The Baby Fairy is A Villain Chapter 38

It was an entirely unsurprising event.

Originally, the Backworld was a garbage dump where trash naturally gathered.

Over time, it developed a unique charm and, simultaneously, a certain allure, drawing people from outside who came and went.

But in the end, it was nothing more than a lawless zone for free crime.

Even the nobles who visited to indulge in the thrill of danger were well aware of this.

They pretended to be adventurous and brave, but it was all just talk.

They always brought along a retinue of the most skilled mercenaries and knights to protect them.

After all, it was a place where lives were easily lost.

No one there cared about the status of nobility.

Young boys and a baby wandered unescorted in such a Backworld.

They were so full of spirit, they looked like they had a death wish.

Still, if they were lucky, they might have been able to leave quietly.

It was a place where everyone walked around without paying much attention to those around them.

But even though they were covered from head to toe in hooded robes, both the twins and Chesha exuded an aura that somehow drew people’s attention.

Because of that, it seemed they had become a target for slave hunters.

“Wow!”

As he swung his sword, Karha’s hood fell off.

The boy’s clear face made the slave hunters even more excited.

“Look at that face!”

“Where did something like that come from?”

They giggled among themselves, already arguing about how much he would sell for and making a fuss.

Chesha looked at them with mocking eyes.

‘They’re low-class.’

The hunters who trafficked human slaves were of the lowest ranks.

Among them, the most notorious were those who hunted fantasy species.

Slave hunters were largely responsible for the near extinction of fantasy species like fairies and shapeshifters.

The Holy Empire didn’t particularly like the fantasy species, but they generally left them alone, as they were born from nature.

The witch fairy Richesia, however, was no ordinary fairy, she had erratic powers, and the order to remove her had been an exception.

These days, fantasy species were growing rarer and had become priceless.

So now, those who once hunted fantasy species were turning to fallen nobles or collateral royals of powerless small kingdoms.

‘Then I appeared, and everyone rolled their eyes and rushed at me.’

A young fairy who had turned up in an orphanage and didn’t know anything.

Slave hunters couldn’t have asked for more perfect prey.

Chesha’s eyes darkened as she recalled the day the hunters came to the orphanage.

Those memories, filled with flames and screams, were quickly pushed back into the depths of her mind.

Anyway, a low-level slave hunter was an easy opponent.

This much would have been dealt with easily by Karha.

“They’ve no fear…”.

Ishuel muttered quietly

“We finally got to go out with little sis, but it’s ruined now.”

Ishuel, who had been showing a sour mood, suddenly smiled brightly as he looked up at Chesha, as if he had never frowned at all.

“Little sis, let’s cover your eyes for a moment, okay?”

He raised Chesha’s hand and covered her eyes.

Then, he gave an order to Karha.

“Don’t let any blood splash on me.”

“Understood.”

Karha obediently followed the order.

Chesha also covered her eyes as Ishuel instructed.

Of course, she didn’t cover them properly and peeked through the small gap between her fingers.

The hunters emerged from the alleys as if they had been waiting.

They quickly blocked the way forward and backward, cutting off any chance to escape.

“…”

Karha silently rotated his sword half a turn.

Crossing the swords, he calmly stared straight ahead.

The moment his cold red eyes met theirs, the hunters, who had been ready to charge, instinctively shrank back.

As they hesitated, the man who appeared to be the leader barked at them.

“What are you doing? He’s just a kid!”

Only then did the hunters start rushing forward.

Karha smiled at the crowd.

His small body leaped forward with a quick, fluid motion.

It was the first time Chesha had seen Karha fight.

The boy didn’t use the classic swordsmanship of chivalry; instead, he moved like a wild beast.

Wielding two short swords instead of a longsword, his attacks were so fast and unpredictable that it was hard to follow them with the eyes.

It was like watching a mercenary who had spent years on the battlefield.

Chesha couldn’t tear her eyes away from the cool yet swift swordplay, watching as if entranced.

“That— that brat…!”

“What a monster!”

The hunters were rattled by Karha’s unexpected skills.

Realizing he wasn’t to be underestimated, they all drew their weapons.

“Put your life on the line!”

“Don’t let him keep swinging that sword!”

Just as everyone was about to rush forward in a frenzy—

“Stop.”

A strangely clear voice cut through the noisy night streets.

Though it wasn’t loud, it rang in everyone’s ears, as if some kind of magic had carried it.

A man with long gray hair tied back in a loose string appeared as if from nowhere, landing lightly on the ground.

His eyes were covered by a cloth, and he spoke softly.

“Master doesn’t want any more commotion.”

A subordinate of the Master who ruled the Backworld.

It was Jahan.

As soon as they saw Jahan, the slave hunters who had been noisily taking over the streets suddenly calmed down.

They exchanged bewildered glances with each other.

A man who appeared to be the captain hurried over and rubbed his palms together.

“Oh my! I didn’t know Jahan-nim would come. We got a little too greedy.”

Despite his large size, he hunched over respectfully in front of the slender Jahan.

But while trying to look humble, he subtly slipped in a question.

“Is the Master perhaps nearby? How can I apologize for causing such a ruckus?”

The slave hunter’s question was understandable.

The Master was known as “the one who maintained the peace”.

Street brawls like this happened several times a day in the Backworld.

There was usually no need for the Master’s direct involvement.

‘By the way, he sent his direct subordinate to put an end to the commotion?’

Jahan was a high-ranking official who rarely stepped forward.

As the hunter said, it was hard to understand unless the Master had been drinking nearby and sent Jahan himself because the noise was annoying.

However, Jahan didn’t answer the hunter’s question.

It was only natural, he had no obligation to satisfy their curiosity.

“…”

Jahan silently stared at the hunter.

Under his gaze, the hunter quickly made excuses and retreated.

“Ah, I didn’t mean anything by it. If the Master is nearby, we just wanted to greet him… Please, put in a good word for us with the Master.”

After a long groan, he gathered his men and disappeared.

The street, now free of the slave hunters, became instantly quiet.

The only ones left in the hushed street were Jahan, the twins, and Chesha.

After watching the direction in which the hunters had disappeared, Jahan slowly turned his gaze.

First, he looked at Chesha.

Peering at the little baby wrapped in a hood, Chesha pretended not to know anything.

Jahan then shifted his eyes to the twins.

Something strange happened after that.

Naturally, she thought Karha would be cautious around a stranger.

Yet he was already putting both swords back into their scabbards?

Jahan, too, had a slightly different attitude than he did when dealing with the slave hunters.

Though he still had the stiff, statue-like demeanor, his voice was noticeably softer.

“If you cause a commotion, wouldn’t it be troublesome for you?”

Karha blinked and answered,

“Uh, sorry.”

Unlike Karha, who meekly apologized, Ishuel snapped back sharply.

“They were the ones who attacked first.”

“It means you shouldn’t have come here in the first place.”

“…”

Ishuel pursed his lips.

And Chesha, who had been watching the exchange, was completely stunned.

‘What, what is this…?’

Chesha opened her eyes wide, looking back and forth between Jahan and the twins.

‘They know each other?!’