The Baby Fairy is A Villain Chapter 33

Chesha, who had been peacefully eating in the midst of chaos, suddenly lost her appetite.

Just as she was about to add some grilled lamb to her plate, she set the fork down again.

She then pinched her arm.

She pinched it hard, hoping it was a dream, but it hurt quite a bit.

Chesha looked down beneath the dining table.

There, as if it were perfectly natural, sat a puppy with an expression that seemed to say, ‘Is this a dream?’.

Meanwhile, the twins were deep in conversation, completely engaged.

“But the store might go out of business.”

“What?”

“I went by the other day and there was a commotion. Even if it’s just some inventory reshuffling or whatever… what if they actually close it down?”

Karha, speaking seriously, insisted that they had plenty of fine hats and accessories, and even if a few were damaged, there would still be more than enough.Beneath the table, Hata pretended not to hear, but his tail swished gently, as if pleased by the praise and attention.

Ishuel responded quietly.

“For a store operating in the Backworld, its design might be terrible.”

“I’m not kidding. Hey, seriously, believe me.”

“Hmm.”

But something felt off.

Never mind Karha, even Ishuel seemed to know a lot about the Backworld.

There had always been suspicion, but what possible connection could there be between the underworld and the secretive Count of Basilian, who had vanished into the Eastern Black Forest?

And yet… they were still just kids.

‘Karha even had a past visit to that hat shop.’

While Chesha hurriedly sorted through her thoughts, Ishuel and Karha had already come to an agreement.

“Alright. Let’s go check it out.”

“Yeah, let’s go. When should we?”

“The sooner the better, right? How about tomorrow?”

“Sure.”

Watching the twins enthusiastically sketch out a plan, Chesha let out a small sigh.

She had a feeling that when they went to the shop, they’d find the door locked tight.

‘The owner of the hat shop is currently under the dining table, gnawing on beef jerky…’

At first, when Hata’s hat shop had been mentioned, she’d been startled. But after thinking it over calmly, she realized that simply waiting might resolve everything.

‘Just pretend I know nothing.’

It felt like her lost appetite had returned.

Chesha pushed the twins aside mid-conversation and resumed eating.

“Why are you all so fussy? I told you to stick to the meal schedule.”

At that moment, Belzeon appeared in the dining hall.

He looked as though he had just finished going through paperwork, there were faint ink stains on his fingertips.

“Brother!”

Ishuel suddenly sprang up from his seat and rushed over to him.

Belzeon was caught off guard by the burst of enthusiasm.

“The clothes I ordered today, they’ve arrived! Did you happen to see them?”

But by now, Belzeon was so accustomed to Ishuel’s eccentric obsession with fashion that he only gave a look of quiet understanding.

He listened to Ishuel’s chatter, gradually regaining his usual indifference.

In the end, he simply nodded.

Clearly, this wasn’t the first time something like this had happened.

Maybe it’s not that the clothes are strange, maybe Ishuel just has extremely high standards.

That was the thought that crossed Chesha’s mind.

Belzeon’s resigned reaction, and Karha’s complete indifference, only made it seem more plausible.

“I specifically ordered from the most famous boutique in the capital, and this is what I get? They didn’t even bother to check the measurements, they just sent whatever they felt like.”

If he had known it would turn out like this, he might’ve just gone to their usual shop in the eastern territory and placed an early order there.

He pouted, sulking.

Now visibly irritated, Ishuel began to grumble under his breath.

“They give all the good items to other noble houses, and send their worst outfits and accessories to us. Is that it?”

But the more she thought about it, the more it seemed like that might actually be the case.

‘Could it really be true…?’

Hata had mentioned that his shop had recently received a hat order from the Basilian family.

If the hat had been made by Hata, Ishuel surely would’ve liked it.

But judging by the situation now, it seemed the hat Hata made had been delivered to another noble family.

What was meant to be a token of sincerity—intended for Chesha to wear—had ended up somewhere else, as if it had been misdirected.

Anyone could tell that was an exceptional hat.

From the tailor’s perspective, it made perfect sense, they would naturally prefer to give their best pieces to well-established noble clients in the capital rather than to a lesser-known house from the East.

Having a prominent figure wear their creations would serve as excellent publicity.

“Should we look for a new boutique?”

Belzeon cautiously suggested, trying to comfort Ishuel.

But Ishuel simply shook his head.

“There’s not much time until the banquet, so I’ll make do with a few appropriate outfits and try to find at least a halfway decent hat and some hair ornaments.”

With a sigh, he exhaled softly.

“It’s the Basilian family’s first debut in the capital…”

Then, a sudden spark lit up in his eyes.

“Whatever it takes, I’ll find a way to fix this, brother.”

 

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There was no one who could stop Ishuel once he got worked up.

Even Belzeon followed his decisions without question.

Kiern hadn’t shown up today, but he likely would’ve said the same, just let Ishuel do as he pleases.

That was how deep his obsession with clothing ran.

The men of the Basilian family were well aware of this by now, and wisely chose not to interfere.

“Haa, this is seriously tacky.”

After Belzeon mentioned he had something to discuss and took Karha with him,

Ishuel, who remained in the dining hall, brought Chesha and the puppy to the dressing room.

Inside, five mannequins stood in a row, each dressed in outfits recently delivered from the boutique.

The moment Ishuel laid eyes on them, his irritation flared once more.

“If we tore these up, they’d make great window rags. Right, little sis?”

Chesha examined the clothes.

Four formal suits, one small baby dress, and a variety of accessories.

The custom-made outfits weren’t bad.

In fact, they were decent enough.

It was a famous boutique, after all, at the very least, their work was reliably satisfactory.

But I think I understand why he’s angry.

What Ishuel wanted wasn’t just ‘decent’ clothes.

He wanted perfection.

It’s their first debut in the capital’s social circle, of course he’d want them to look their best.

All the Basilians possessed striking looks, practically made to be styled.

Ishuel couldn’t help but be ambitious,  he wanted them dressed to perfection, to make the Basilian family the stars of the banquet that day.

“This dress is just…”

Ishuel scowled even more deeply when his eyes landed on Chesha’s dress.

As he fiddled with the fabric, his voice turned colder than Belzeon’s.

“Even if I personally rummaged through the slums or pulled something out of the trash, it would still be better than this. Even a curtain from the Snake Castle would look prettier.”

Chesha, recalling the stiff and heavy curtains of the Snake Castle, didn’t agree, but chose to stay silent.

Hata, nestled in Chesha’s arms, seemed slightly…

Slightly turned into a scaredy-cat by Ishuel’s scornful tone.

“I clearly said to add lace here!”

Still, Ishuel’s eye for clothing was sharp.

As he paced around the four outfits, muttering about what to change and which accessories to pair, it was clear he was planning everything meticulously.

Chesha, who had been nervously stroking Hata’s paw, reacted eagerly the moment her eyes met the mannequin.

“You have work hwad!”

Ishuel let out a sigh of frustration and hugged Chesha, along with the puppy in her arms.

“I still don’t like it.”

He pouted.

Watching him sulk so naturally made one wonder…

Why had Ishuel become so interested in dressing up?

The Snake Castle, owned by the Basilian family, had always carried a rather austere atmosphere.

Kiern dressed well, but no one in the family was as obsessed with fashion as Ishuel.

He had grown up alone in a place that lacked any such influence, so curiosity was only natural.

Unable to hold it back any longer, Chesha asked,

“Why do you like clothes so much, Orabeoni (older brother)?”

“Hm? No particular reason, though.”

Ishuel simply said he liked dressing up and brushed it off casually.

Still, as if there might be more to it, his gaze drifted away, lost in thought.

Then, as though something had just come to mind, he spoke.

“Ah, at the very beginning…”

Ishuel smiled faintly, as if it were nothing.

“It was because I didn’t want to look like someone who didn’t have a mom.”