The Baby Fairy Is A Villain [EN]: Chapter 68

Chesha dashed to the mirror and screamed.

“Kkyaaa!”

Seeing the tiny baby reflected in the mirror, she felt faint.

She grabbed her hair with both hands and tugged as hard as she could, trying to deny reality.

But nothing changed.

Chesha was a baby.

“Wow, I’m going crazy…. I’m gonna go crazy……!”

Chesha burst into tears.

“What is this!”

Hata fidgeted beside her, groaning.

“This can’t be happening! Hata made it perfectly, why, why…….”

Hata rummaged through his pockets and pulled out a few more potion bottles.

Then he drank the potions himself.

Before Chesha’s eyes, Hata transformed into a baby with a *poof*.

“I can become a baby too.”

He drank another potion.

“And I can easily return to my original form.”

*Poof*, he returned to normal.

Hata muttered in dismay, holding the empty potion bottle.

“Why doesn’t the potion work on Lichesia-nim?!” [Honorific suffix indicating respect].

Hata screamed beside her, “Kkyaaa!”

Chesha slumped to the floor.

“I’m going insane…….”

She genuinely wanted to cry.

But with a baby’s short limbs, she couldn’t even properly express her despair.

Grasping her dizzy head, she barely managed to continue thinking.

“It’s not Hata’s fault.”

Hata couldn’t have made a mistake while making the potion.

Chesha’s puppy was very talented.

In fact, it was working perfectly fine on Hata right now.

“My body must be weird……..”

For some reason, the potion didn’t seem to work on Chesha.

Would she be unable to return to her adult form forever?

Did she have to live as a baby forever?

If the witch Lichesia turned into a weak little kid, there would be guys foaming at the mouth, eager to pounce on her.

No matter how skilled Chesha was as a witch.

There was a limit to the power she could use with a baby’s body.

The weakened witch would become delicious prey, torn to shreds.

‘It’s hard to take care of Hata too.’

Hata, who was protected by the witch’s notoriety, would naturally die with her.

She could mimic her adult appearance using Illusion, but she couldn’t live in Illusion all day long.

Once Illusion was cast, it consumed an enormous amount of power, making it impossible to maintain continuously.

Thoughts raced through her mind.

After hypothesizing and reasoning through dozens of scenarios.

Chesha had only one option left.

A way to continue obtaining information about the fairy experiments.

To legally infiltrate the Holy Empire.

And to be protected by the most powerful ally.

That was…….

To live as Chesha Basilian.

***

The old priest was ordinary.

He smiled contentedly as he watched the children playing in the street.

The children, who were kicking a small ball around, cried out.

The ball rolled to the priest’s feet.

“Priest! Please throw the ball!”

The old priest bent over with a grunt.

He picked up the ball and threw it high.

Unbelievable for an old man’s strength, the ball shot out powerfully.

“Wow!”

The children exclaimed joyfully and caught the flying ball.

“Thank you!”

The children who received the ball shouted loudly and ran off.

Then they started playing ball again.

The smiling old priest frowned as he looked at the sleeve that had been pulled back while throwing the ball.

It was because of the prosthetic arm that was briefly revealed between the glove and the sleeve.

The prosthetic arm, made of white mineral, faintly radiated a sacred aura.

Like the holy swords of the Holy Knights.

The old priest, who pulled his sleeve back down, looked up at the distant sky and muttered.

“It’s a nice day.”

It was a murmur that seemed to pass by like a soliloquy.

However, after he finished speaking.

Not long after, a man walked out of the darkness of the alley.

The man with dazzling silver hair was wearing the uniform of a Holy Knight.

The man knelt on one knee in front of the old priest.

A cold voice greeted him.

“The First Inquisitor, Haylon. In the name of God, I greet His Majesty the Holy Emperor.”

The old priest was the Holy Emperor of the Holy Empire, Sianor Hildred.

Haylon stared blankly at the Holy Emperor’s face.

No one would think of the old priest in front of them as the Holy Emperor.

Because those with great power were free from aging.

No one would imagine that the Holy Emperor, who should have the greatest divine power in the Holy Empire, would be such an old grandfather.

In fact, the Holy Emperor had also maintained a youth that did not match his age in the past.

However, due to the incident that day.

Holy Emperor Sianor lost most of his divine power and both arms.

He was currently wearing prosthetic arms made of consecrated minerals.

The prosthetic arms allowed him to use abnormal strength, but that was all.

He could no longer perform miracles using endless divine power as he had in the past.

Nevertheless, he was still the Holy Emperor of the Holy Empire.

“It’s a good day to meet my knight.”

He was the owner of Haylon.

“It’s been a while, Haylon.”

Sianor looked down at Haylon.

The wrinkled eyes always seemed to be smiling with narrowed eyes.

Haylon asked him in a low voice.

“Have you come to ‘educate’ me?”

Sianor looked at Haylon with a look of surprise.

“Since when have you cared about such things?”

“I requested a week’s rest. Please allow me rest now.”

“…….”

At the firm response, Sianor paused.

His eyebrows twitched.

But soon Sianor regained his benevolent face.

“What education? A child who never made such a request suddenly takes a vacation…. I was worried and came to see you.”

Worried, huh.

He must have been worried.

Not about Haylon, but about his own safety.

“The temple affairs have been resolved well. Duke Ibroiel and Count Basilian have sent letters directly.”

They apologized politely for the misunderstanding and offered donations for the reconstruction of the temple.

“I heard the report from Daren. He said you used a child as bait for the investigation, but there is still no confirmation that he is a heretic, is there? Return the child to his family.”

Haylon did not answer.

Then Sianor laughed heartily.

Haylon continued to remain silent with a cold expression.

It was a rude act, but the Holy Emperor did not scold Haylon.

He did not care about Haylon’s silence, but rather recalled the past with joy.

“It was like that in the past too. Whenever something unpleasant happened, you always kept your mouth shut. You choose to be punished rather than speak honestly, how stubborn.”

It was a past that only Sianor considered a memory.

The memories of being educated and punished by him spread redly in his mind.

Haylon slowly lowered his gaze.

It was to avoid showing his rebellious spirit towards the Holy Emperor.

“You are the finest sword I have ever created, Haylon.”

His hand touched his head.

Haylon, who hated being touched by others, endured the insect-like sensation.

The prosthetic arm hidden under the glove reacted to Haylon and scattered a faint light.

Sianor, who checked the sacred light by rolling up his sleeve, said in an emotional voice.

“I created it by giving everything I had…….”

Sianor’s hand, which had been caressing for a while, fell.

He looked at the prosthetic arm that had lost its light with regret and let out a faint sigh.

He lowered his sleeve and hid the prosthetic arm again, saying.

“I trust you, Haylon. Do as you wish.”

“Thank you.”

“Is that child attending the Minor Saint prayer meeting?”

“…Yes.”

“I’ll have to keep an eye on him.”

The Holy Emperor, who spoke kindly, seemed to be in a good mood.

It was thanks to confirming that Haylon was still well in his grasp.

It was happiness he enjoyed because he did not yet know the truth.

The truth that the Holy Emperor’s sword was about to cut down its master.