The Baby Fairy is A Villain Chapter 37

Chesha couldn’t look anymore and covered her eyes with her hand.

‘She was originally this kind of person.’

In front of the witch fairy Richesia, Miya had at least been somewhat modest, so Chesha had forgotten this side of her.

The twins blinked as they watched Miya’s surprising welcome.

Ishuel turned to Karha and asked,

“Why is she talking like that?”

“I don’t know.”

“Hmm, is she sick? Or is it something innate that makes her act uncomfortable?”

“Nooooeow!”

Miya, in the middle of her fuss, poked her head out.

“Look at this, meow.”

The fake ears on her head perked up.

Probably to show she was a shapeshifter, she seemed to be expecting the same reaction.

But the twins’ reaction was far from what she hoped for.

“I think she has a mental problem.”

“I see. So, do you just want to leave?”

Ishuel smiled brightly beside Karha, who was already preparing to go as if he’d been waiting for this moment.

“She doesn’t make clothes with her tongue, so it shouldn’t matter.”

Miya stopped fussing.

“You’re too much, meow…”

Hata, who had fallen behind to avoid talking with Miya, finally stepped forward.

“Do it in moderation!”

Hata put his hands on his hips and shouted with angry eyes,

“They’re guests brought by Hata. If you keep this up, Hata will get angry!”

“Yes… I’m sorry…”

Miya calmly returned to her normal tone.

Dejected, Miya removed the cat ears from her hair and the claws from her hands.

The twins’ lackluster reaction had clearly drained her fun.

“Welcome…”

Miya greeted them in a dull, almost meaningless way.

Compared to her lively entrance, it was a dry and uninspired welcome.

“Look at… the clothes… see them well…”

She lifted her slipped glasses and roughly pointed toward the clothes on display in the boutique.

Ishuel examined the garments one by one with sharp eyes.

Gradually, his cold gaze toward Miya’s noisy behavior softened.

As befitted the owner of a boutique in the Backworld, Miya’s designs were very bold.

Still, there were delicate details, and the overall craftsmanship was excellent.

All the materials used were of the highest quality.

In fact, Miya spent all the money she earned from selling clothes on buying materials for her creations.

‘But that’s why the clothes are so beautiful.’

Despite her strange behavior, Miya was a monster when it came to skillfully creating men’s, women’s, and children’s clothing.

Since her skills were undeniable, Ishuel had no choice but to like the clothes.

He glanced around the store, then leaned his face close to Chesha.

“How is it?”

Whispering in his ear, Chesha replied,

“I like it.”

“Then shall we leave it here?”

“Yeesh.”

As they whispered, Karha quietly joined in.

Chesha whispered to him as well,

“We leave it here.”

Karha had heard all their whispers anyway.

When she repeated herself without hesitation, Karha smiled.

Ishuel then approached Miya, who was slouched against the counter with a tired, fishy-eyed look.

“I want to order clothes for the banquet.”

“How many days are left until the banquet?”

Miya asked anxiously.

Ishuel, who could tolerate a bit of rudeness or eccentricity if someone had the skill, told her the remaining days with a faint smile.

“I need five sets of clothes: one adult suit, three children’s suits, and a baby dress.”

Miya’s mouth fell open.

She didn’t want Miya to find out that the witch fairy was involved, so she couldn’t go into too much detail.

The reservation for the store had also been made in Hata’s name, not Richesia’s.

So all Miya knew was that a noble guest was coming.

But this request was much larger than she’d expected.

Seeing Miya’s mouth hanging open in surprise, Ishuel calmly continued.

“I know it’s hard to make entirely new clothes. Could you do repairs instead? Add some decorations, change the design a little?”

The reputable boutiques in the capital were already booked solid before the banquet, and they wouldn’t even do repairs.

“Ha… this is tough, but…”

Miya propped her elbow on the counter and rested her chin on her hand.

She narrowed her eyes slightly and asked,

“Young master, show me your face.”

Ishuel, who had no qualms about showing off his looks, confidently pulled down the hood of his robe.

Rustle, his dazzling platinum hair spilled out, catching the light of the boutique and scattering it in all directions.

The moment she saw those ruby-like eyes framed by thick lashes—

“I’ll do it!”

Miya sprang from behind the counter and dashed over, circling around Ishuel.

“Aww, how is this even fair? You should’ve taken the hood off first!”

Ishuel wordlessly flicked a finger at Karha.

With a sigh, Karha tugged down the hood.

“Aaaargh!”

Miya squealed and covered her face with both hands, overcome with excitement.

And then, at last—

Ishuel revealed Chesha’s face with a flourish, as if saying, ta-da!

Miya’s expression turned reverent as she pressed her hands together and let out a vulgar exclamation.

“…Holy shit.”

She murmured under her breath, eyes wide.

“Cute. Cute. It’s so cute. Why are you so cute? You’re impossibly cute! Is it even legal to be this cute? What if she gets arrested for being too cute? Should I go to prison in her place?”

Chesha understood then—

Miya was absolutely crazy about Richesia’s face.

So when she saw baby Richesia here, there was no way she could resist.

Fortunately, however, she didn’t openly say that she looked like the witch fairy Richesia.

Or rather, it seemed she had no intention of saying it at all.

Ishuel snapped his fingers, and the cheerful snap cut through the air, pulling Miya out of her daze.

“Boss, calm down. I’ll tell you the vibe I’m going for, so keep that in mind—”

But before he could continue, he stopped short.

Miya, who had been giggling like a maniac only moments before, suddenly froze.

Her eyes flew open in terror, the fear as swift and visceral as if it had been etched into her bones.

It was as if that finger snap alone was a signal she recognized too well.

The boutique fell silent for a beat.

Even Ishuel seemed taken aback by her extreme reaction, clearly not expecting such a shift.

Chesha watched Miya closely, trying to read the sudden change.

After a few seconds, Miya slowly relaxed, her frozen expression melting away.

“…Oh, no. Nothing.”

She shook her head, almost as if she were shaking off the memory itself.

Then she snapped back to her usual self, voice suddenly bright again.

“It’s fine, it’s fine! Just tell me how you want the clothes to feel!”

Miya returned with paper and a pencil, diligently scribbling down Ishuel’s requests while occasionally wetting the pencil tip with her lips.

“The overall color palette is black, silver, and red… The lady’s dress should be opulent… And for the boys, something with lots of fancy accents…”

Her handwriting was so messy that it didn’t even need a secret code to be unreadable.

“I’ll send you the clothes as soon as I get home today.”

“Yes, yes. They should be ready by the morning of the banquet day. I’ll bring the clothes personally that day for any final fittings or adjustments that might be needed. I’d be glad if everyone could wait at home.”

Miya, who had been rattling off her words without pause, finally paused to glance up at Ishuel.

“Excuse me, what sort of budget should I keep in mind…?”

Flutter.

Ishuel put down a piece of paper on the counter.

It was a blank check.

Ishuel said generously,

“Do whatever you want.”

“I will continue to pay my allegiance, Young Master.”

Miya smiled as she accepted the check.

Chesha looked at her slightly anxiously.

‘A blank check… isn’t that basically robbing a fortune?’

She was uneasy knowing that Miya was a madwoman when it came to making clothes.

But the person who gave the money was so satisfied that she couldn’t say anything.

Ishuel, who came out of Miya’s boutique, had a very satisfied look on his face.

Even if he had to starve for the next three days, he praised Hata with an expression as if he would be full.

“Thank you for introducing me to such a nice store.”

“I’m glad you were satisfied.”

“Thanks for alleviating my worries. Come visit the mansion sometime. I’ll even serve you a meal.”

“Yes! Are you going home now?”

“I should.”

They talked in a warm atmosphere as they said goodbye to Hata.

Hata didn’t want to part from Chesha, but he quickly went and packed up his hat, transformed into a puppy, and returned to the mansion.

There was still much work to do.

He had no choice but to go back to the hat shop.

“It was a perfect outing.”

The moment she moved diligently to leave the Backworld while being embraced by a delighted Ishuel—

Suddenly, Karha moved.

He pulled out two swords and swung them, and Ishuel simultaneously hid Chesha in his arms.

Clank!

The iron net that fell from the sky was sliced in half by Karha’s sword.

“What! Did that child cut it with a sword?”

“Argh, Seapearl, what are you doing? Shoot the arrows quickly!”

“If the arrows hit, the goods will be damaged!”

Men armed with crossbows, nets, chains, and various weapons appeared from the tops of the store buildings on both sides of the street.

As soon as they showed up, the store owners quickly closed their doors, and the people in the street disappeared without a trace.

Ishuel’s face turned cold and expressionless.

“… Slave hunters.”

Chesha let out a sigh in Ishuel’s armsSomehow, she had hoped for a quiet day.

“Phew.”

After all, this was the Backworld.