The Baby Fairy Is A Villain [EN]: Chapter 84

It was a place she had only heard about.

A fantastical realm created by the mysterious power of a fairy.

Though born of fantasy, the events that occurred there were real.

There were even stories of those who, once captivated by the reverie of the Phantasmal Domain, could never return to the real world.

But Itar didn’t care.

He would gladly be trapped there for the rest of his life.

He found himself on a bizarre chessboard filled with broken and ruined toys and dolls.

“Hah, hah, this is it… the Fairy’s Phantasmal Domain!”

The unfolding of the Phantasmal Domain meant that Richessia was also here.

Itar, who had been panting like a dog, suddenly felt immense pain.

“Ugh!”

The pure white chains that had disappeared upon entering the Phantasmal Domain were now constricting his body once more.

Much more strongly than before.

Itar trembled in pain as he glared.

That damned Inquisitor had also entered the Phantasmal Domain.

‘Damn it. I’m the only one the Fairy invited into the Phantasmal Domain!’

Just as he was making contact with the butterfly, he was unfortunately bound by that strange chain.

It seemed that was why he had been transported into the Phantasmal Domain as well.

As he struggled against the chains, a clear voice rang out.

“Fresh prey has arrived?”

Dozens of flowers bloomed in the air.

The Fairy, who appeared amidst the flowers, sat cross-legged on a pile of blossoms, holding an axe.

“Ah, Fairy…!”

Seeing her after so long, she was beautiful enough to bring tears to his eyes.

The moment he met the ruby eyes in her cat-like gaze, which was tilted upward in a charming way, Itar was entranced.

She chuckled as she looked at Itar’s spellbound expression.

Her luscious blonde hair swayed lightly with her laughter.

Itar’s legs gave way, and he collapsed to his knees on the floor.

He couldn’t bear the ecstasy.

But the eyes that he thought would forever hold him turned elsewhere.

“…Why did you come, Hylon?”

Richessia asked, looking at the Inquisitor.

The Inquisitor, who had been silent until now, opened his mouth for the first time.

“Have I come to a place I shouldn’t have?”

“You’ve come to a place you weren’t invited.”

It seemed that Richessia hadn’t expected the Inquisitor to enter the Phantasmal Domain either.

She had hoped he would have his head torn off by the famous man-eating flower, but…

For some reason, the atmosphere between the Inquisitor and the Fairy was a little strange.

“…Me?”

“Yes, you.”

They exchanged short but subtly strange words and stared intently at each other.

Gooey emotions dripped from their gazes, intertwining like vines.

At that moment, Itar was a complete outsider.

Unable to bear the feeling of being excluded, he shouted.

“Fairy!”

She stroked her axe and smiled sweetly.

Itar, who had succeeded in getting her attention, shouted.

“Please marry me! I love you no matter who you are, no matter what you do to me. I will be loyal to you forever!”

Richessia burst into laughter at the passionate confession of love.

After laughing heartily for a while, she swung her axe.

In the blink of an eye, Richessia was right in front of him.

She was too beautiful to look at up close; her beauty was almost dangerous.

“This is just as well.”

She smiled slyly as she looked at Itar, who was gasping for breath.

“Contacting the Fairy, attempting to raid the Inquisitor’s manor…”

She said as if singing, then turned to the Inquisitor and said something unbelievable.

“Isn’t this enough to get him thrown into the Inquisitorial Office of the Holy Empire, Hylon?”

***

Hylon entering the Phantasmal Domain was an unexpected situation.

It seemed he had been dragged along because he was entangled with the holy relic, the Chains of Atonement.

It wasn’t a bad thing.

After all, Chesha’s plan was to throw Itar into the Inquisitorial Office [a branch of the Holy Empire responsible for investigating and punishing heresy] so that he couldn’t get out until the Minor Saint Prayer Meeting.

The reason Hylon hadn’t been able to properly interrogate Itar when he dragged him to the Inquisitorial Office before was that Itar hadn’t done anything truly wrong.

At best, he was guilty of chasing after the Fairy, and he had hardly ever made proper contact with her.

So Chesha was going to manufacture a charge.

“Watch closely, Hylon.”

She reached out her hand.

To brand Itar’s chest with a large mark of the hunted.

“He’s entered the Phantasmal Domain, and I’m going to mark him with my brand. I’ll make sure he’s caught as a heretic…”

Just as her fingertips were about to touch Itar’s chest.

“Stop.”

Chesha was startled by the firm grip that twisted her wrist.

“Don’t do it.”

The sharply spoken words were unfamiliar.

As she hesitated, he turned Chesha around.

Standing face to face, Hylon glared at her with cold eyes.

“Do you brand just anyone?”

“…Huh?”

She branded anyone.

She had been stamping the mark of the hunted countless times.

Hylon had clearly seen the marks Chesha left behind.

But suddenly, he was stopping her as if it were some incredibly special act.

“Don’t touch him, just feed him to your flowers.”

Then, he swung the chain as he pleased and threw Itar into the pile of flowers Chesha had been sitting on until just now.

Itar screamed.

His upper body was buried in the flowers, and only his lower body was visible as he struggled.

The thorny bushes crawled slowly, trying to devour Itar.

The legs that stuck out convulsed from the pain of the sharp thorns.

But because he was being eaten by the flowers, even his screams could no longer be heard.

Chesha hadn’t ordered him to be killed, so he was just sticking his head in the flower’s mouth…

But it wouldn’t be a pleasant experience, as he had to be trapped in darkness where he couldn’t hear or see anything.

“…Excuse me, Inquisitor?”

She was dumbfounded by the act of using man-eating flowers at will in someone else’s Phantasmal Domain.

Hylon didn’t care.

Rather, he wrapped the chain around her wrist, binding it tightly.

Both his arm and Chesha’s arm.

She was flustered by his slightly different behavior than usual and looked up at him.

His blue eyes seemed as cold as ever.

But that was all they seemed to be.

He looked down at Chesha at an angle and said.

“I’ll help you.”

“…?”

“I’ll hide you in my manor until your safety is completely secured. If you tell me who’s chasing you now…”

It was amazing to hear Hylon say so much so quickly, unlike his usual self.

Chesha quietly dissuaded him.

“You can’t help me.”

“……”

“If you want to help, drag that guy to the Inquisitorial Office and scold him until he cries.”

It would be easier to confirm him as a heretic if he entered the Phantasmal Domain and left with the Fairy’s mark, but he refused, so there was nothing she could do.

Hylon stared at Chesha silently for a long time.

“Richessia.”

His low voice pronounced the Fairy’s name in a way that was chillingly wonderful.

“Am I no longer your prey?”

Chesha couldn’t answer easily.

Because she remembered the story she had told him while lying side by side in bed.

“There was no relationship.”

“If I had to guess, I’d say she’s her prey. Your mother was a predator.”

Hylon didn’t seem to know that Chesha regarded him as somewhat special.

So she felt like she wanted to have a slightly, very slightly, different relationship with Hylon.

Something more developed than prey…

She was wondering what that was for a moment, but it seemed to have been taken in a different sense.

That the relationship was already over.

“The beginning and the end are up to you.”

The voice he muttered was somehow eerie.

Slowly, waves spread over his quiet and pristine blue eyes.

It was a slow but intense surge.

Something deep within him was changing.

Chesha stared blankly at the sight.

Then, without realizing it, she whispered his name.

“Hylon…”

She seemed to think that his fleetingly wavering eyes were beautiful.

And when she came to her senses.

Their lips were touching.