The Baby Fairy is A Villain Chapter 31

Somehow, it didn’t feel right.

It was very, very, very ominous.

While she was tormented by the fairy’s intuition, Hata examined Chesha in his hand from various angles.

“Really what’s wrong….”

Chesha swayed with a gentle jingle, following the movement of his gaze.

As if seeing with his eyes alone wasn’t enough, he set Chesha down on the floor and began to prod and press her here and there with curious hands.

After sniffing the palms and even the soles of the feet for a while.

Hata looked completely serious.

Kneeling, he spoke with a face on the verge of tears.

“I don’t know…. Hata will try to make the potion again. Please wait for it.”

If she showed even the slightest hint of unease here, it would only make things harder for Hata.

Chesha gently patted his shoulder, as if to say everything was alright.

“Coz I’m not in a huwwy! Do it swowly.”

At Chesha’s touch, the drooping tail gave a soft, gentle sway.

“And for now, hiding behind the stoh. We don’ know if it’ll happen again.”

If Hilon were in his right mind, he wouldn’t do something like this again today…

The problem was, he didn’t seem sane at all right now.

‘Because he’s truly lost it.’

Just to meet the witch fairy, he was willing to break the unspoken rule passed down through the continent, ‘never to touch the Backworld’.

Anyway, even though he usually seemed normal, there were times he caused such a big mess that even Chesha was taken aback.

She pretended not to care, but deep down, she was scared, because with Hilon, that fool, you never knew what he might do next.

The best thing to do was avoid him ahead of time.

“Yees. Hata, will be careful.”

The kind and sweet Hata obediently followed Chesha’s words.

He decided to shut down all the shops in the Backworld, even the branch in the capital, and only take on orders delivered to him in person.

It was during a time when Chesha had been worrying about Hata for quite a while, with all sorts of concerns.

Hata pressed his lips together and spoke.

“But Richesia-nim also needs to be careful. Hata, so worried about you. We’re far apart….”

Chesha was touched by Hata’s caring words.

Ever since she’d been given the name witch fairy, no one had ever worried about her.

Only Hata always said things like this to her.

She found herself laughing again—Hata was just too cute.

If it weren’t for her tiny baby-sized body, she would’ve grabbed his cheeks with both hands and given them a good squeeze.

Feeling a bit bashful, she climbed onto Hata’s lap, sat up straight, and gently ran her fingers through his hair.

Hata’s face turned bright red in an instant.

Even the nape of his neck flushed with embarrassment, his shyness plain as day.

He let out a soft groan, leaning his head a little deeper into Chesha’s hand, as if savoring the quiet affection.

“Hata wants to stay next to Richesia-nim. I won’t even go to the store anymore!”

As if he had already made up his mind to stay by Chesha’s side, at the Basilian Count’s estate.

It was nonsense.

Chesha just let it slide and instead asked him something she was curious about.

“Butz Hatta.”

“Yes!”

“Habe you… ever visited the Basilians’?”

“No?”

Hata, who blinked with eyes full of clueless innocence, finally let out an “Ah,” as if he’d just remembered.

“I got a hat order at the capital shop recently, and one of them was from the Basilian Count’s estate.”

It seemed that the boutique shop where Hata delivered goods had received an order from the Basilians.

“I was going to surprise Richesia-nim with it…”

Whether he had planned to surprise her, or not, Hata looked terribly disheartened at the unexpected turn of events.

Knowing exactly how to comfort someone, Chesha asked what kind of hat he had made.

“Hata made a super cute baby hat! And a gentleman’s hat too!”

Hata, who had been feeling gloomy, immediately perked up and began proudly explaining.

Chesha gave him plenty of compliments so that he could boast to his heart’s content and feel better.

After being locked in a prison of praise for a while, Chesha glanced at the wall clock.

She checked the time and was startled.

“I habe to go back.”

It was time to return.

At Chesha’s brief farewell, Hata’s face fell again.

“When do you think you will be done? Hata feels lonely.”

“Uhmm, it might take a wittle wonger than I thawt.”

The original plan was to just drop in briefly and leave,

But, as always, the more you learn, the more suspicious the clues become.

Not something that would be obvious to anyone, yet faint and persistent traces of doubt continued to emerge.

Even with just the recent encounters, there were parts she hadn’t been able to grasp at all.

The Basilian Count’s household might somehow be connected to the Backworld.

‘Even Karha today…’

Why on earth did Karha visit Hata’s hat shop, which is in the Backworld?

It would be strange even if he came as a customer, but since it wasn’t that, it was even stranger.

Karha seemed determined, as if he had come to investigate something.

He had shown interest only in Kiern’s night outing before,

But now it seemed she had to look much more carefully into the twins’ excursions as well.

As Chesha began sorting through her complicated thoughts, she murmured to herself.

It felt like touching a massive snake.

At first glance, when she had seen only part of it, she assumed it was of a manageable size.

But the more she touched it, the more she realized she had no idea where the snake’s end was.

Endlessly continuing, like an ouroboros, with its head and tail connected.

But one thing was certain.

The stories known to the world about the Basilian Count’s household…

They only scratched the surface, a mere fraction of the whole.

 

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Chesha’s outing ended quietly and without incident.

The Basilian three brothers acted the next day as if nothing had happened at all.

The tension from that day was completely gone.

It seemed the situation had been handled neatly.

Meanwhile, Chesha was looking for an opportunity to discreetly investigate Kiern’s night outings.

Of course, it wasn’t easy.

After all, the twins never left Chesha alone.

Today, too, Chesha was being tormented.

“Here’s your tea, Captain.”

“Kay, I’ll eat well.”

When Chesha replied in a stiff voice, Ishuel giggled.

Chesha took a small sip of the warm milk in her tiny teacup, then nibbled on the cookies while giving a modest compliment.

“It’z bery delicious.”

“Thank you, Captain.”

Amused by Ishuel’s reaction, Chesha smiled faintly as she wrinkled up her nose.

Chesha was playing pretend tea party with Ishuel in the garden.

Ishuel had promised to entertain her younger sister and prepared for a tea party in the garden.

It was something completely unwelcome for Chesha.

But faced with those eyes full of anticipation, she couldn’t help but give in and started playing along.

Still, no matter how popular the pretend scenarios were, like “princess and prince,” “doctor and patient,” or “mom and dad”, Chesha didn’t want to play those roles.

So Chesha suggested, “Let’s play captain and subordinate.”

Naturally, Chesha was the captain.

As soon as Chesha proposed the idea, Ishuel laughed as if it was hilarious and agreed without hesitation.

Soon, they spread out a mat under the tree, set up a miniature tea set, and began their pretend tea party.

‘It’s not easy playing pretend to suit a child’s imagination.’

Sighing inwardly, Chesha took a quiet breath when Ishuel brought her a broken cookie on a small plate and held it to her lips.

“Please have this cookie.”

Chesha hesitated slightly but still accepted the crumbled cookie and ate it.

“How is it, Captain?”

“Dis one also good.”

Ishuel burst into giggles again, unable to contain her amusement.

“What are you two doing?”

Of course, Karha appeared again, never one to miss an opportunity.

“Speak of the devil, here he comes.”

Ishuel clicked his tongue as he saw Karha walking slowly.

Then suddenly, Ishuel’s face lit up and he shouted out cheerfully.

“Perfect! Captain, the second subordinate has arrived!”

“…Huh?”

Karha, who had just been about to sit down, froze awkwardly mid-motion.

Chesha quickly explained the situation to him.

“We’re pwaying pretend.”

“Then why am I a subordinate? Don’t kids usually play prince and princess or something?”

“Hate it. I’m the captain.”

“Well, fine. As you command.”

Karha, who reluctantly agreed, sat down next to Chesha.

Then he began munching down on the array of desserts that had been set out.

He grinned as he took a bite of a blueberry muffin with no cream.

“This really smells delicious.”

“Didn’t you have lunch earlier?”

“I did, but I’m still hungry.”

“Hey! Stop eating! The captain won’t have anything left!”

“The captain can’t finish all this anyway. At most, she’ll eat as much as a soybean.”

Thanks to Ishuel and Karha’s childish bickering, Chesha was finally able to sip her milk in peace.

Rustle, rustle.

Suddenly, a faint rustling came from the garden bushes.

Just as Karha was about to grab Ishuel by the hair, he froze and turned toward the sound.

“Dog smell…?”

At his slightly hesitant, uneasy voice, Chesha stiffened.

No way, right?

But, as always, her uneasy premonition hit the mark perfectly.

From the bush, which had been rustling gently, a small head popped out.

With a soft thump, it leapt forward, tumbling clumsily before coming to a stop in front of Chesha and the twins.

It was a very disgruntled puppy, covered in leaves from head to toe.

A soft, pale beige puppy with fluffy fur stood up firmly on all fours and barked confidently.

“Woof!”

It was Hata, transformed into a puppy…