The Baby Fairy Is A Villain [EN]: Chapter 62

The baby fairy narrowed his eyes slowly.

He gazed intently at Hylone, his eyes narrowed.

It was a much more docile reaction than expected.

‘That can’t be.’

Thinking to herself, Serea set down the teacup she had been holding so tightly that her knuckles had turned white.

Clink. The moment the teacup touched the saucer, Kieren opened his mouth.

“Perhaps….”

He tilted his head slightly.

Fine black hair scattered smoothly.

His lips moved slowly, and clear pronunciations popped out, snapping as if cut off.

“Are you… out of your mind?”

It was a question asked as if genuinely puzzled.

‘That’s my disciple.’

Serea chuckled with a face that was not quite a smile.

And she slowly chose a spell in her head, wondering what magic she should use.

Hylone was a formidable opponent, in a different sense from Kieren.

“I am sane.”

He retorted coldly and immediately fired back.

“It seems to me that Count Basilian is the one who is out of his mind.”

The lips that had only drawn straight lines held a faint sneer.

Kieren’s eyebrows twitched.

Hylone said in a calm voice.

“That’s why you’re being abandoned, Count.”

Serea couldn’t bear to watch any longer and squeezed her eyes shut.

‘It’s over….’

She sighed inwardly and pressed her hand to her forehead.

And as Kieren slowly rose from his seat, she also jumped up.

Kieren was smiling.

Serea swallowed a curse and gripped her disciple’s wrist tightly.

Then he called Serea in a gentle voice.

“Master.”

It was a voice that didn’t feel even a speck of anger, but Serea screamed silently as if she had heard a death sentence.

Kieren tapped Serea’s hand and smiled brightly.

“Let go. I must kill that bastard today.”

“You have to endure.”

Serea pulled Kieren back with all her might.

Then Kieren drooped his eyebrows and said as if wronged.

“Didn’t you see it too, Master? That guy is acting like he’s dying to die.”

Judging by his tone and expression, it was as if he was just being cute and complaining.

But the moment she was fooled by this and let go, she knew very well that today was the day the capital’s temple would be blown away.

“Count Basilian.”

It was when she deliberately called out his title to remind Kieren of his position.

A dazzling radiance flashed everywhere.

As if lightning had struck, a white light swept through.

Soon the light gradually subsided.

What appeared behind it was Hylone, who had drawn his holy sword.

The holy sword, made by consecrating sacred minerals produced only in the Holy Empire, was given to those who had been ordained as holy knights. [Holy Empire: A nation known for its religious devotion.]

It was said that the power and shape of the holy sword varied depending on the owner’s divine power.

‘But that much light….’

Serea frowned at the warning sent by her instincts.

It was a force so strong that her hair stood on end.

Hylone was pushing his divine power without holding back, increasing the power of the holy sword.

The holy knight holding the pure white sword was like a sacred punisher.

It was an appearance that would make even the innocent, not to mention the guilty, succumb to fear and intimidation.

Kieren burst out laughing.

He smiled slyly and stretched out his finger straight.

“Is that all you’ve got? Why aren’t you using that thing on your wrist? You’ve been drooling over it like a glutton since earlier.”

His red eyes flashed bewitchingly.

“Because you want to catch me.”

Hylone slowly pointed his holy sword.

He stared at Kieren, who was standing behind Serea, and provoked him.

“If you want to be properly punished, do your best, Count.”

The pupils of his blue eyes, filled with the radiance of divinity, narrowed sharply.

“I mean, don’t hide and bring out everything you have.”

The moment Hylone swung his holy sword, Serea unleashed the magic she had prepared in advance.

Clang!

The pure white divine power and the purple magic collided, creating a roar.

A huge shockwave erupted, shaking the temple building.

Thanks to this, one wall collapsed, and the temple ceiling flew off coolly.

Breathing in the night air rushing in from outside, Serea shouted.

“Sorry, Sir Hylone!”

She simultaneously chanted dozens of small spells to block the holy sword that was rushing towards her.

Fragments of broken magic scattered every time the holy sword was swung.

“I’m also in a position where I have to find my goddaughter. Absolutely! I am not acting with the intention of rebelling against the name of God! Or doubting divinity! I just want to take my goddaughter away!”

Hylone narrowed his brow slightly at the thunderous words.

It was nonsense, but Serea, who absolutely did not want to be dragged into the Inquisitorial Chamber [Inquisitorial Chamber: A place where people are investigated for heresy.], shouted with a vein in her neck.

“I also donate to the temple! Regularly! And in huge amounts! Keep that in mind!”

Kieren, who was watching Serea’s desperate defense from behind, said a word.

“So that’s why you didn’t have any money.”

“No, so shut up, disciple.”

Serea quickly drew a magic circle in the air.

The large magic circle flashed and shot out a meteor shower-like light.

The sound of the holy sword smashing the magic rang out like exploding gunpowder.

Amidst the chaotic melee, Kieren asked, dodging the fragments of magic pouring down on him.

“Master, are you on my side or that guy’s side?”

“I’m on my goddaughter’s side, so shut up.”

Serea waved her hand largely.

Her body shot forward with a whoosh.

Clang!

The magic circle and the holy sword collided right in front of her nose.

If she hadn’t blocked it, her body would have been cut in half.

Serea swallowed hard, seeing the merciless handiwork.

And she looked at the self-proclaimed holy knight in front of her.

Serea swallowed the thoughts she couldn’t bring herself to say.

‘If that’s a holy knight, then I’m a Saint King.’

She suppressed the urge to spew out curses and politely suggested.

“How about Sir Hylone backing down this time?”

“Step aside, Your Excellency.”

“Count Basilian cherishes that child very much. He can’t even sleep at night without her….”

She blurted out whatever came to her mind and completed the next magic circle.

As if annoyed by Serea, who kept blocking him, Hylone gracefully distanced himself and swung his holy sword.

However, Serea followed again and clung to his sword.

“I wish you would give the Count a chance to talk to the child alone. I ask as the godmother of Chesha Basilian.”

“I told you to step aside.”

A strange sound began to ring from the holy sword.

It was the sound of Hylone pushing his divine power to the limit.

He said to Serea expressionlessly.

“There will be no further warnings.”

“Tch, so rigid.”

Unlike her sulky tone, it was the moment when a clear tension settled on Serea’s eyes.

“Kkeuaaaaang!”

A baby fell from the sky.

The three men and women turned their heads sharply at the small figure falling at a rapid speed.

And they moved at the same time.

Serea chanted magic, and Hylone and Kieren jumped to the exact spot where Chesha was falling.

With a narrow margin, Kieren caught the falling Chesha.

Even if she was small, the impact would have been considerable because of the force of the fall.

Even so, Kieren caught Chesha lightly without changing his expression.

“Haa, Chesha….”

He held Chesha tightly in his arms and called her name in a trembling voice.

He rubbed his face against Chesha’s soft cheek and slowly raised his head.

“…….”

The entire temple was covered in pure white chains.

Entangled with black darkness.

The wriggling shadows and pure white chains tightly surrounded Chesha.

Like a solid net, so that the baby would never fall to the ground.

The holy knights and holy priests who rushed in late stared blankly at the black and white mixed scene.

The spectacle created by the black magician and the inquisitor.