The Baby Fairy is A Villain Chapter 40

“…”

It was a stifling silence.

The twins exchanged glances in the heavy stillness that seemed to press down on their shoulders.

Chesha, who was always carried by the twins, was standing on the ground for the first time in a while.

In front of the two children and the baby, Belzeon sat with a cold expression.

His face was so icy that it seemed as if frost itself was flowing down his cheeks.

When they returned home from the Backworld, Belzeon was there.

He had said he would be out all day and wouldn’t return until the next morning.

Perhaps he heard the news and came home early.

As soon as he arrived, he summoned the three of them to his office.

And now he just stood there, silent, saying nothing.

The twins kept glancing at each other nervously.

Chesha was equally confused.

‘How does Jahan know the twins?’

She was trying to make sense of a situation she didn’t understand, but it was impossible.

The more she thought about it, the more question marks popped up in her mind.

At that moment, Belzeon quietly called their names.

“Karha. Ishuel.”

As soon as their names were called, the twins straightened up and answered.

“Yes.”

“Yes, brother.”

Belzeon let out a long sigh.

A short question followed.

“What were you thinking?”

Ishuel quickly replied.

“Well… buying clothes and a hat to wear at the banquet…”

“So you took that little kid along with you?”

Karha nudged Ishuel with his elbow.

Then, looking at him, he quietly replied.

“I took her with us because I was confident I could protect her.”

“That’s not the problem.”

Belzeon let out another weary sigh.

He paused, searching for a way to explain it in a way the twins would understand.

“…She’s just a normal kid. You should’ve been more careful.”

All the boys with red eyes turned to look at the baby with pink eyes, who stood there blinking absentmindedly.

Belzeon added in a low voice.

“Because she’s not a Basilian.”

As his words fell, a subtle silence descended over them.

It was a different kind of silence.

The twins stood frozen, eyes wide with surprise.

It was as if they had never imagined Belzeon would say such a thing.

Chesha felt a strange mix of emotions.

She understood what Belzeon meant, but hearing it out loud was different.

They had shared small bits of affection, enough to care for one another.

Still, it was never truly a family.

A halfway relationship that was never clearly defined.

With a complicated feeling in her chest, she looked up at Belzeon.

And in that moment, as she met his eyes—

‘…Ah.’

Chesha realized.

‘You’re planning to send me away before the banquet.’

Belzeon would send her away.

He didn’t want the Basilian family to do anything irreversible.

It was the most rational, logical, and entirely reasonable decision.

“….”

Her gaze, which had been fixed on Belzeon, slowly drifted down until it settled on the floor.

Chesha stared blankly at the tips of her tiny feet.

Tiny feet that couldn’t even fill half the palm of an adult’s hand.

By now, she was far more used to being carried in someone else’s arms than walking on her own.

When had she become so comfortable living like a child?

Chesha pursed her lips.

She could feel the weight of their gazes on her—the twins and Belzeon were all watching her.

But she didn’t look up.

She just kept staring down at her feet.

Her head was buzzing, as if someone had poured cold water over it.

Chesha knew she couldn’t stay with the Basilian family forever.

Originally, she had planned to leave before the Pre-Saint Prayer Meeting.

‘Then why was I so sure I’d be attending the banquet with them?’

She had been acting like a real Basilian.

When she looked back, the things she’d done seemed almost ridiculous.

Visiting Count Rudin as the witch fairy, using her Fantasy Station…

Even buying clothes and hats for the Basilians to wear to the banquet…

Chesha recalled all the reasons she’d convinced herself to do those things.

But deep down, she knew they were all just excuses.

‘Did I really get swept up in this game of pretending to be a family?’

Even given the circumstances, it was highly likely that the Basilians were merely experimenting with a fairy.

So why was she still thinking such soft thoughts when she knew the truth?

She couldn’t make sense of her own train of thought.

Chesha let out a small, wry smile.

 

“I will send you out of the Basilian family before the Pre-Saint’s Prayer Meeting.”

“So don’t be too attached.”

 

What had Belzeon been thinking when he said that?

Back then, she had thought that he was the one who was too attached and dismissed it.

But thinking about it now, Belzeon had still been coldly logical, while Chesha had been acting like a fool.

‘I need to reflect on myself for not even being as sensible as a child.’

She needed to finish her investigation of the Basilian family before the banquet.

And when Belzeon sent her away, she would slip out quietly and disappear with Hatta.

That was the most peaceful and rational way.

 

***

 

“Phew.”

Back in the bedroom, Chesha climbed onto the baby footrest and flopped down on the bed.

She lay on her back, her short limbs spread out, staring up at the ceiling.

She had refused the twins’ offer to escort her and instead returned to the room with the help of a servant.

Hatta hadn’t come back yet, so the room was quiet.

Lying alone in the silence, Chesha frowned.

Her mood was still sour.

Pouting, she pushed herself up and stood.

She couldn’t sleep and felt like she needed to do something.

It was then that she crawled under the bed and made her way to the window.

“…!”

Chesha’s eyes widened.

The shadows at her feet writhed and twisted.

The shadow, which had been shifting and bulging, suddenly rose up.

Chesha tilted her head back to follow the rising shape.

Through the darkness, a man appeared.

He brushed back his messy black hair, closed his long eyes, and gave a sullen smile.

“Chesha.”

Kiern stretched out his arm and pulled her into a sudden, tight hug.

He held her close and asked softly,

“My daughter, what were you doing?”

His languid red eyes searched hers.

Chesha couldn’t find the words to answer.

After a brief hesitation, Kiern narrowed his eyes.

He gently tapped her nose with his finger.

“Why do you look like that? Did your older brother scold you?”

It seemed he already knew what she had been scolded for.

Chesha quickly shook her head.

“No.”

“Then, wasn’t today’s outing fun?”

“Neither.”

“Hmm.”

Kiern smiled softly.

He hugged Chesha and spun her around.

The hem of his coat fluttered with the movement.

Even today, the scent of the outside clung to him, mixed faintly with the metallic smell of blood.

The man who might have killed someone out there was a tender father in front of Chesha.

“The scolding has already been done by your older brother, so I’ll play the soothing role.”

Kiern whispered with a grin.

“Do you want to go flower viewing with Dad?”

Before she could even answer, he swept her up and took her along.

Darkness surged around them, turning her eyes completely black.

When her vision cleared—

A vast rose garden stretched out before her.

In this garden, tens of thousands of roses of every kind bloomed, filling the air with their heady fragrance.

Just by standing there, Chesha felt the scent of roses soaking into her whole being.

It must have taken dozens of gardeners working year-round to prune and care for all these different types of roses, each with unique petals and shapes.

No ordinary noble family could afford to create a garden like this.

Kiern, as if he had found an intriguing new toy, turned to her and asked,

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

Chesha looked around in bewilderment.

“Where’s dis?”

“Aah.”

And she nearly fainted at Kiern’s reply.

“The Imperial Palace Garden.”