for a moment.

Why was he burying his head in the floor?

Why wouldn’t his body obey him and instead was doing these bizarre things?

He gasped, paralyzed by confusion.

“Th, this vile…!”

Count Ludin shouted, sputtering.

“A black magician! Aren’t you ashamed, a nobleman of the Great Empire! God will punish you!”

As he spat and ranted, Kieren lightly clicked his tongue.

Of course, Kieren wasn’t inclined to respond kindly.

He lifted his foot from Count Ludin’s head and stepped back.

From then on, Count Ludin began to repeatedly slam his forehead against the marble floor.

Thud, thud, the sickening sound echoed for a long time.

It only stopped when Count Ludin had repented enough to sob and hiccup.

Kieren asked languidly.

“Are you ready to receive my apology now?”

Through this… *education*, Count Ludin seemed to have finally understood.

His life depended on Kieren.

Count Ludin said abjectly.

“Well, there, there’s been a misunderstanding.”

“What part are you misunderstanding?”

Kieren listed them one by one, as if singing a song.

“Changing the tutor I hired without permission while I was away and sneaking into my house?”

“Th, that’s…”

“Or insulting my child for being from an orphanage and despising her for growing up without a mother?”

“Count, that is…”

“Or telling me to come and apologize directly to Count Basilian?”

Count Ludin gasped.

Blood and saliva mixed and dripped down his chin.

Looking at his disheveled state, Kieren smiled slyly.

“Which of these is a misunderstanding, Count?”

Count Ludin could no longer maintain his arrogant facade.

He pleaded with extreme politeness, bordering on groveling.

“P, please, spare my life… Count Basilian, think about it. If you kill me, won’t you be in trouble too? If you spare my life, I, I won’t breathe a word…”

Chesha, hiding behind the sofa, shouted in her mind.

‘Just kill him!’

It would be troublesome if the story of the succubus Richessia got out.

Death was the perfect way to destroy the evidence.

Earlier, Count Ludin was going to be tormented in the illusion and given as a gift to the pet plant.

Then Kieren suddenly appeared and broke the illusion.

‘Of course, Kieren will definitely kill him.’

The red eyes, revealing his cruel nature without any attempt to hide it, were enough to make even Chesha’s spine tingle.

The eyes, gleaming coldly with malice and murderous intent, were more ferocious than any being she had encountered in the underworld, only masked by a veneer of elegance.

“Well, I don’t really feel like sparing you.”

Kieren tilted his head back.

Black hair flowed down smoothly, exposing the line of his Adam’s apple as he looked at the ceiling.

His gaze settled on the chandelier hanging from the study’s ceiling.

Though unlit, the chandelier’s crystals shimmered faintly in the moonlight.

Kieren regarded the glittering fixture with interest.

“Hmm.”

The chandelier, firmly secured with chains, looked capable of supporting the weight of an adult man.

“Shall we use that? What do you think?”

Kieren casually asked for opinions.

Count Ludin widened his bloodshot eyes.

His lips moved, but no sound emerged.

As if controlled by an unseen hand, Count Ludin nodded frantically.

He desperately wanted to shake his head, but he was powerless to resist.

Observing the ridiculous sight, Kieren chuckled softly.

“I’m glad the Count approves. Shall we begin then? I’m getting tired and want to go home…”

The voice of the man laughing with half-closed eyes was languid.

“My young daughter is waiting for me at home.”

The young daughter was, in fact, watching Kieren’s actions from behind the sofa.

While Chesha swallowed hard, Count Ludin began preparing the place where he would meet his end.

He pushed the desk under the chandelier and placed a chair on top of it.

Then, he hung a rope from the chandelier and fashioned a noose around his neck.

Kieren did nothing.

He simply sat cross-legged on the opposite sofa, observing the Count’s actions.

When all preparations were complete, Kieren leisurely ordered.

“Smile, Count.”

As the command was given, the corners of Count Ludin’s mouth stretched upwards as far as they could go.

Smiling like a grotesque Pierrot doll with torn lips, the Count placed the noose around his own neck.

It was a horrifying sight, but Chesha couldn’t bear to watch Count Ludin’s death to the end.

‘Kkyaang!’

She had been watching Kieren wield black magic and destroy his personality when she suddenly realized something.

It was almost time for him to return home after finishing his… *business*.

There was always one common factor when he came to Chesha’s room.

There was always a faint smell of blood.

‘So he’s definitely coming today!’

Chesha quickly left the study and returned to the Basilian mansion.

She changed her clothes, tried to calm her racing heart, and lay in bed.

The sound of the door opening reached her ears.

As expected, Kieren appeared.

“Daddy…?”

Chesha opened her eyes groggily, pretending to have just woken up.

Kieren smiled at the hair sticking up from her head after being rubbed against the blanket.

He came to the bedside and gently smoothed down the unruly strands.

“Did Daddy wake you? I’m sorry.”

The red eyes she met were relaxed.

The eyes that had gleamed with cruel malice, driving Count Ludin to his demise, were nowhere to be seen.

Kieren let out a low, drawn-out sigh and quickly scooped Chesha up in his arms.

Black shadows swirled around them.

When the shadows dissipated, they were in Kieren’s bedroom.

Kieren stood blankly for a moment, holding Chesha.

He suddenly chuckled and rubbed his face against Chesha’s cheek.

“Cheshaaaaa.”

“…….”

Something seemed a little off.

Normally, he would enter Chesha’s bedroom almost silently.

Tonight, he had made a noticeable entrance and openly woken Chesha up.

‘And what’s with the ‘Cheshaaaaa’?’

Chesha frowned.

It was because of the strong smell of alcohol emanating from him.

She had noticed the scent at Count Ludin’s mansion, but it was even stronger now that she was being held.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind.

‘Could it be…’

Is he drunk?