The Baby Fairy Is A Villain [EN]: Chapter 40

It was a suffocating silence.

In the stillness that felt like it was pressing down on their shoulders, the twins glanced at each other.

Chesha, who was usually held by the twins, was standing on the ground for the first time in a while.

In front of the two small children and one baby, Belzeon sat with a frigid expression.

Belzeon’s face was so cold it seemed to radiate chills.

After going to the underworld, they returned home to find Belzeon there.

He had said he would be out all day and wouldn’t be back until the next morning.

Perhaps he had heard the news, so he returned early.

As soon as Belzeon arrived home, he immediately summoned the three of them to his office.

And he was just silently keeping them standing there without saying a word.

While the twins were busy trying to read his mood,

Chesha’s mind was also complicated.

‘How do Zahan and the twins know each other?’

He was trying to understand the incomprehensible situation, but it was impossible.

The more he thought about it, the more question marks filled his head.

Then Belzeon called out their names in a low voice.

“Karha, Ishuel.”

As soon as their names were called, the twins answered with perfect military discipline.

“Yes.”

“Yes, Brother.”

Belzeon let out a long sigh.

A short question followed.

“What were you thinking?”

Ishuel quickly answered.

“Well, we were buying clothes and hats to wear to the banquet……”

“So you took that little kid with you?”

Karha nudged Ishuel with his elbow.

Then, glancing at Belzeon, he cautiously retorted.

“We took him because we were confident we could protect him.”

“That’s not the point.”

Belzeon sighed again, wearily.

He paused to think for a moment, then opened his mouth to explain to the twins at their eye level.

“…He’s just a normal child. You should have been more careful.”

The boys with entirely red eyes stared at the baby with pink eyes all alone.

Chesha stood blankly, blinking.

Belzeon added as if muttering to himself.

“Because he’s not a Basilian.”

A subtle silence fell as his words landed.

It was a different kind of silence than before.

The twins were frozen with wide eyes.

They seemed to have never imagined that Belzeon would say such a thing.

Chesha felt strange.

Even though he knew what Belzeon meant, he still felt a little off.

He had grown somewhat fond of them, and they had become quite considerate of each other.

Yet, they were definitely not family.

An ambiguous relationship that was not clearly defined.

Lost in complex emotions, he looked up at Belzeon.

And at the moment he made eye contact with him.

‘…Ah.’

Chesha realized.

‘He’s planning to send me away before the banquet.’

Belzeon would send Chesha away.

Because he didn’t want the Basilian family to do anything irreversible.

It was the most rational, logical, and perfectly normal decision.

“……”

The gaze that had been looking at Belzeon gradually fell downwards, eventually reaching the floor.

Chesha stared blankly at his small feet.

Small feet that didn’t even fill half of an adult’s palm.

He was now much more accustomed to being held in someone else’s arms than walking on his own.

When had he become so adapted to living as a little kid?

Chesha pressed his lips tightly together.

He could feel the gazes falling on the back of his head.

The twins and Belzeon seemed to be looking at him, but he didn’t raise his head.

He just quietly looked down at his feet.

His head felt numb as if someone had poured cold water on him.

Chesha couldn’t stay in the Basilian family forever.

He had originally planned to leave before the Minor Saint Prayer Meeting anyway.

‘But why did I naturally assume I would attend the banquet with them?’

He was acting as if he were a real Basilian.

Looking back with a clear head, the things he had done so far were too absurd.

Going to Count Rudin as a seductress and performing *hwanyeok* [a Korean term for changing one’s appearance or identity].

Offering to find the outfits and hats that the Basilians would wear to the banquet….

Chesha recalled the various reasons why he had acted that way.

But no matter what he recalled.

He knew best that it was just an excuse.

‘Am I really getting caught up in this family play?’

Moreover, under the circumstances, there was a high possibility that Basilian had experimented on him as a fairy.

Knowing all this, why was he only having these soft, sentimental thoughts?

He couldn’t understand his own thought process.

Chesha gave a small, wry smile.

“I will send you out of the Basilian family before the Minor Saint Prayer Meeting.”

“So don’t get too attached.”

What had he been thinking when Belzeon said that in the past?

He had brushed it off, saying that Belzeon seemed to be the one getting attached.

But now that he had come this far.

Belzeon was still making cold-hearted judgments, and Chesha was acting like a fool.

‘I need to reflect on myself for being worse than a little kid.’

He would finish investigating the Basilian family before the banquet.

And when Belzeon sent him away, he would quietly disappear with Hata.

That seemed like the most peaceful and rational way to go.

***

“Sigh.”

Chesha, who had returned to his bedroom, climbed up the toddler footstool and flopped onto the bed.

He lay sprawled out with his short arms and legs wide open, staring at the ceiling.

He had refused the twins’ offer to escort him back and returned to his bedroom with the help of a servant.

The room was quiet because Hata had not yet returned.

Lying alone on the bed in the quiet room, Chesha frowned.

He continued to feel bad.

He pouted his lips and then got up again.

He couldn’t fall asleep, so he felt like he had to do something.

He climbed down from the bed and was walking towards the window when.

“…!”

Chesha’s eyes widened.

The shadow beneath his feet was wriggling.

The bulging, wriggling shadow soared upwards.

Chesha tilted his head back, following the rising shadow.

A man appeared, cutting through the darkness.

He brushed back his disheveled black hair and gave a sly smile, creasing his long eyes.

“Chesha.”

Kieren reached out and scooped Chesha up in an instant.

Hugging him snugly in his arms, he asked affectionately.

“My daughter, what were you doing?”

His languid red eyes held Chesha.

Chesha couldn’t answer right away.

As he hesitated for a moment, Kieren narrowed his eyes slightly.

He flicked Chesha’s nose with his finger.

“Why the long face? Did your brother scold you a lot?”

He seemed to already know what he had been scolded for.

Chesha quickly replied.

“No.”

“Then was today’s outing not fun?”

“That’s not it either.”

“Hmm.”

Kieren smiled quietly.

He held Chesha and spun around once.

The hem of his coat fluttered.

The outside scent clinging to Kieren also had a faint smell of blood mixed in today.

The man who might have killed someone outside became a loving father in front of Chesha.

“Since your brother did the scolding, shall I try playing the role of comforting you?”

Kieren whispered with a grin.

“Do you want to go flower viewing with Daddy?”

Without even waiting for an answer, he immediately moved with Chesha.

Darkness surged, completely dyeing the scene in front of them pitch black.

When his vision cleared again.

What unfolded before Chesha was a vast rose garden.

The garden, where tens of thousands of roses of all varieties were planted, was filled with a strong rose fragrance.

Just standing still seemed to permeate the entire body with the scent of roses.

To gather so many rose varieties with different petals and shapes in one place, dozens of gardeners would have to be attached to it all year round, pruning and managing it.

It was not a garden that a typical noble family could own.

Showing off the rose garden, which would be more expensive than laying gold, Kieren asked as if he had found an interesting toy.

“Nice, right?”

Chesha dazedly asked back.

“Where is here……?”

“Ah.”

And Chesha almost fainted at Kieren’s subsequent answer.

“The Imperial Palace Garden.”