The Baby Fairy Is A Villain [EN]: Chapter 67

The baby fairy seemed not to expect such a question.

Hাইল론’s hand paused.

Chesha smirked slyly to herself.

‘Answer me quickly!’

Honestly, she was curious about what Hাইল론 thought of her.

She looked up, a subtle expectation in her eyes.

An unexpected answer came from Hাইল론.

“There was no relationship.”

“……”

Chesha’s eyes wavered.

The paused long fingers lightly ruffled her golden hair.

Looking at the shiny golden hair, Hাইল론 was reminded of someone else.

“I thought there was some kind of relationship… but there wasn’t.”

‘What are you talking about!’

Chesha, unable to argue, felt a surge of frustration.

She even felt betrayed.

‘We were close!’
Hাইল론 and Richessia were both people without friends.

She thought they were the closest to each other, but she felt embarrassed when he said they had no real connection.

She felt like she needed to smack him with some flowers to knock some sense into him.

As soon as she returned to being Richessia, she would poke him with a thorn bush until he came to his senses.

While she was mentally planning Hাইল론’s re-education, he leisurely stroked Chesha’s hair.

His shapely lips slowly opened.

“If I had to say, she was his prey. Your mother was a predator.”

‘You’re talking nonsense.’

Chesha retorted, pouting, unable to help herself.

“Sir is so big, how could she eat him?”

And then an amazing thing happened.

Hাইল론 chuckled.

Chesha’s eyes widened at the sight of him laughing.

She could barely believe her eyes as she watched his cold eyes soften and the corners of his lips curl up.

‘He’s not usually so generous with his smiles.’

Even when she was Richessia, she had only seen Hাইল론 angry several times.

She had only seen him smile a handful of times.

‘Is he sick?’

Maybe Kieren was actually a powerful mage and had put Hাইল론 under mind control.

Chesha diligently examined his pupils with a sense of duty.

But his blue eyes were clear.

“That’s right. Much bigger than her.”

Hাইল론, muttering with a chuckle, cupped Chesha’s cheeks.

“What do you think?”

He teased her soft cheeks and asked in an uncharacteristically playful tone.

“If we meet again, should I devour your mother?”

She didn’t know why he was talking about devouring everything so fiercely.

Chesha argued for peace.

“Wouldn’t it be better to get along well…?”

Hাইল론 smiled again at Chesha’s words, as if he found something amusing.

Then, instead of answering, he pulled Chesha into his arms.

He hugged her tightly, supporting her with his arm.

‘Ack!’

Chesha, whose face was buried in his chest, raised her head sharply.

Then she saw Hাইল론’s face right in front of her.

Startled for a moment by the blue eyes that filled her vision, she froze like a rabbit caught in the headlights.

“Go to sleep quickly. It’s late.”

He coaxed her in a low voice.

It was a soft and even affectionate voice.

Chesha hesitated and then just closed her eyes tightly.

A large hand caressed Chesha with a comforting warmth.

Sleepiness washed over her like a wave.

Chesha fell asleep with a very uncomfortable feeling.

Thinking that Hাইল론’s behavior, which she had never witnessed when she was Richessia, was unfamiliar and strange.

***

No one could have imagined that Hাইল론 would be such a domestic man.

Not only Chesha, but everyone who knew him would have been surprised.

He was very devoted to Chesha.

The servants were no longer surprised when he sat her on his lap and fed her meals and snacks by hand.

He read her fairy tales every day, played with toys and dolls, took her for walks, and so on.

The man who had only held a sword in his life was now able to tie Chesha’s hair with a ribbon.

Chesha sighed, wearing the ribbon that Hাইল론 had tied clumsily.

‘Doesn’t he have work to do?’

She was getting tired of Hাইল론, who wouldn’t leave her side.

Judging by his behavior, he seemed to be planning to stay by her side, taking a break from work until Kieren came.

‘It’s going to be a problem if he gets too attached to me.’

She was already tired of the Basilian men, but it would be really difficult if Hাইল론 was added to the mix.

So recently, Chesha had changed her strategy and was acting like a rude, whiny, and grumpy 2-year-old, but…

This wasn’t working at all either.

“Eat.”

He sat Chesha on his lap and offered her a spoonful of milk pudding with a dessert spoon.

Chesha took a bite and frowned.

“I don’t like pudding.”

“Then?”

“I won’t eat it. Nothing.”

When she turned her head away, Hাইল론 carefully offered her another snack.

It was her favorite fruit sherbet.

“This too?”

Chesha rolled her eyes and said.

“…Just a little.”

When she took a bite of what he was giving her, Hাইল론 smiled again.

‘That’s the problem.’

Whenever she tried to cause trouble, she lost her resolve whenever Hাইল론 smiled happily.

Judging by the way he was acting, he was about to laugh even if Chesha blew up the mansion.

She was clicking her tongue to herself, wondering what to do with this guy.

“Sir Hাইল론.”

Daren, who had entered the reception room, reported with a stiff face.

“His Majesty the Holy King has come to the capital.”

***

The Holy King’s unofficial visit to the capital was solely to meet Hাইল론.

She had overheard that he was going back to the Holy Empire after a week’s vacation…

He couldn’t even stand those few days.

It seemed that the Holy King valued Hাইল론 that much.

‘Or fears him.’

Chesha’s eyes darkened for a moment as she recalled the eight scars on Hাইল론’s back.

But she soon smiled brightly.

In any case, thanks to the Holy King, Hাইল론 was forced to go out.

She finally had some time alone!

Chesha quickly sent a butterfly [a magical means of communication] to Hata and asked him to come to her.

“Lady Richessia!”

Hata appeared in his beast form, carrying a large bag.

He glared around with a determined look.

“So this is it. The lair of the white hair…!”

“Uh-huh.”

There wasn’t much time to explain in detail.

“The potion?”

“Ta-da!”

Hata proudly opened his bag.

Inside the bag, potion bottles were neatly arranged.

All fifteen potion bottles were potions to return to adulthood.

Hata, who had successfully completed his mission, boasted.

“I made a lot for now!”

He didn’t know what the problem was, so he manufactured them indiscriminately.

Chesha took one of Hata’s potion bottles and held it in her hand.

‘Okay. Let’s check the potion to return to adulthood first.’

Chesha opened the lid of the potion bottle.

And she poured the potion into her mouth in one gulp.

“…Huh?”

Chesha blinked.

She didn’t feel anything.

Her body was the same.

Still low eye level, short arms and legs, tiny body…

She stood there with her mouth open and looked at Hata.

“Why, why is this happening? Try eating this!”

Hata handed her a new potion bottle, sweating profusely.

Chesha drank the potions he handed her one after another.

But it was the same no matter how many times she drank it.

She was just filling her stomach with water.

Chesha was still a little baby.

Finally, she emptied all the potions.

Amidst the empty potion bottles rolling around.

Chesha, still a baby, stared blankly at Hata.

Her body was not returning to adulthood.