The Baby Fairy Is A Villain [EN]: Chapter 93

She was being more emotional than necessary.

It was because she was being influenced by the emotions of the maddening fairy.

Even memories of the past that had been buried were resurfacing, bringing her to the brink of a complete mental breakdown.

Black darkness enveloped Cheshire.

The rage that had been soaring without end was suppressed by the chilling darkness, slowing its momentum.

The darkness and silence created by Kieren.

And the warmth conveyed from his hand.

The comforting sensation gradually dulled her sharply honed emotions.

Huddled in his broad embrace, Cheshire watched as Kieren and Hylone tore at each other while dealing with the slave hunters.

The men at opposite ends worked together, even as they loathed each other.

All to protect Cheshire.

Watching them, she felt a strange tingling inside her chest.

Unknown emotions filled the space where anger had vanished.

At fifteen, in the spring, she had manifested her fairy powers and fled from the slave hunters.

She desperately struggled to survive.

In the winter of her sixteenth year, she learned how to manipulate Phantasm [a magical energy or substance].

As soon as she fully awakened her powers, she dealt with the slave hunters first.

How did she feel back then?

She didn’t remember well, but Cheshire was definitely happy.

For nearly two years, she had been tormented relentlessly by the slave hunters.

She couldn’t even dream of revenge for her orphanage friends and the headmaster.

How exhilarating was the moment when she transformed from prey to predator.

The caterpillar that had crawled miserably on the dirt floor became a magnificent butterfly, and the fugitive who had been chased while begging for her life became a cruel slayer.

Cheshire took enough revenge to forget her past suffering.

After finishing everything, she was covered in blood, laughing madly alone in front of a mountain of corpses.

She laughed, laughed, and laughed again before bursting into tears.

She screamed, sobbed, and poured out all her emotions.

That day, when she wiped her tear-stained face with her bloodied hands, was the last.

Since then, she had never been greatly shaken by anything.

It was similar even after she came of age.

If she had to pick a difference.

It was only that she had gained the name “witch” while searching for her mother’s traces for years, and that she had started raising a dog named Hata.

But was it because her heart had weakened due to the maddening fairy?

She kept feeling intense emotions toward Kieren and Hylone, who were killing the slave hunters in front of her.

She couldn’t understand the reason herself.

Just, really just…

Cheshire wanted to cry.

‘How embarrassing.’

She wasn’t a child, and she was acting like this just because she empathized with a fairy and recalled some old memories.

She was so ashamed of herself for trying to reveal her weak side over such a trivial matter.

But even though she knew she shouldn’t show her weaknesses, it wasn’t easy.

Her eyes grew hot, and her nose tingled.

To hold back the rising tears, she clenched Kieren’s sleeve with all her might.

She gripped it as best she could with her small hands and gasped for breath.

Trying to calm her trembling body, she buried her face in Kieren’s chest and just kept breathing.

After a while, she felt a hand carefully caressing her face.

The large hand gently lifted Cheshire’s face.

The thought of shaking off the hand briefly crossed her mind.

But she only thought about it and followed where the hand led.

Kieren and Hylone were looking at her.

The same light flickered in their eyes, which had opposite colors.

It was concern and affection for Cheshire.

‘I shouldn’t have looked up.’

Cheshire immediately regretted it.

Because when their eyes met, really…

She couldn’t hold back.

Her vision blurred, and her eyes clouded over.

Tears finally fell.

“…”

Silence fell over Phantasm.

Kieren and Hylone froze.

The two men stopped like dolls with unwound springs and just stared at Cheshire.

Amidst the bewildered gazes, Cheshire sobbed alone.

She tried to stop crying, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stop the tears.

They poured out like a dam had burst.

Kieren, who had been frozen by Cheshire’s face turning red from crying, belatedly opened his mouth.

“…Cheshire, why, why are you crying? Did Daddy scare you too much?”

He was so surprised that he even stuttered in the middle of his sentence.

Hylone also looked visibly nervous.

She wanted to answer, but it was hard because her crying wouldn’t stop.

Cheshire just shook her head.

Then the two men became even more at a loss.

For the sake of those who were anxious, she wiped her face, which was soaked with tears, with her small hands.

It was a clean hand that wasn’t stained with blood.

Only clear tears remained.