The Baby Fairy Is A Villain [EN]: Chapter 79

Baby Fairy is a Villain – Episode 79 (79/200)

[Shocking Scandal at the Milton Marquisate! The Marchioness and Her Secretary’s Love Affair, and…]

It was a truly sensational headline.

Chesha couldn’t help but make a little ‘ooh’ sound at the headline that practically screamed, “Read me!”

She sprawled out on the newspaper, leisurely kicking her feet as she devoured the article.

[The Milton Marquis’s precious only son, whom he fathered after replacing his wife three times, has been revealed to be the product of an affair—a cuckoo’s egg, as they say.

The cuckoo’s identity is none other than the Marquis’s secretary, Baron Kyler!

The Marchioness and the secretary, consumed by forbidden love…]

It was a very juicy article.

Chesha would bet her axe that Marquis Milton had screamed and shattered at least one teacup upon seeing the morning paper.

It wasn’t important that Marquis Milton was ruined; she wasn’t particularly interested in his family drama, so she skimmed through it.

The tabloid, obsessed with gossip, also prominently featured the Ivroyel Duke’s banquet from the previous night.

The descriptions and explanations of the banquet were incredibly detailed.

It described in lavish detail how much money Duke Ivroyel had poured into the event and how extravagant it was, and it also included information about the Basilian County.

[The Basilian County made its grand debut into society.

Their debut was a resounding success.

Individuals of unbelievable beauty, previously hidden away in the Black Forest of the East, appeared en masse at the banquet hall.

Their ethereal appearances were certainly impressive, but what the social gossips were most curious about was, of course:

“Which dress shop did the Basilian County get their clothes from, anyway?”

They immediately caught the eye with bold, innovative costumes unlike anything seen before…]

[In particular, the fact that Duke Ivroyel, who had turned down requests to be a godmother from countless noble families, became the godmother of Basilian’s adopted child was one of the most talked-about pieces of news from the banquet.

Also, she has recently taken the third child of the Basilian family as her disciple and is teaching them magic…]

The author wrote down social gossip that people would be interested in and added personal comments, so Chesha also read it with interest.

With Chesha diligently reading the newspaper beside him, Belzeon was silently signing documents.

The Basilian County was still staying at the hotel.

Therefore, except for the top floor, which they used as a common area, Belzeon was using a private room on the floor below as his office.

The desk was smaller than the one he used in the Count’s residence, so he couldn’t put Chesha on the desk as usual and instead placed her on the nearby sofa.

Chesha was spreading out the newspaper and rolling around there.

Belzeon, who was glancing at what Chesha was doing in between processing documents, suddenly spoke.

“Come to think of it, where’s the puppy?”

‘He’s asking so late…’

It’s been so long since Hata disappeared, and he’s only asking about it now.

Chesha shrugged and replied.

“The puppy went home.”

“Ah.”

That was the end of it.

Kieren and the three brothers were also not very interested in the puppy.

At least Belzeon had seen Chesha cherishing and taking the puppy with her while she was running away from home, so he was just asking about it.

The rest of the twins and Kieren seemed to have completely forgotten about the puppy’s existence.

Maybe if Hata reappears, they’ll say, ‘Oh, the puppy,’ and pretend to remember him.

‘Hata must be making potions…’

She felt bad thinking about him struggling alone to make useless potions.

‘I should just tell him to come back as a puppy and live with us.’

She decided to look for an opportunity to contact Hata soon.

“Young Master.”

A servant holding a letter on a stand entered the room.

Only one letter was placed on the stand.

It was a letter written on high-quality, pure white paper with a subtle silver sheen and sealed with blue wax.

She could tell as soon as she saw it.

It was a letter from the Holy Empire.

Belzeon accepted the letter with a complicated expression.

He used a letter opener to cut the wax seal.

Several sheets of paper came out of the thick envelope.

Belzeon skimmed through the contents and explained simply.

“It’s a participation certificate for the Minor Saint Prayer Meeting.”

Chesha, who had been lying on the newspaper, rustled and straightened up.

Belzeon put down the letter and looked at Chesha quietly.

He said in a low voice.

“Now that it’s come to this, it would be nice if you were to win. I think a garland would suit my younger sister well.”

Chesha’s cheeks flushed slightly.

It was because she didn’t expect Belzeon to say such a thing.

It seemed to be because she knew that the words he spoke with a blunt face were pure and sincere.

In particular, it was even more touching because she was not yet used to him using terms like “youngest” and “my younger sister.”

Belzeon chuckled at Chesha, who had turned slightly red.

“Baroness Malein is coming today, so you should stop playing around and get ready.”

He put down his quill and carried Chesha directly upstairs.

He talked about this and that while walking.

“Since the Minor Saint Prayer Meeting is coming up soon, and we have to travel down to the east afterward, we’ve decided to stay at the hotel a little longer.”

He had prepared a new townhouse, but something didn’t please Kieren, so it was still under construction.

Belzeon asked slyly, pretending not to care.

“…If you’d prefer to live in a mansion instead of a hotel…”

He seemed to be subtly concerned about her living in Hylon’s private residence.

That was because it was one of the most luxurious mansions in the capital.

Chesha knew the perfect answer for times like this.

“I don’t care where I am as long as I’m with you, Brother.”

“……”

This time, Belzeon’s cheeks turned reddish.

Chesha giggled as she watched Belzeon avert his eyes and pretend not to notice.

***

As the Minor Saint Prayer Meeting approached, Kieren became increasingly busy.

He seemed to meet with nobles during the day and work as a master in the underworld at night.

Today, he even used magic to fly to the Black Forest in the East.

He said he had to deal with monsters, so he probably wouldn’t be back until tomorrow.

Belzeon and the twins also became incredibly busy.

Everyone went out, leaving Chesha alone in the hotel.

Thanks to this, she had some free time, so she was contemplating taking the opportunity to visit Hata.

She was debating whether to just send a butterfly [a magical means of communication] or go meet him in person.

An unusual guest arrived.

“Hello.”

As soon as Chesha saw the huge man, she thought.

‘It’s a bear!’

The muscular man had an innocent face that didn’t quite match his imposing physique.

His thick, bushy eyebrows seemed to accentuate that impression even more.

He awkwardly came inside and looked at the baby sitting alone on the sofa, looking embarrassed.

“Uh……”

The man stepped back out into the hallway and looked for the employee who had guided him.

But the employee had already disappeared.

It seemed that while the servant was away for a moment, a hotel employee had guided him up here instead.

‘Still, if an employee guided him, he must be a noble with a confirmed identity.’

Despite his apologetic demeanor, the man’s overall presence was more reminiscent of a farmer or miner than a nobleman.

It wasn’t just because of his appearance, such as his tanned skin and sturdy build.

The bear-like man had a personality as innocent as his face.

The man scratched the back of his head and asked Chesha.

“Um… by any chance, where are the Basilian people?”

‘Could it be that he’s a little mentally challenged?’

‘Or is it that he simply has an unusual lack of prejudice?’

To seriously ask a baby something like this.

Chesha was dumbfounded, but she answered confidently.

“I’m Basilian! Chesha Basilian.”

“…Ah.”

The man’s face, which had been looking embarrassed, brightened a little.

“I’m Theo Nemea. I belong to the Capital’s constabulary [police force].”

‘Nemea Marquisate?’

Why would the Marquisate’s heir [youngest son] suddenly come looking for Basilian?

Theo told Chesha, who was puzzled, the reason for his sudden visit.

“Karha Basilian was apprehended by the constabulary… and is now in jail.”