The Baby Fairy Is A Villain [EN]: Chapter 37

Chesha couldn’t watch anymore and covered his eyes with his hands.

‘I forgot she was like this.’

He had forgotten because Miya had been relatively well-behaved in front of the fairy Richessia.

The twins, who had been watching Miya’s amazing welcome, blinked blankly.

Ishuel looked back at Karha and asked,

“Why is she talking like that?”

“I don’t know.”

“Hmm, could she be sick? Or is she congenitally uncomfortable somewhere?”

“I’m not!”

Miya, flustered, suddenly thrust her head forward.

“Look at this, meow.”

The fake ears attached to her head perked up.

She probably expected a reaction like, ‘Eek, a beast-person!’, but.

The twins’ reaction was far from what she had hoped for.

“I think she has a mental problem.”

“I agree. Should we just go?”

Ishuel smiled brightly next to Karha, who was already preparing to leave as if he had been waiting for it.

“It’s not like she’s making clothes with her tongue, so it doesn’t matter, right?”

Miya was on the verge of tears.

“That’s too much, meow…….”

Hata, who had been staying back because he didn’t want to talk to Miya, finally stepped forward.

“That’s enough!”

Hata put his hands on his hips.

And shouted with angry eyes.

“She’s a guest Hata brought. If you keep doing this, Hata will get angry!”

“Yes…. I’m sorry…….”

Miya obediently returned to human speech.

Defeated, she removed the cat ears she had attached to her head and the claws she had put on her hands.

It seemed she had lost interest because the twins’ reaction wasn’t very enthusiastic.

“Welcome…….”

Miya greeted weakly.

Compared to her energetic first appearance, it was a withered greeting.

“Look at the clothes…. Look a lot…….”

She pushed up her slipped glasses and roughly pointed to the clothes displayed in the boutique.

Ishuel examined the clothes one by one with sharp eyes.

The coldness in his eyes, which had been caused by Miya’s flamboyant appearance, gradually softened.

As befitting the owner of a back-alley boutique, Miya’s designs were very bold.

Yet, there were delicate aspects, and the quality of the clothing was high.

She only used the highest quality materials for the clothes.

In fact, Miya was the type to pour all the money she earned from selling clothes into buying materials to make clothes.

‘But that’s why the clothes are so pretty.’

Even though she acted a bit strange, Miya was a monster who skillfully worked on men’s, women’s, and children’s clothing.

Her skills were undeniable, so Ishuel was bound to like it.

Ishuel, who had looked around the store, leaned his face against Chesha’s.

“How is it?”

As he whispered, Chesha whispered in his ear.

“It’s awesome.”

“Then shall we leave it to her?”

“Yes.”

As the two whispered, Karha slyly joined in.

Chesha whispered to him as well.

“They’re going to order here.”

After all, Ishuel’s whispers were loud enough for everyone to hear.

Karha chuckled when he was told again.

Ishuel approached Miya, who was leaning against the counter with rotten fish eyes [expressionless, dead eyes].

“I’d like to order clothes for a banquet.”

“How many days until the banquet?”

Miya asked listlessly.

Ishuel, who could tolerate some rudeness or eccentricity if she had the skills, smiled slightly and told her the remaining days.

“I need a total of five outfits: one adult suit, three children’s suits, and a baby dress.”

Miya’s mouth dropped open.

He couldn’t tell her the details because he couldn’t reveal the fact that the fairy was involved.

The reservation to keep the store open was also made in Hata’s name, not Richessia’s.

So Miya only knew that a guest of high status was coming.

But a much larger request came in than expected.

Seeing Miya’s surprised expression, Ishuel calmly stated what he wanted.

“I know it’s difficult to make new clothes. Is it possible to alter them? I’d like to add decorations and change the design a little.”

The decent capital boutiques were already fully booked until right before the banquet, so they couldn’t even get alterations done.

“Heeuung, this is difficult…….”

Miya put her elbow on the counter and rested her chin on one hand.

She narrowed her eyes and demanded.

“Young master, show me your face.”

Ishuel, who had no qualms about showing off his appearance, boldly took off his robe’s hood.

Charrreuk, Ishuel’s dazzling platinum blonde hair scattered elegantly under the boutique’s lighting.

The moment she met his ruby-like eyes surrounded by dense eyelashes.

“I’ll do it!”

Miya kicked off the counter and ran out.

She fluttered around Ishuel.

“Aung, how can this be? You should have taken off your hood sooner!”

Ishuel silently beckoned Karha with his finger.

Karha sighed, but took off his hood without complaint.

“Kyaaak!”

Miya covered her face with both hands and was ecstatic.

And finally.

Ishuel showed Chesha’s face as if saying, “Ta-da!”

Miya respectfully put her hands together and uttered a vulgar exclamation.

“…Crazy.”

She rolled her eyes and muttered quickly.

“Cute. Cute. So cute. Too cute? Is this okay? Isn’t it a crime to be this cute? What if I go to jail for being cute? Then should I go in instead?”

I think I knew why Miya liked it.

She was enthusiastically fond of Richessia’s face.

But a small baby Richessia had appeared.

There was no way she could hate it.

Fortunately, she didn’t openly say that he looked like the fairy Richessia.

To be exact, it seemed like she wasn’t in the right state of mind to say that.

Ishuel snapped his fingers to wake up the dazed Miya.

Tak, a cheerful sound rang out.

“Boss, get a grip. I’ll tell you the feeling I want, so please refer to it…….”

Ishuel stopped talking.

It was because Miya, who had been giggling like a crazy person until just now, suddenly closed her mouth and had a terrified look on her face.

The fear she showed was as immediate as if it were engraved in her instincts.

As if the sound of snapping fingers was some kind of signal.

A moment of silence fell in the boutique.

Ishuel seemed a little surprised that Miya would react so excessively.

Chesha carefully observed Miya’s reaction.

Miya, who had been frozen, melted after a brief moment.

“…Oh, no, it’s nothing.”

She shook her head wildly.

Then, as if nothing had happened, she shouted energetically again.

“Something else suddenly came to mind. Tell me the feeling of the clothes!”

Miya brought paper and a pencil.

She licked the pencil lead and diligently recorded what Ishuel wanted.

“The colors are generally black, silver, and red…. The young lady’s dress should be bright…. Decorate the third young master’s clothes with lots and lots of fancy decorations…….”

The scribbled letters on the paper were so illegible that they didn’t need a cipher [code].

“I’ll send the clothes as soon as I get home today.”

“Yes, yes. I think I can barely finish it by the morning of the banquet. There may be parts that need final alterations after trying on the clothes, so I’ll deliver them myself that day. I’d appreciate it if everyone could wait at home.”

Miya, who had spewed out words, glanced at Ishuel.

“Um, what’s your budget…….”

*Palang.* [Sound effect]

Ishuel placed a piece of paper on the counter.

It was a blank check.

Ishuel said generously.

“Do whatever you want.”

“I will continue to pledge my loyalty, young master.”

Miya bowed deeply and accepted the check.

Chesha looked at him with a slightly uneasy expression.

‘A blank check, isn’t she going to fleece [overcharge] a fortune?’

He was anxious because he knew that Miya was crazy about making clothes.

But he couldn’t say anything because the person who paid was so satisfied.

Ishuel, who came out of Miya’s boutique, had a very pleased look on his face.

He praised Hata with an expression that seemed like he would be full even if he starved for the next three days.

“Thank you for introducing me to a good store.”

“I’m glad you’re satisfied.”

“Thanks to you, I’ve relieved my worries. Come visit the mansion next time. I’ll treat you to a meal.”

“Yes! Are you going home now?”

“I have to.”

They talked in a friendly atmosphere and said goodbye to Hata.

Hata didn’t want to be separated from Chesha, but he had a lot of things to do, such as going to pack hats quickly, transforming back into a puppy, and returning to the mansion.

He had no choice but to return to the hat shop.

“It was a perfect outing.”

While being held by Ishuel, who was enjoying himself, and diligently moving to escape the back alley.

Suddenly, Karha moved.

He drew two swords and swung them, and Ishuel hid Chesha in his arms almost simultaneously.

*Chaeng!* [Sound of metal clashing]

A steel net that fell from the sky was cut off by Karha’s sword.

“What! That bastard just cut it with a sword?”

“Ugh, *shibal* [Korean curse word], what are you doing? Shoot the arrows quickly!”

“The product will be damaged if it gets hit by an arrow!”

Men with crossbows, nets, chains, and weapons appeared on top of the store buildings on both sides of the street.

As soon as they appeared, the store owners quietly closed their doors, and the people on the street quickly disappeared.

Ishuel’s face hardened expressionlessly and said.

“Slave hunters.”

And Chesha sighed in Ishuel’s arms.

‘I thought it was too quiet.’

“Hiyu [Sigh].”

‘As expected, this is what the back alley is like…….’