The Baby Fairy Is A Villain [EN]: Chapter 92

Kieren was inherently suspicious, a trait he seemed to possess from birth.

He trusted very few, keeping only a select few close to his heart.

Instead of revealing his true feelings, he habitually wore a mask-like smile.

That was usually enough.

For most people, anyway.

In Kieren Basilian’s life, only two people had ever managed to break through his carefully constructed facade.

The first was his deceased wife, and the second was his youngest daughter.

From the moment he first saw her at the orphanage, he knew she was no ordinary child.

Her pink eyes, showing no fear of the Basilian who carried the blood of the black serpent [a family known for their dark magic and influence], were certainly unusual.

She seemed the perfect child he had been searching for to perform the Lesser Saint’s Prayer [a ritual requiring a pure soul].

But a fairy, of all things.

The flowers and butterflies blooming on the barren land were clearly a manifestation of a fairy’s power.

Watching the scene unfold, Kieren swallowed a mirthless laugh.

She possessed a face that strikingly resembled his deceased wife, captivating him from their first meeting.

And now, to discover she was a fairy, just like his wife?

If it were truly fate, it couldn’t be more perfectly aligned, or more conveniently timed.

The habitual flow of suspicion immediately took over his mind.

Could this child be a fabricated being, deliberately created by someone to deceive him?

‘Otherwise, how could she be so…’

Kieren gritted his teeth, his jaw muscles tightening.

It was not publicly known that he was the master of the underworld [the leader of a vast criminal network].

But eternal secrets were a myth.

Some knew the truth, and secrets inevitably leaked.

The scale of the underworld economy rivaled that of a nation.

Therefore, numerous attempts had been made against Kieren’s life and power.

They did everything they could to destabilize the master of the underworld.

When he first met Chesha.

The reason he had her wear a magic control device was because he initially suspected she might have transformed herself using magic.

It was a necessary act of verification, especially given the rumors of people falsely claiming connections to the Countess, having picked up trinkets or information from somewhere.

He didn’t let his guard down, even after that initial test.

Because Chesha Basilian was ‘too’ perfect.

The moment the child, who resembled his wife, smiled like his wife, and whispered the words his wife used to say to him, shook his heart terribly.

So Kieren suspected, and suspected again.

He watched carefully, waiting for the child to make a single mistake, to reveal her true nature.

But the more he observed and watched, the more deeply he fell for the child, sinking into her like a thick swamp.

He fell so deeply that he eventually came to believe he couldn’t live without her.

But at this moment.

Seeing the child who first recognized the fairy’s domain and caused flowers to bloom all around, the suspicion that had subsided flared up once more.

However, Kieren, who had been consumed by fiery suspicion, soon realized something.

Even if the child was a fabricated being, created solely to deceive him.

Even if it was clear that she would eventually stab a knife into his heart.

There was nothing he could do to prevent it.

He had no choice but to accept and love the child, no matter what she was.

No, rather, he found himself in a position where he had to beg for the child’s love.

“Can… Chesha be a Basilian?”

He needed to ensure the child would continue to want to be associated with the name of Basilian.

He had already irrevocably given his heart to her…

Kieren observed the child’s inexplicable anger as a fairy.

The scene of blooming flowers and butterflies fluttering everywhere was fantastic.

It was as beautiful as a scene from a fairy tale, but it also felt somewhat eerie.

It was because the blooming flowers seemed as if they would soon open their large petals and devour people.

‘She started to get emotionally agitated from the moment the slave hunters appeared.’

It was highly likely that she had empathized with the emotions of the fairy who created the domain.

Because that fairy was currently being hunted.

He felt a pang of sympathy for the small body trembling with anger.

The suspicion that had flared up like fire had long since died down.

Kieren didn’t want his child to be sad.

He gently covered the eyes of the child, who was beside herself with anger, with his hand.

He soothed her trembling body and slowly whispered.

“Why are you so angry, little one?”

The promise that he would do everything if she fulfilled just one thing was still valid.

The shadow beneath his feet wriggled.

“Chesha, stay still. Baby shouldn’t do hard work.”

He cast a sidelong glance at the slave hunters, their eyes wide open.

Their eyes, as they stood on the flower bed, were filled with a dirty, avaricious excitement.

It was because they had discovered a young and pretty fairy who had not yet been broken.

Kieren smiled thinly as he looked at the glittering eyes trying to put a price on his precious child.

And so that the child would not be surprised or frightened, he carefully hid a layer of the emotions and darkness he felt and whispered.

“Daddy can handle this kind of thing.”

The moment the words left his lips, the shadow soared.

The darkness that obeyed the will of its master was more cruel and merciless than anything else.

The slave hunters began to scream terribly.

They were hunters who had always been in the position of predators.

Having never been victims, they desperately fled in the unfamiliar situation.

They ran wildly across the flower bed, screaming shrilly.

Kieren chuckled as he tore off the fleeing bastards little by little with his shadow.

It was like a child tearing off the legs of an insect, cornering the hunters and making their bodies contort into grotesque shapes.

“Please, do it moderately.”

A white chain stretched out with a clatter.

The chain, piercing through the black shadow, caught the slave hunters who were fleeing with their limbs torn off in an instant.

Hailon glared at Kieren coldly with his blue eyes.

“I told you not to use black magic in front of others.”

“It’s okay because no one here will survive anyway, right?”

“Don’t be so sure about uncertain things.”

“Ah, are you thinking that an Inquisitor [an officer of the church responsible for suppressing heresy] might miss one or two when dealing with these kinds of guys?”

Hailon’s lips twisted slightly at Kieren’s sarcasm.

His blue eyes became a little less saturated, a hint of annoyance flickering within them.

“I’m worried that the Count will miss them.”

“…….”

“My skills are certain, but the Count’s are not.”

Kieren let out a short, hollow laugh.

At the same time, the chain rang out with a clear, sharp sound.

The clear sound spread loudly, followed by a scream of death.

Kieren frowned.

He held the child deeply in his arms, shielding her from the cruel sight, and cast a light magic.

It was a magic that prevented her from hearing the screams of the slave hunters.

The chain writhed, and blood splattered like a fountain in the wide flower garden where butterflies were flying.

White petals were stained red.

The sight of the flower garden soaked in red blood, as if it had absorbed raindrops, was eerie and disturbing.

Kieren, who was watching, smiled slowly.

Anyway, that bastard wasn’t right in the head either.

He was the kind of guy who didn’t know what he would have become if he hadn’t become an Inquisitor.

‘I should use him appropriately and then throw him away when he’s no longer useful.’

It was enough for him to be obsessively attached to the child.

Kieren gathered his power.

Black shadows soared between the blood-soaked flowers.

When he stretched the shadow towards Hailon as if by mistake, Hailon lightly frowned and shattered the shadow with his chain.

The shadow was shattered to pieces by the chain, which was imbued with divine power.

Kieren calmly turned the shadow to the other side and moved it.

The shadow swallowed the corpses of the slave hunters, twisting them into a disgusting, amorphous mass.

It was a perfect destruction of evidence, leaving no trace of black magic or holy relics.

“It’s someone else’s domain, so shouldn’t we clean up before we leave?”

Hailon indifferently retracted his chain at the brazen words.

He immediately came over and examined Chesha.

Not to be outdone, Kieren also scrutinized Chesha meticulously.

“…….”

She was burying her face in Kieren’s arms, so all he could see was the round back of her head.

The child, clutching Kieren’s clothes with her small fingers turned white, was silent for some reason.

With rising anxiety, Kieren licked his dry lips with his tongue.

He had made sure she didn’t see all the cruel things…

Did he make a mistake somewhere?

Was the child frightened by Basilian’s inhumanity?

Should he have pretended to be surprised that the Inquisitor was killing the hunters so horribly?

All sorts of thoughts swirled around in his mind.

It was then that the child’s body trembled slightly.

Even though he knew he had to wait, he couldn’t bear it and carefully reached out his hand.

He gently cupped the child’s face and made her look at him.

The child was biting her lips as if trying to hold something back.

She pursed her lips so tightly that her chin became wrinkled, and looked at him and Hailon alternately with her large eyes.

The pink eyes quickly became wet with tears.

They became as moist as roses covered in morning dew…

Small droplets began to fall, drip, drip.

Kieren and Hailon were petrified.