The Baby Fairy Is A Villain [EN]: Chapter 58

Chesha felt his heart sink for a moment.

In truth, there was nothing wrong with what he said.

Except for one unexpected thing.

He hadn’t expected to see Kieren so shaken.

Especially knowing how notorious the master of the underworld was for his cold and cruel demeanor.

He had thought that the soft, fatherly act he put on in front of Chesha was all just a performance for his own needs.

But right now, Kieren was…

He really seemed hurt.

Was it even possible for him to be ‘hurt’?

With his mind in turmoil, the few words he had were even more stuck in his throat.

Chesha moved his lips, trying to speak.

Kieren continued to mutter to himself, not expecting an answer.

“What did Daddy do wrong…? Why, Chesha…”

Chesha shouted without realizing it.

“You didn’t do anything wrong!”

Kieren’s eyes widened.

Seeing his shaking red eyes, Chesha repeated.

“Nothing…”

He said it hoping that he would calm down even a little.

However, the moment he heard Chesha’s words.

His expressionless face completely distorted.

Kieren covered his face with both hands.

The staff he dropped from his hand rolled across the marble floor with a loud noise.

Chesha noticed that the movement of the shadows was becoming even more bizarre.

It was now difficult to pass it off as the shadows swaying because the lamps were shaking in the wind.

The light from the lamps that brightly illuminated the temple subtly dimmed.

The temple, which had been as bright as day, was gradually, very gradually, being submerged in darkness.

Kieren took short, ragged breaths, as if he was having trouble breathing.

“If I didn’t do anything wrong…”

A garbled voice leaked from Kieren.

“Why did you abandon me?”

A faint clinking of chains was heard.

The moment Hylone summoned the Chains of Judgment [divine chains used to bind those who defy the gods] and the holy knights were about to draw their swords.

“Count!”

The boy’s cry burst the tightly compressed air.

The boy, who had thrown back the hood of his old robe to reveal his face, was panting in front of the entrance.

The boy, staring at Kieren with wide eyes, ran quickly.

And punched Kieren in the face.

*Thwack!*

Kieren’s head snapped back from the merciless punch.

The strangely darkened temple brightened again.

“…Haa, haa.”

Belzeon, having punched Kieren first, was gasping for breath.

He was so rushed that he couldn’t even speak for a while as he caught his breath.

He checked on Chesha first with trembling eyes.

He was relieved to see Chesha being held by Hylone in his fluffy form.

Soon, his face darkened as he saw Kieren’s condition.

“…Belzeon.”

Kieren seemed to have regained some of his senses.

However, his eyes were still unstable.

Kieren raised the corners of his lips.

It was a mechanical smile he habitually wore.

Then suddenly, completely out of the blue, he blurted out something no one could understand.

“The rain won’t stop.”

Kieren licked his slightly swollen lips and whispered.

“It keeps… raining.”

No one had the slightest idea what he was talking about.

However, Belzeon seemed to understand the meaning right away.

“Count.”

Belzeon said in a low, rapid voice.

“Get a grip. Do you know where you are right now?”

He glared at Kieren with a look that said he wanted to hit him again.

Kieren slowly blinked and took a breath.

Then, Duchess Ivroyel suddenly burst into laughter.

“Haha, the atmosphere is too serious.”

She slapped Kieren on the back.

She patted Kieren hard with her large hand, making a loud thud, and said.

“Well, it seems my goddaughter doesn’t want to go home yet?”

“……”

Each time the Duchess slapped him on the back, the temple, which had not yet completely dispelled the dark energy, gradually brightened.

Annoyance flickered across Kieren’s face, and the precarious feeling from just now was greatly relieved.

‘Ugh…’

Chesha breathed a sigh of relief inwardly.

‘That was really dangerous.’

He had heard Hylone’s chains.

If he had gone just one step further, Kieren would have been immediately bound by the Chains of Judgment and dragged to the Inquisitorial Chamber [a court of the Holy Order].

He knew it wouldn’t end quietly, but he didn’t expect them to rush in so recklessly.

‘But why am I worried about Kieren?’

Frankly speaking, it would have been easier for Chesha if he were judged.

He wouldn’t have to worry about being chased anymore, and he could just go back to being a fairy.

But Chesha was genuinely worried about Kieren just now.

It was an emotion too strong to be described as just being fond of him.

While Chesha was briefly lost, unable to understand his own emotions.

Duchess Ivroyel skillfully sorted out the situation.

“I’ve been thinking. How about we adults have a little chat first? Me, Count Basilian, and…”

She smiled as she gazed at Hylone.

“Even my goddaughter’s escort knight, the three of us.”

Hylone didn’t offer the usual platitudes, like it was an honor to be with them or that he was happy.

Even though the Duchess of the Palen Empire was asking for a conversation, he simply answered bluntly.

“If Your Grace wishes, I will do so.”

“Hahaha, I always think you’re so arrogant.”

Duchess Ivroyel smiled and asked.

“What’s your affiliation?”

“I am affiliated with the First Order Holy Knight Order of the Hilderd Holy Empire.”

“Hmm… I see, I see. It’s not unfounded arrogance, is it.”

She put her arm around Kieren’s shoulder.

Grasping his shoulder tightly, as if he hadn’t fully regained his senses, she smiled at Hylone.

“So, how about a cup of tea? It’s sudden at night, but it’s better than standing here talking, at least.”

She joked that it was hard for her to stand for long because she was old.

Chesha recalled that Duchess Ivroyel was over sixty years old.

Hylone seemed to have belatedly remembered that fact as well, and his attitude became slightly more polite.

“I will escort you inside.”

While the commotion was being sorted out, Belzeon approached and reached out his hand.

“My brother.”

Chesha’s eyes widened slightly at his title.

It was the first time he had clearly called Chesha his brother.

“Please return him.”

Hylone slowly handed Chesha over from his arms.

Belzeon carefully took Chesha into his arms.

The moment he was held by the boy.

*Thump, thump.*

The sound of his heart beating wildly was conveyed directly.

It was a moment that made him realize how nervous Belzeon, who was maintaining a poker face, had been.

Belzeon hugged Chesha silently.

After regaining his composure by feeling Chesha’s warmth, he parted his lips.

“My brother is still young. It’s time for him to sleep, so I’ll go in first.”

“Okay.”

Duchess Ivroyel grinned, stretching the corners of her lips wide.

She gave Belzeon a sly look and said.

“Don’t run away and stay in your room, Belzeon.”

“I will keep that in mind, Your Grace.”

Leaving Duchess Ivroyel, who was chuckling at his cold reply, behind.

Belzeon quickly left the place with Chesha in his arms.

Kieren came into view as they moved away.

He seemed to have completely regained his composure now, but his face was slightly pale.

‘Did Chesha leave Daddy?’

Kieren’s words kept strangely lingering in his ears.

Chesha quickly averted his gaze before he accidentally made eye contact with Kieren.

*Clack.*

Belzeon closed the door and leaned his back against it.

He stood there for a while in that state.

Then, with Chesha still in his arms, he slid down to a sitting position.

Belzeon hugged Chesha tightly.

His body was shaking terribly.

“What… Damn it, saying nonsense about rain…”

Chesha opened his lips.

It was because it was the first time he had seen Belzeon curse.

However, Belzeon didn’t seem to be aware that he had cursed.

He was just panting and burying his face in Chesha’s small body.

‘I think he’s out of his mind too.’

Anyway, the men of the Basilian family were all rotten inside, even though they pretended to be fine and acted all high and mighty.

Chesha reached out and stroked his head.

Belzeon flinched at the small gesture.

But soon, he quietly leaned into the small touch and slumped his body.

That’s how they were for a while.

*Rattle, rattle.*

Suddenly, the window rattled.

Then, before they could even react, it swung open.

Two small boys quickly slipped inside on the night breeze.

“Brother! Little brother…!”

“We’re here.”

It was Ishuel and Karha.