The Baby Fairy Is A Villain [EN]: Chapter 81

The Holy Empire of Hilderd and the Palen Empire shared a border, making travel between them relatively easy.

Consequently, many individuals eager to attend the Minor Saint Prayer Meeting were currently entering Palen’s capital.

They were awaiting the opening of Hilderd’s gates while also taking the opportunity to explore Palen.

With the Minor Saint Prayer Meeting fast approaching, spotting foreigners in the capital’s square was a common occurrence.

The large-scale participation of royalty and nobles in this Minor Saint Prayer Meeting wasn’t solely motivated by the allure of the ‘Fairy Queen’s Crown.’

It was rare for so many distinguished individuals to converge in one location.

They also sought to attend for networking and exchange of ideas.

Therefore, securing the qualification to participate in the Minor Saint Prayer Meeting was no easy feat.

Kiern had reportedly made a substantial donation to enable Chesha’s participation.

He claimed to have “uprooted one of the pillars of the Count’s family” to afford it.

But considering the Vasilians’ influence as masters of the underworld, it was likely an amount he could jest about and easily recover from.

In any case, the presence of foreign royalty in the capital wasn’t unusual.

The use of mercenaries as escorts was also commonplace.

While not frequent, disputes involving mercenaries in the streets weren’t entirely unheard of.

It was simply rare for all these elements to converge simultaneously.

It was a truly troublesome situation.

Royalty participating in the Minor Saint Prayer Meeting typically possessed either significant power or considerable wealth.

Moreover, as fellow participants in the same prayer meeting, Kiern, who was likely engaged in behind-the-scenes political maneuvering for victory, would find them challenging to deal with.

It was believed that the support of the participants also influenced the outcome of the Minor Saint Prayer Meeting.

Chesha bid farewell to Karha.

“Brother… Goodbye… Chesha was so happy to be with you all this time…”

“Hey, hey! Don’t send me away like that!” Karha clung to the iron bars, feigning tears.

Seeing his pitiful act, her heart softened, and she decided to hear his explanation.

“Why did you do that?”

Karha must have recognized the other party’s noble status.

And if they were foreigners, their clothes or accent would have made it obvious, allowing him to avoid conflict.

She was curious why he had provoked a fight and ended up locked in a cell.

Sensing her disapproval, Karha gave Chesha a pleading, cat-like look and whined.

“No, listen. I’m truly wronged, you know? I was just standing there, and they bumped into me.”

“Why would they bump into you if they weren’t a carriage?”

“Well, that’s probably because…”

Karha hesitated, then subtly gestured towards his waist.

He showed her the two swords hanging side by side and said, “They must have been after my swords.”

“…?”

“I was at the weapon shop. I was going to replace the leather on the handles.”

It was Karha’s usual weapon shop, the one he frequented whenever he visited the capital.

He always had his swords maintained there.

But the brother of a royal attending the Minor Saint Prayer Meeting had visited the weapon shop at the same time as Karha.

The man had admired Karha’s sword displayed on the counter and asked to purchase it.

Naturally, Karha refused to even consider it.

Then, the mercenaries guarding the royalty abruptly initiated a fight.

“In the end, well… it turned out like this,” Karha muttered gloomily.

He sighed.

Chesha sighed along with Karha.

“Which royalty are they from?”

Even if it was a small kingdom, Kiern might be able to intervene.

Hoping for the best, Chesha asked, but the answer she received left her stunned.

“It’s Skaya… Apparently, the crown prince came with the princess who is attending the Minor Saint Prayer Meeting.”

The maritime kingdom of Skaya.

A kingdom of rootless people who were originally pirates, seized an island, established a country, and are now proudly recognized as a successful maritime nation.

And the crown prince there was….

“Enchantress! Please marry me!” A marriage proposal addict who constantly pestered the enchantress Richessia to marry him.

“…….”

Chesha’s face turned grave.

‘Should I just tell the other Vasilians to handle this and quickly get out of here?’

Just as she was becoming overwhelmed by an ominous premonition, it suddenly became noisy outside.

The sounds of the security guards and Theo shouting could be heard.

A large presence rapidly approached, and suddenly the door burst open.

The light from outside flooded the dimly lit prison area.

“Is he here?” The somewhat cheerful voice hinted at a mischievous intent.

Chesha cursed inwardly and quickly pulled her hat down over her face with both hands.

Step, step, the footsteps drew closer.

“Hello, boy. I heard you’re having a hard time because of me, so I came directly…, huh?”

Chesha, wearing a hat and pressed against the iron bars, flinched.

“…Baby?”

A prison in the security office and a baby were hardly a compatible combination.

Chesha stubbornly pretended not to notice and didn’t turn around.

Meanwhile, Karha straightened up and retorted, “My name is Karha Vasilian, not boy.”

“Ahaha, right. Have you reflected on your actions a bit?”

“…….”

Karha made an annoyed expression but held back and said, “…Yes.”

The man chuckled again at the sulky response.

He said in a seemingly generous voice, “I didn’t know it was a cherished sword. But how about handing it over to me? I’ll compensate you handsomely.”

“It’s my mother’s keepsake.”

Karha, silencing the man with a single sentence, was indeed of Vasilian blood.

The man seemed slightly embarrassed, then smoothly changed the subject.

“Is this baby your sibling? It’s amazing that they came all the way to the security office to see their brother.”

Misfortune was befalling Chesha.

“Baby, hello?” The man reached out to Chesha.

Swish.

Chesha nimbly dodged his hand while clinging to the iron bars.

“Huh?”

Swish.

She dodged again.

“Huh?”

Swish, swish.

“…Huh?” She kept dodging!

Karha, who was watching, blinked, wondering what was happening.

Suddenly, he recalled a similar incident when he first met Chesha in the underground prison of the Snake’s Castle.

But Chesha was even more desperate now than she had been then.

As she diligently dodged, the man seemed to give up.

Just as she felt relieved, a hand shot out and grabbed her sides with a whoosh.

Chesha’s body was lifted into the air in an instant.

Her hat fell to the floor with a thud, and she heard a low chuckle in her ear.

“Got you.”

Clang!

Karha slammed his fist on the iron bars.

“What the hell are you doing? Don’t touch the baby!”

But the man ignored Karha’s cry.

He grinned and turned Chesha around to hold her.

“Let’s take a look at the baby’s face….”

His voice gradually faded.

Chesha stared at the man with a resigned expression.

The dark purplish hair was the first thing that caught her eye.

Well-tanned skin and a solid, muscular physique.

A man resembling a feline predator, as if he would hunt down prey at any moment.

The Crown Prince of Skaya, Itar Skaya.

“…Crazy.”

He spat out a vulgar word.

Itar, who uttered a word that was hard to believe coming from the mouth of royalty, exclaimed again, “Crazy, Enchantress…!”

She knew it.

Chesha hung limply, dangling from his grasp.

Itar was obsessed with the Enchantress.

What would happen if Chesha, a miniature version of Richessia, caught his eye?

He would definitely rush to possess her by any means possible.

In fact, Itar, who was hugging Chesha and feeling moved, already had a crazed look in his eyes.

“Boy, I don’t need the sword. I’m sorry for trying to take your mother’s keepsake.”

And he ended up doing exactly what Chesha had predicted.

“Instead, I want to take the baby to my kingdom.”

“…….”

The prison fell silent.

Theo, who had just entered to stop Itar, gaped.

Karha also stared blankly at Itar for a moment.

Then he sighed deeply and nodded to Theo.

“Chief of security.”

“…Yes?”

“Forget about insulting royalty.”

Swish, two swords were drawn.

With the gleaming blades, Karha smiled crookedly.

“I’ll go with regicide.”