The Baby Fairy is A Villain Chapter 39

Certainly, there was some connection between the Backworld and the Count of Basilian.

However, she had never thought it would be possible to have such a friendly conversation with Jahan, the direct subordinate of the Master.

Even the witch fairy Richesia had spent several years in the Backworld.

And in all that time, the only figures she hadn’t met were Jahan and the Master.

That was because there had never been an incident that required Jahan to act personally.

All of Jahan’s movements were ordered by the Master.

Or it was only when something truly important happened that the Master would take notice.

Chesha had only met Jahan because of a major incident, when Hilon, a holy knight, was invading the Backworld.

Yet now, here they were, having this almost casual conversation in the aftermath of a mere street brawl…

Chesha was left speechless, feeling as though her common sense had been completely upended.

“Never mind if it is just the two of you, but do you not have a companion? It will not be so easily overlooked this time.”

Jahan declared dryly.

Karha and Ishuel both groaned at the same time.

“Did we get caught?”

“It must be, right…?”

While the two of them groaned, Jahan’s gaze shifted to Chesha.

She couldn’t read his expression because his eyes were covered by the cloth.

Why?

Chesha sensed a strangely favorable attitude from him toward her.

His attitude was quite different from how he had been when she faced him as Richesia, and it was so unfamiliar that it felt awkward.

Could it be that Jahan had a twin brother who had come in his place?

For a brief moment, she even entertained such a nonsensical thought.

She still wasn’t quite sure what was going on.

Still, having someone like Jahan develop a good feeling toward her could be beneficial in many ways.

While pondering Jahan’s gaze, she hesitantly greeted him.

“Hewwo…?”

The moment she said this softly.

The grumbling twins fell silent, and Jahan, who had been staring blankly, slightly parted his lips.

After a brief pause.

The twins suddenly rushed over and make a fuss.

“Ouch, baby greeted first!”

“Don’t just casually say hello to a stranger, little sis!”

All she had said was “Hello”, but the two of them each nagged her with a string of words.

That practically buzzed in her ears.

They were making such an uproar because of Chesha

She waved her little hands, trying to calm them down.

“But he keeps wookin’…”

“Don’t look! Don’t look at baby!!”

“Next time, don’t just cover your eyes, cover your entire face!”

There was no such fuss besides the two of them.

To be honest, she was a little embarrassed.

Fortunately, Jahan didn’t seem to care about the twins’ reaction.

He ignored them and moved a little closer to Chesha.

Ishuel, who was holding Chesha, looked very annoyed, but didn’t say anything.

“It is an honor to greet you.”

Jahan placed his hand on his chest and gave a light bow.

“I am Jahan.”

Chesha, a well-mannered little one, repeated her name after him.

“I’m Zesha! Zesha Basilian.”

The twins pulled the corners of their mouths down in unison.

They didn’t like it when Chesha talked to Jahan.

And unexpectedly, Jahan, who seemed favorable toward her, didn’t engage in a long conversation with Chesha.

“It is a pleasure to meet you. But it would be better if we did not meet again.”

He said dryly.

Wasn’t it normal to say something like “See you next time” in this kind of atmosphere?

Maybe because he was from the Backworld, his way of thinking was different.

Chesha tilted her head.

“Do you hate me?”

“No.”

Jahan quickly denied in a quiet voice.

“Seeing me is not something pleasant. Today will be the first and last time we meet.”

His words were brief, not overly long.

Yet the deep, bitter emotion behind them was painfully clear.

It was self-hatred.

She didn’t want to notice it, but the moment she did, she was caught off guard.

Chesha couldn’t help but be a little surprised.

‘I didn’t expect him to be this kind of person.’

She had always thought he was cold and indifferent, acting as if he had no feelings at all.

Somehow, he seemed a little pitiful now.

Chesha spoke gently to him.

“Well, if I shee you again, I’m gonna like it! Sho gweet me next time!”

“…”

Jahan remained silent.

He parted his lips as if to say something, but then closed them without a word.

A moment later, he stepped back.

“Please head home now.”

And with that, Jahan disappeared as suddenly as he had appeared.

Only the twins and Chesha were left on the dusty street.

 

***

 

The surface of the whip was usually smooth, but when Jahan willed it, it turned sharp like a hook.

When necessary, it became a deadly weapon that pierced and tore the opponent’s flesh.

“Aaargh, please save me, aargh!”

Jahan indifferently pursued the fleeing slave hunters, their blood dripping behind them.

With each crack of the whip, hunters lost their arms and legs in their desperate attempts to escape.

He made dozens of men incapable of fighting or fleeing with a frightening ease.

There was no hesitation in his hands as he tore through flesh and watched the blood flow.

It was an overwhelming scene of the strong crushing the weak.

Yet, Jahan felt he was not as focused as usual.

His mind was cluttered with scattered thoughts.

Thoughts he had been hearing about ever since.

A newly adopted baby in the Basilian Count’s family.

A solitary figure with pink eyes in a place dominated by red ones.

A small flower blooming in a forest of black snakes.

He felt a small curiosity, thinking he would like to see it, if only once.

He thought he, who was meant to live only in the shadows, would never meet her.

But thanks to the twins’ immature behavior, he was able to see her face.

That alone was enough for him.

 

“Hewwo…?”

 

A small greeting with softly moving lips.

He never thought he would receive such a warm welcome.

 

“Well, if I shee you again, I’m gonna like it!”

 

Her smiling face was as harmless and tender as a new spring sprout.

The little baby, made entirely of innocence, offered it with nothing but goodwill.

 

“Sho gweet me next time!”

 

How long had it been since someone was glad to see him?

It seemed like the first time since his eyes had been covered twenty years ago.

She was just a little baby who didn’t know anything yet.

Jahan’s heart kept pounding, even though he knew she had spoken without understanding its weight.

The feeling he felt after so long was joy.

In the Backworld, he was a symbol of evil, an existence seen as misery, misfortune, and ominous.

It was already monstrous enough that someone like him had to meet a precious young lady.

They must never meet again.

He shouldn’t even want something like that.

Yet, despite knowing it, Jahan couldn’t help but picture their reunion in his mind.

Because the one who smiled at him was precious….

It was unavoidable to think that he would like to see her again, just once.

“….”

Jahan withdrew his whip.

Today, the slave hunters who had attacked the twin masters and the baby of the Basilian family lay writhing on the blood-soaked floor.

As he took a deep breath, the sound of slow footsteps echoed through the alley.

A man appeared, walking down the crimson-stained street, dressed in a flawless suit that seemed out of place in this grim back alley.

With a cane in one hand, he sang a messy lullaby, offbeat and out of tune.

“Master.” 

Jahan called softly.

The man approached, a smile playing on his lips.

“Cute, right?”

There was no need to ask whom he meant.

Jahan’s eyes drifted to the pink-eyed baby with cheeks rosy like apples.

“Yes.” 

He answered without hesitation.

The man laughed, a rich and genuine sound that filled the dark alley.

After a moment of joy, he glanced around slowly.

“So, just ordinary slave hunters. I was expecting more.”

Jahan knelt at the man’s words, lowering his head despite the blood soaking his pants.

“I apologize.”

“Oh, I wasn’t reprimanding you.”

The man said lightly, stroking Jahan’s head.

Jahan lowered his eyes under the touch, showing perfect submission.

The man smiled, satisfied.

“Let me finish this.”

He snapped his fingers sharply.

The crisp sound echoed brightly through the alley.

Then, after a brief silence, red blood erupted like a fountain from every direction.

The gray-brown walls quickly soaked in dark crimson.

The man, who had just taken dozens of lives at once, watched the brutal scene with eyes as cold and unmoved as stone.

Jahan slowly got up.

The man brushed his slightly disheveled hair and asked leisurely.

“What about the witch fairy?”

“I don’t know where she went after that.”

“Hmm…. She’s not a quiet woman though.”

Tapping the cane in his hand with his fingers, the man, who had been lost in thought, opened his mouth soon.

“Look at her whereabouts and her doing.”

“Yes, Master.”

“A fairy who makes the lofty Heretic Inquisitor comes to meet personally….”

He said, laughing happily on the blood-soaked road.

“I’m sure there will be something to use soon.”