The Baby Fairy Is A Villain [EN]: Chapter 34

Isuel was the third child of the Basilian family.

Though twins with Karha, he was born later, making him the third.

However, he was only nominally the third child.

Isuel never really thought of himself as the youngest.

Because he was much more mature than Karha.

He certainly respected and relied on Belzeon as his elder brother, but honestly, since Karha was immature, he thought it was right for him to be the older brother.

Isuel’s thoughts began to change after his mother’s death.

The funeral, held on a day of pouring rain, with a coffin filled only with flowers.

At the time, young Isuel did not understand death.

He was merely curious about his mother’s whereabouts, who had disappeared in an instant.

So, he searched for his mother every day.

The young child wandered around until his feet cracked and his legs swelled, but no one stopped Isuel.

No, they couldn’t stop him.

The people of the Basilian family were all out of their minds.

Kiern, Belzeon, and even the servants of the castle.

No one had the *yoyuu* [mental余裕; capacity; composure] to take care of Isuel.

Especially Kiern….

It was a relief that he hadn’t followed his mother in suicide.

Belzeon gradually began to take over the duties in place of the going-mad Kiern, and the servants of the castle struggled to assist Belzeon.

Everyone was doing their best to prevent the Basilian County from collapsing, to hold on until Kiern regained his sanity.

A young Isuel wandering around inside and outside the castle all day looking for his mother.

It was understandable that they had no time to pay attention to such things.

The only one who took care of Isuel at that time was Karha.

“Hey. Where are you going alone again?”

“To find Mother.”

“She’s not here, I told you.”

“I have to find her because she’s not here!”

When Isuel flared up, Karha reluctantly followed him.

That little wild beast played the role of an older brother quite well back then.

I still don’t intend to treat him as my elder brother, but I came to think that there was someone I could rely on a little.

After wandering outside all day and being completely exhausted, when we returned home together under the evening glow.

I felt quite grateful to Karha.

I should treat him well too.

I thought about that a lot.

I actually tried to treat him well.

Isuel felt proud while taking care of Karha.

The absence of his mother was great, but it seemed like they were doing well enough on their own.

The illusion was shattered before long.

It was the day Isuel was searching around the castle alone.

While rummaging through the bushes, Isuel overheard a conversation between the women who came to help with the castle’s work.

“Did you see what she was wearing?”

“Oh my, how could she be like that.”

“Don’t even mention it. I’m embarrassed just seeing her hanging around with the Basilian young masters.”

The moment he heard the word ‘Basilian,’ his heart dropped.

Isuel hid himself deeper in the bushes.

“Even though they’re a prestigious family from the East… I don’t think she even knows she should be ashamed.”

“Oh well, they had a big thing happen recently. We should feel sorry for them.”

There was a subtle sneer hidden in the words that pretended to sympathize.

Everyone burst into laughter.

Someone shrugged and said.

“You can tell she doesn’t have a mother.”

At that moment, Isuel felt like someone had set his face on fire.

His face turned red with the burning heat.

He felt unbearably ashamed, but he couldn’t even raise his voice in that spot.

He just hurriedly ran away, afraid that they would find out he was eavesdropping.

Back in his room, Isuel stood in front of the mirror.

“…….”

In the mirror stood a pathetic little kid.

Hair that wasn’t properly combed and was frizzy.

A crookedly tied ribbon.

A shirt that was sticking out.

Pants that were wrinkled, had baggy knees, and were the wrong length.

Shoes that were dirty and grimy from walking around on the dirt floor.

A face tanned brown by the sunlight.

He didn’t look like the third son of the Basilian family, who ruled the Black Forest.

What should I do?

Isuel stared blankly at his shabby and worn-out appearance for a long time.

Then, he carefully brought his hand to his hair.

It seemed a little better after roughly combing his hair with his hand.

Gaining a little confidence, Isuel tried to tie the ribbon again.

But it was awkward because he had never done it before.

He tried several times, but he couldn’t get it to look the way he wanted.

It was when he was struggling with the ribbon alone.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

Karha burst into the room.

He looked at Isuel standing in front of the mirror with a puzzled look.

“Aren’t you going outside today?”

Isuel scanned his twin brother from head to toe.

Karha, who did everything half-heartedly except for swordsmanship training.

As expected, he looked even worse than me.

As he stared intently, Karha tilted his head and asked.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m not okay!”

Suddenly, he felt upset.

The ribbon that wouldn’t tie the way he wanted, Karha’s sloppy appearance, and himself running away from those who were insulting the Basilians.

He hated everything.

Isuel burst into tears.

“I’m not motherless, I’m not!”

Karha scratched the back of his head in front of Isuel, who was crying and screaming.

“Why are you being like this….”

Then, he awkwardly took out a handkerchief and tried to comfort him.

But seeing the unironed, crumpled, and frayed handkerchief, Isuel cried even louder.

“I really hate it!”

Crying all day long, Isuel made a firm resolution.

He would never let this happen again.

Never.

***

“Well, that’s roughly why I became interested in clothes,” Isuel continued casually.

“It’s funny, right? It started as a sense of duty, but it’s not anymore. Once I started paying attention, it became fun.”

He tilted his chin up arrogantly.

“I like my pretty self. I was born with this appearance, so I have to polish it for the sake of the continent, don’t I?”

Just from the words, he seemed arrogant, but looking at Isuel’s face, it was a very persuasive statement.

Chesha nodded without realizing it.

Hata, who was listening with them, also nodded in agreement.

“Anyway, I hope there’s something useful in the hat shop. It’s the Basilian family’s social debut. I wanted to make sure no one could ignore us.”

Isuel poked Chesha’s cheek with his finger and said.

“And dress my little sister in the prettiest dress.”

Looking at him smiling brightly, Chesha felt a surge of emotion.

Isuel, unaware of Chesha’s feelings, chuckled.

“I’ve never told anyone this story before.”

Isuel shrugged, saying it was a story he had never told even Karha.

“Isn’t it strange? I always want to tell you everything. I feel comfortable when you’re around. Karha too, and my older brother, and my father… Everyone seems to soften towards their youngest sibling.”

The words that drew her into the family circle felt natural.

Chesha hugged the puppy in her arms tightly and suddenly said.

“I’m going to my room.”

“Why? Is it because I’m only telling boring stories?”

He forcibly pulled away from Isuel, who was dragging on, saying he would play with her, so stay with him.

“I’m tired, so I’m going to sleep early.”

She refused firmly, unlike usual, saying she was tired and would sleep early.

Isuel, who had been whining, eventually backed down.

“Then I’ll just take you to your bedroom.”

Chesha held the puppy, and Isuel held Chesha in his arms.

While slowly taking her to her bedroom, Isuel subtly coaxed her to play with him.

He even made the unconventional offer to read her a fairy tale before she fell asleep if she was very tired.

However, Chesha kept her mouth tightly shut in a triangular shape and pretended not to notice.

With no other choice, Isuel put Chesha down in front of her bedroom door.

“Good night, little sister.”

“Good night, Brother!”

*Thud.*

The door closed.

Chesha put Hata down on the floor after entering the room.

And stood still for a moment, lost in thought.

Isuel, who had calmly recounted his past.

She recalled the clothes that Basilian should have had but were taken by another family.

‘I was going to pretend not to know….’

Her heart kept stirring and shaking.

“Hata.”

“Yes, Richestia-nim!”

Hata answered, raising his front paw.

Chesha told him her impulsive decision.

“Open the shop for a little bit.”

“Yes!”

Hata, who had answered reflexively, was startled belatedly.

The little puppy jumped up and down in place and shouted.

“…Y-Yes?!”

“I’m going to call Mia’s Dress Shop too.”

Chesha declared with a determined face.

“I have to wear the prettiest dress.”