The Baby Fairy Is A Villain [EN]: Chapter 6

The femme fatale Richessia was the most popular figure in the underworld.

Because of that, she was plagued by annoying guys.

The man who had barged in now was also one of those who had once chased after Richessia and bothered her.

‘Was his name Morgan?’

He had been particularly persistent, so she taught him a little lesson, and after that, he would run away at the mere sight of Richessia’s shadow.

‘But what is he doing here?’

While she was briefly dumbfounded, Morgan examined Chesha with a blank expression.

“She looks like Richessia……?”

As he scrutinized Chesha several times, Chesha pretended not to notice and rolled her eyes.

Torn between options, Morgan seemed pressed for time and stuffed Chesha into a large bag.

Then, he hurriedly left the room.

Chesha, tightly bound and trapped in the pitch-black bag, lightly furrowed her brow.

Flap, a small butterfly emerged.

As the butterfly clung to the bag, the view that had been obscured by the fabric became clear.

Chesha watched the situation outside while inside the bag.

Count Vasillian’s bedroom was located on the top floor of the castle.

Morgan, clutching the bag, went straight downstairs.

He encountered several servants along the way, but no one seemed to notice Morgan.

It seemed he had used a magical drug from the underworld.

At this point, she was a little curious.

Why he was doing such a crazy thing.

‘Shall I watch and see?’

Chesha leisurely observed the situation.

Morgan, sweating profusely, managed to reach the first floor.

He headed straight for the backyard.

There was a wagon filled with flowers.

A man with an eyepatch was anxiously pacing beside the wagon.

The one-eyed man, upon spotting Morgan, hurriedly approached.

Morgan opened the bag and showed the man the inside.

“This is it……?”

The one-eyed man with the eyepatch suspiciously examined Chesha.

Chesha, lying still, met his gaze with an innocent expression.

“Count Vasillian searched all the orphanages and found this child, so I thought it would be something amazing… Just a kid?”

The one-eyed man’s thick eyebrows furrowed deeply.

He muttered as if he was unsure.

“But looking at her, she resembles someone.”

Morgan chimed in as if he had been waiting for it.

“Doesn’t she look like Richessia?”

“Oh, you’re right? She looks like that femme fatale? Although her eye color is different.”

The one-eyed man widened his only eye and suddenly laughed heartily.

“This, this, the higher-ups will love this. Perfect!”

Morgan glanced at Chesha with a slightly uneasy expression but soon urged the man.

“You’ve confirmed the goods, so give me the money quickly.”

At Morgan’s urging, the one-eyed man pulled Chesha out of the bag. He hid Chesha in the pile of flowers in the wagon and replied.

“Not a penny until we’re completely out of the Black Forest.”

“Damn it…! Then let’s get out of this damn castle quickly.”

Morgan spat on the ground. He muttered with a curse.

“This castle is disgustingly unpleasant.”

“It is.”

The one-eyed man looked up at the Serpent’s Castle and muttered.

“What is it about Vasillian that makes them order us to kidnap even a kid like this…….”

Although they were called one of the three great families of the Palen Empire, the Vasillian family always seemed to lag far behind.

The Ivoriel ducal family, a branch of the imperial family and descendants of noble mages.
The Nemea margrave family, which firmly grasped the empire’s military power based on its powerful knight order.

However, the Vasillian family had nothing.

While the other families were flamboyantly shaking the empire, they merely existed quietly.

Like a snake swimming beneath the surface.

Despite their unremarkable presence, the Solar imperial family of the Palen Empire never underestimated the Vasillian family.

The Ivoriel ducal family and the Nemea margrave family were the same.

They always mentioned and respected the Vasillian family as one of the three great families.

Other noble families also pretended to respect the count’s family, but.

Nevertheless, it was inevitable that a subtle atmosphere of disregard lingered.

The same was true for the residents of the underworld.

Everyone looked down on the Vasillian family as gloomy, reclusive nobles.

Only Chesha, who had been investigating the three great families for a long time, thought something was suspicious and dug deeper.

‘Who is the mastermind behind the kidnapping?’

Just as she was eavesdropping on the conversation between the one-eyed man and Morgan, hoping to get more information.
A delicate voice was heard.

“Hey, mister.”

Morgan and the one-eyed man were startled and turned their heads.

The owner of the voice was a boy holding a large parasol.

The boy, who had platinum blonde hair down to his chest tied in a single bunch, had long, dense eyelashes framing his drooping eyes, making him look pure and innocent.

His features were as lovely as a gentle breeze, and his figure was slender, giving him a strong androgynous appearance.

The clothes he wore were also different from typical men’s clothing, with many decorations such as lace and frills, so at first glance, one might believe he was a girl.

However, as soon as they saw the boy, the bearded men froze like mice in front of a snake.

It was because of his bright red eyes.

The boy was the third child of the Vasillian family, Ishuel Vasillian.

“Can’t you hear me?”

Ishuel tilted his head and smiled.

“Are you deaf?”

Morgan and the one-eyed man belatedly came to their senses at the coldly uttered words.

Morgan answered with a servile smile.

“Yes, yes! Young master. We came to deliver flowers. Please tell us if you need anything.”

“Uh-huh, shut your mouth.”

“…Yes?”

Ishuel frowned.

His eyes seemed to convey the curse, ‘dirty and vulgar things.’

The one-eyed man said, beads of sweat dripping down his face.

“Of course! We’ll keep our mouths shut! Please tell us if you need any flowers.”

Instead of answering, the boy approached the flower wagon with light steps.

Morgan and the one-eyed man quickly exchanged glances.

They subtly placed their hands on the daggers hidden in their pockets.

Their bloodshot eyes trembled with tension as they watched the boy.

Regardless, Ishuel gently rummaged through the flowers with his slender fingers.

Chesha, buried in the flowers, looked at Ishuel through the blossoms.

Their eyes met.

Ishuel’s eyes widened slightly.

The boy was silent for a moment, then muttered as if he was very intrigued.

“Pretty, isn’t she?”

Ishuel stared intently at Chesha, who was covered in flower petals, and repeated.

“This is the first time I’ve seen something as pretty as me.”

Chesha was briefly taken aback by his narcissistic remark.

Of course, Chesha was also a fairy who lived with her own sense of self-importance……. [Chesha is referring to her own vanity as a fairy.]

‘He seems worse than me.’

Chesha had never seen anyone like this before.

While inwardly admiring him, Ishuel examined Chesha from head to toe.

“How strange… She’s not even crying.”

The glossy, glass-like pink fingernails crushed the petals.

A short, mocking laugh was heard.

“Or is she an idiot?”

Is this guy serious?

Chesha was taken aback, but she didn’t bother to retort.

Ishuel tilted his head as if contemplating for a while, then turned away without regret.

“I’ll have to wait a little longer.”

His plump lips drew a crooked curve.

“Until you cry and beg me to save you.”

Ishuel left with light steps.

Watching the boy’s back, Chesha desperately realized what Kiern had said.

‘He’s really out of his mind…….’

He was a top-notch madman even in the underworld.

As Ishuel disappeared, Morgan and the one-eyed man released the breath they had been holding.

“Hoo, damn it, I told you to leave quickly!”

“Yeah, let’s leave right now. It seems the third young master will pretend not to know.”

The one-eyed man chuckled as he hurriedly climbed onto the driver’s seat.

“Well, he wouldn’t be happy about a new sibling to split the inheritance with.”

Chesha agreed with that.

‘But I’m just a temporary worker.’

The inexplicable affection that Kiern was showing her now was ultimately just an act with a purpose.

Chesha knew very well that it would all disappear like bubbles.

Suddenly, the lullaby he had sung came to mind.

In the deep dawn when everyone was asleep.
The messy lullaby that his languid voice hummed.

‘That will also be an action that will become meaningless.’

Suddenly, she felt strangely bad.

“…….”

Chesha curled her small body even smaller.

Meanwhile, the wagon raced madly.

The flowers that were loaded were scattered messily due to the severe jolting from the hasty run.

But no one cared.

They were only thinking of getting out of the Serpent’s Castle and the Black Forest as quickly as possible.

The light in Chesha’s eyes, buried in the flowers, dimmed.

‘It’s not fun.’

Just as she was about to return to the castle.

Bang!

The wagon, which had been running wildly, suddenly shook with a deafening roar as if it would break apart.

It stopped abruptly, as if it had crashed into a huge rock.

A terrible scream erupted.

“Kkyaaaaak!”

A clear voice cut through the ear-splitting noise.

“Still not crying?”

The flowers loaded on the wagon soared into the air.

The dark view brightened.

Chesha’s eyes widened.

Amid the scattering flowers, the boy with the parasol slowly descended from the air onto the wagon.

Ishuel, who had thrown away his blood-stained gloves, grinned slyly.

“When are you going to cry, little sister?”