The Baby Fairy Is A Villain [EN]: Chapter 7

In the Black Forest of the East, an ominous rumor had long been whispered.

It was said that beings defying the providence of God dwelled within the forest.

Some even claimed to have seen monstrous figures of horrifying shapes in the Black Forest.

However, those who ventured into the Black Forest were so few that the circulating tales were dismissed as mere ghost stories.

Only a select few knew the truth: that monsters truly lived in the Black Forest.

Creatures resembling beasts.

Creatures resembling humans.

And creatures resembling mythical beings, now nearing extinction.

The Hilderd Holy Empire called these monsters ‘fiends.’

And the ancient duty of the Basilian County was to manage these fiends.

“Kkeuaek, kek, gueaek…!”

“Kkieeek!”

The fiends were of repulsive appearance.

Their skeletons were similar to humans, but their skin hung loosely, barely clinging to their bones.

It was a gruesome sight that would make the faint of heart vomit.

However, Kiernan indifferently swung his sword.

As the jet-black sword passed, the fiend was cleanly sliced in half.

Belatedly, crimson blood spurted from the smoothly cut surface.

Kiernan, lightly stepping back to avoid the blood, frowned.

His red eyes gleamed with a dangerous light.

“……”

Kiernan paused his sword for a moment, catching his breath.

It wasn’t because he was tired or exhausted.

A sweet voice echoed in his head.

“Kiernan.”

A fleetingly beautiful voice, like a midsummer night’s dream, whispered words that drove him mad.

“Kiernan, I love you.”

It was a bad sign.

He shouldn’t shed any more blood here.

A rational judgment was made that he should stop here for today.

But at the same time, Kiernan felt an urge.

The urge to hear the voice more.

Even if he was ruined and broken.

He had already endured for too long….

He licked his dry lips with his tongue.

The hand holding the sword tightened, and blue veins bulged on the back of his hand.

A chillingly captivating smile bloomed on his lips.

Just as he was about to swing his sword again.

Beeeee!

The sound of a bird chirping was heard.

Kiernan looked up at the sky.

A large hawk was circling in the blue sky.

As the knight following behind whistled briefly, the hawk immediately flapped its wings and approached.

A red cloth was tied to the hawk’s leg.

The little child he had left at the castle came to mind.

Thinking of the clear, pink eyes like delicate flower petals staring at him, his hazy mind cleared slightly.

‘I almost did something crazy again.’

Kiernan scoffed at himself and swung his sword to shake off the blood, then commanded.

“Take a break.”

At Kiernan’s command, the knights only pushed back the fiends they were fighting and sheathed their swords.

Kiernan, handing his sword to his squire, immediately went to the knight in charge of the messenger hawk.

The knight, reading the letter received by the messenger hawk, was startled and straightened his posture.

“There’s been a problem at the castle.”

“A problem?”

Kiernan smiled slightly and asked back.

Then the knight became even more nervous.

He moved his stiff tongue, sweating profusely.

“There was an attempt to kidnap Lady Chesha. Fortunately, Master Ishuel found her right away.”

Kiernan raised one eyebrow.

“Unexpected. I thought Karha would find her.”

“It seems Master Karha was having a meal.”

“Ah….”

“The kidnappers are imprisoned in the dungeon, and Master Karha will interrogate them himself.”

Kiernan nodded lightly and held out his hand.

The knight, quite embarrassed, belatedly realized what he wanted and offered the messenger hawk’s letter.

Kiernan chuckled and read the letter.

Since it was sent by messenger hawk, it was naturally just a brief summary.

He had already been fully briefed by the knight, but he deliberately checked it anyway.

He just wanted to.

Amidst those surprised by his unusual behavior, by the time he had finished reading the letter, his foggy mind had cleared up considerably.

Kiernan threw the letter to the floor with a flick.

The shadow beneath his feet swallowed the letter.

“Return to the castle.”

At Kiernan’s command, the commander of the knights immediately stepped forward to dissuade him.

“But we haven’t reduced the number of fiends yet.”

“A day or so is fine. Let’s come back tomorrow. Right now……”

Kiernan drooped his eyes.

He pretended to be on the verge of tears and said.

“I’m so worried about my youngest daughter at home that I can’t do anything.”

***

Scribble, scribble.

The quill smoothly glided across the paper.

Elegant calligraphy was born from the tip of the pen.

Chesha watched Belzeon handling the documents with curious eyes.

‘He seems to work harder than Kiernan?’

He really looked more like a Count than Kiernan.

“Brother.”

A thin, beautiful voice called Belzeon.

Ishuel, holding Chesha in his arms, approached the desk.

And he gently placed Chesha on the desk.

“I want to have this.”

Belzeon, who had only been looking at documents, finally turned his gaze.

Ishuel smiled brightly.

Chesha thought Belzeon looked like he was cursing with his eyes.

Belzeon placed the quill in the pen holder.

“You’ve been up to unnecessary things.”

Ishuel didn’t care about the cold criticism.

“It would be nice to have something this pretty and cute in our house too. Look. She’s as pretty as me, Brother?”

“……”

“She’s not afraid of anything. She fits in well with Basilian.”

Ishuel grabbed Chesha’s hands, one on each side, and moved them around.

Chesha, who was struggling as he pulled her, made a sound of dislike, “Euwoo.”

Then Ishuel chuckled.

“Do you hate it?”

“I hate it.”

As soon as she answered, a finger poked her cheek.

It was a mischievous touch, like poking a soft bun.

Chesha frowned, making an angry face.

‘Do you want to die!’

But it didn’t give off much of a threat.

Ishuel smiled as if she was cute and said.

“I knew you could talk. I thought your tongue was cut off.”

“…I have a tongue.”

“Really? Stick it out.”

She didn’t know why he was being so annoying.

Still, since he was the one who saved her, Chesha stuck out her small tongue.

She stuck her tongue out, making a “Bleeh” sound, and Ishuel chuckled again.

Chesha frowned.

He was acting loose, but Ishuel had great strength.

She hadn’t seen it properly because she was buried in the flower petals….

Morgan and the one-eyed man were subdued by the eleven-year-old boy without making a peep.

Chesha examined Ishuel as if exploring.

Then Ishuel brought his face closer as if to show her more.

“Eueh.”

Chesha recoiled in disgust.

Belzeon, who had been watching the two, chuckled and said.

“Are you also going to participate in the Count’s disgusting acts?”

“Well… I don’t know about that yet.”

Ishuel, who had taken Chesha back into his arms as she ran away, shrugged.

“I just like her. Enough to make her my sister.”

“Ishuel.”

“Yes, Brother.”

“You’re not saying that because you don’t know that this isn’t just about adopting a daughter, are you?”

“I know.”

The eyes of the two boys met.

They stared at each other without backing down, then Ishuel smiled softly.

“But it seems like it will be fun.”

Perhaps he thought it was impossible to communicate.

Belzeon, who had given up on the conversation, simply moved his eyes to look at Chesha.

“You there.”

Chesha pretended to be startled by the cold call.

“Leave the castle. I’ll help you.”

‘What are you talking about? I haven’t even investigated properly yet.’

She absolutely couldn’t be kicked out like this.

Chesha expressed her intentions diligently.

“This is a good place.”

Belzeon blinked at Chesha’s answer.

He asked back, quite embarrassed.

“Why on earth…?”

“I like Daddy.”

As she clearly stated her intentions, Belzeon jumped up and placed his hands on the desk.

And he leaned in close.

Chesha’s eyes widened at the sudden closeness.

The bright red eyes stared into Chesha’s eyes right in front of her nose.

Belzeon, who was sticking so close that their breaths touched, muttered.

“…It doesn’t seem like she’s being mind-controlled.”

To be suspected of mind control for praising Kiernan.

It was a moment to know Kiernan’s usual reputation.

Belzeon, who sat back in his chair, ran his hand over his dry face.

He frowned, his straight eyes narrowed, and muttered.

“To like the Basilian Count. Without even knowing what he’s trying to do……”

That’s what she came here to find out.

Chesha looked at Belzeon with eyes that said she didn’t know anything.

His eyes briefly flickered at the innocent expression.

He looked at Ishuel, reassessing her small and fragile body, which was amazing that she could even walk.

“What do you want to do?”

“What, Brother?”

“I’m asking if you’re going to help the Count.”

Belzeon’s eyes became sharp like blades.

“The disgusting act of trying to revive the dead.”