The Baby Fairy is A Villain Chapter 41

“….”
How could he live while thinking like that?

Chesha wasn’t exactly normal herself, but Kiern was truly the ‘real’ one.

Trespassing into the imperial garden just to show the baby some flowers?

What did he even think of the imperial family of the great empire of Palen to act like this?

‘…Was it an old pig?’

She belatedly remembered how Kiern had once addressed the emperor.

When she recalled that, everything suddenly seemed to make a little more sense.

Chesha gave up trying to understand it and simply looked at the rose garden with a calm mind.

Kiern, meanwhile, was leisurely explaining why it was okay to trespass in the first place.

“It’s a detached palace, but no one’s using it now. It’s fine to look around,” he said, setting

Chesha down in front of a bush of pink roses.

“You like flowers, right?”

It was true.

She liked all flowers, but roses were Chesha’s favorite.

Chesha took a deep breath.

The moment she smelled the scent of the roses, she instantly felt better.

The rose garden under the moonlight was fantastically beautiful, and her heart felt more at ease.

She could understand why Kiern had gone so far as to trespass into someone else’s garden.

‘A place like this… I’d want to trespass too.’

While Chesha inhaled deeply, enjoying the fragrance of the roses, Kiern plucked a flower.

It was a rose with round, light pink petals forming a perfect circle.

He held the flower up to Chesha, as if to gauge its size.

The blossom was a little small, just right for Chesha’s tiny hands.

After checking the size, Kiern bent his legs and crouched in front of her.

He began to break off the rose’s thorns with his bare hands.

It was a tense, almost reckless gesture.

He might get hurt doing that, and sure enough, the thorns scratched his skin.

Bright red blood immediately bloomed on his index finger.

“Ah…!”

Chesha was startled, but Kiern only laughed at the scratch.

“Are you surprised? It’s okay. It doesn’t hurt at all.”

It really did look like it didn’t hurt, so she stopped worrying.

Then Kiern grumbled.

“Still worry about me please. Like saying, ‘Daddy, can I Ho you?’ You should do that, Chesha.”

“….”

Do only one, only one.

Chesha was dumbfounded, but she did as he asked.

“Can I Ho you?”

“Yeah.”

As if he’d been waiting, Kiern immediately answered.

He held out his finger—no longer bleeding, just a faint pink mark—right in front of Chesha.

She had the urge to bite it, but instead, she obediently blew on it.

She pressed her lips together and blew hard—hoo, hoo—and the drama king giggled.

Watching him, Chesha thought he really was just like the twins.

‘How old are you, anyway? So childish.’

Chesha chuckled and clicked her tongue.

Yet for some reason, she still put her heart and soul into completing the “Blowing on the Wound” mission.

After being treated by Chesha, Kiern returned to trimming the rose thorns.

Even though his fingers were hurt, he seemed quite practiced at this task, as if he had personally prepared and gifted flowers many times before.

He moved deftly, but there was a look of slight dissatisfaction in his eyes, as though he wasn’t quite happy with the result.

Kiern twisted and plucked at the leaves, grumbling,

“It’s been a while since I’ve done this. I’m a bit rusty….”

He carefully trimmed the leaves, picked off each thorn one by one, and finally ran his hand over the stems to check for any splinters he might have missed.

After meticulously checking two or three more times, he tucked the roses into Chesha’s hair bow

And smiled contentedly.

“Pretty.”

“Cank you.”

The moon, which had been illuminating the garden, was half-obscured by clouds.

The bright room dimmed slightly.

Chesha looked up at the darkened face before her.

Kiern slowly opened and closed his eyes.

“Are you sulking because your older brother scolded you?”

“….”

“But you know, if you go to dangerous places, you should be scolded.”

He let out a long sigh.

“I wish you wouldn’t go to places like that, Chesha. There are too many bad people around.”

Now seemed like a good time to dig into the link between the Backworld and the Count of Basilian.

“What bout Dad?”

“Hmm?”

Chesha tilted her head, feigning innocence.

“Is Dad gowing there too?”

“Where?”

“The Packwod.”

After thinking about Chesha’s slightly off pronunciation, Kiern asked as if confirming,

“You mean the Backworld?”

“Yes!”

Kiern rested his arm on top of his bent knee.

He propped his chin on one hand and smiled.

“Why are you so curious about that?”

He was a tricky opponent.

Chesha threw out the line she had prepared in advance.

“Because the older bwothers are gowing there.”

She paused for a moment, then spoke again, her voice tinged with regret.

“Only Zesha, aren’t gowing.”

“We have no choice. Dad and the older brothers have to go too.”

“Why…?”

Kiern let out an embarrassed laugh.

Chesha dropped her shoulders in front of him, who hesitated to answer.

“It’s okay if you don’t wanna tawlk.” 

She said, muttering with a hint of pity.

“Because I’m not a Basilian.”

“Oh my, Chesha.”

Kiern looked a little surprised.

It was the same for Chesha.

She tried to speak with a hint of grumbling, but what came out sounded far too sincere.

Still, because of that, Kiern completely brushed off the question.

“Were you really sad? What to do?”

He looked at Chesha with uncertainty.

When Chesha silently shook her head to show she was okay, he looked even more lost.

Though he was good at putting on a smirk, Kiern wasn’t skilled at genuinely soothing or comforting.

If Chesha had asked him to pick out and deal with at least ten people he disliked, he would have done it gladly.

But not knowing how to comfort the little girl, Kiern grunted and finally spoke.

“Chesha.”

He held her hand tightly and said,

“Only Chesha should know this.”

Inside, Chesha was surprised.

He was a man who acted sweetly in front of her, calling her his daughter, yet never gave her his full trust.

‘Of course, she thought, I knew he wouldn’t open up completely this time either.’

She expected him to slip away like a squirrel, but she hadn’t expected him to answer at all.

The wind stirred.

The tens of thousands of roses filling the garden swayed beneath the sky, releasing an even thicker fragrance.

Kiern smiled softly, surrounded by the darkness of night, the faint moonlight, and the splendid roses, both beautiful and terrifying.

Chesha held her breath, waiting for him to speak.

“Daddy in the Backworld… It’s a bit, um, I’m doing something.”

His whispered voice slithered into her ears like a snake.

“That’s why the older brothers come and go to help Dad. But it’s nothing. It’s not dangerous…”

Kiern continued softly, whispering.

But Chesha was already halfway through his words.

The moment she heard Kiern’s confession, everything that had happened so far unfolded in her mind.

The report about the witch fairy Richesia.

Details that only someone from the Backworld could know.

The day Kiern and the three brothers left the mansion, saying something important had happened.

The day Hilon caused an emergency in the Backworld.

Karha’s visit to Hata’s hat shop.

But strangely, that wasn’t all.

The twins seemed too familiar with the Backworld’s streets, and Jahan showed an unusual politeness toward them.

The master who knew about Hilon’s connection to the witch fairy.

All these suspicious fragments poured in and fit together like a puzzle.

Only one conclusion remained.

‘No way…’

Chesha bit her lip hard, tasting the sharp sting.

She was grateful for the darkness cloaking them from all sides, if not for it, her pale face would have been completely exposed.

‘Is Kiern the Master?!’

It was serious—real—and undeniably a massive problem.

‘Ruined.’

That was the only thought swirling in Chesha’s mind as she looked at Kiern’s soft smile.

‘I have to run away, right now!’