The Baby Fairy is A Villain Chapter 43

For ordinary people, if something important happened.

They would usually keep it close to their chest, hide it in a safe deep inside their home,
or take it to the bank.

But the inhabitants of the Backworld never did those things.

They didn’t know when they might die.

If someone grabbed what they held, or if a safe was broken open, it was all over.

There was no way a formal bank existed in the Backworld.

So, if they had something precious they didn’t want to lose even in death.

The people of the Backworld came up with all sorts of clever ways to hide it so no one could find it.

Chesha’s method was actually quite simple and intuitive, even by Backworld standards.

She kept important things in her fairy fantasy station, a place no one else could access.

The holy relic, the Spear of Rubeus, was also safely kept inside her Fantasy Station.

Hata thought Chesha was precious, so he made a potion that could change her appearance.

Chesha only knew that Hata could make such a transforming potion.

She had no idea where or how it was hidden.

She’d heard that Miya’s secret location was somehow linked to the wagon on the roof of her store.

Miya had accidentally told Chesha about it once while drinking, so maybe things had changed since then.

In the Backworld, it was normal to hide things in places no one else could easily access, but that were still linked to them in some way.

‘I didn’t know that and searched hard just in the mansion and the castle.’

No matter how much she searched, there seemed to be no secret space, no hidden places.

The only thing she found remotely meaningful was the report on the witch fairy Richesia.

But even that didn’t seem like a very important document.

It looked like Kiern had read it for a while and then hidden it from others.

‘The most important thing must be hidden in the Black Forest.’

The Black Forest was a place only Count Basilian could enter freely.

Because of the many vicious rumors, ordinary people didn’t even approach it.

Even those who occasionally came and went only used the designated route.

It was the perfect place for Kiern to hide something.

Chesha hugged Hata tightly and headed toward the Black Forest.

Bright flowers and butterflies, starkly out of place in the dark forest, scattered across the ground.

Twinkling lights flickered like fireflies, briefly illuminating the surroundings before fading away.

True to its name, the Black Forest remained dark even in broad daylight.

The damp, gloomy atmosphere pressed heavily on anyone who stood there, filling them with unease.

Among the shadows, Chesha stood out—a lone figure with shining golden hair, clearly foreign to this oppressive environment.

“This forest is eeri…”

Hata groaned softly in Chesha’s arms.

“Yeah, we need to ‘vestigate quick and’ leabe.”

Setting Hata gently down.

She slowly began to gather her power. 

As she stretched out her arms, hundreds of butterflies suddenly blossomed around her, their sparkling wings illuminating the Black Forest like never before.

Since the forest’s creation, it had never shone so brilliantly.

The butterflies flitted swiftly in every direction, searching for what Chesha sought.

Their soft light cut through the darkness, revealing strange things hidden within the forest’s depths.

Hata approached first and checked.

With a hiss, the dog’s hair stood up.

“It must be a monster that lives in the Black Forest!”

Hideous, distorted black shapes wriggled in the shadows of the forest.

They were beings overflowing with evil energy, as if they would rush at any moment and tear people to pieces.

But for some reason, they didn’t attack Chesha and Hata.

They just passed slowly, treating them like trees or grass.

Chesha carefully observed the monsters passing by.

The reason Kiern led the knights to the Black Forest was likely to hunt these creatures.

‘Killing such grotesque beings in a place this dark would drive even a normal person insane.’

After visiting the Black Forest, Kiern’s condition had seemed unusual.

Chesha wondered if killing those monsters had affected his mind.

‘The air feels heavy, almost cloudy.’

Thankfully, since Chesha was a witch fairy and Hata a shapeshifter, only the foul smell bothered them slightly.

But for humans, staying here too long could cause auditory or visual hallucinations.

As Chesha watched the monsters, a butterfly suddenly flew to her.

It seemed to have found something.

Listening to the butterfly’s direction, Chesha gave a slow nod.

“Not too far. Yet’s go follow”

“Yes! Can Hata carry you?”

Hata eagerly lifted his front paws, then suddenly stopped.

“…Oh. Hata is a puppy now.”

Quietly, Hata followed Chesha.

Leading the way, Chesha trailed behind the butterfly.

As she chased after it, Chesha slowed her pace.

Before her stretched a scene she never expected to find in the Black Forest.

Hata’s eyes grew as wide as full moons.

“Whoa…!”

A dazzling flower garden spread out, bursting with countless blooms.

No trees blocked the sky here, letting warm sunlight pour down freely.

Beyond the bright boundary marked by sunlight, the dark, gloomy forest still loomed.

At the very center of the garden, where all kinds of flowers gently swayed…

An empty coffin lay silently.

“….”

Chesha hesitated for a moment before stepping carefully onto the flowers and slowly approaching the coffin. 

Hata followed closely behind her.

The coffin looked surprisingly well-maintained. 

Though it was placed outside, it showed no signs of dirt or decay, likely preserved by magic.

Peering inside, Chesha saw that from afar it looked empty, but up close there was a fresh bouquet of pink roses and something small beside it, a pair of rings.

They appeared to be matching wedding rings, one male and one female.

Seeing the rings, Chesha immediately understood whose coffin this was: the resting place of the late Countess Basilian.

She glanced again at the romantic bouquet and rings, oddly tender things to find in such a monster-infested place.

As she studied the scene, another butterfly flew in and circled around her, signaling it had found something.

One by one, butterflies perched on the trees surrounding the flower garden.

As they landed, glowing letters appeared, floating above the black trunks, magical inscriptions hidden in plain sight.

Though this was a place no one would visit, someone from the Backworld had gone to great lengths to hide this secret here.

It was truly an act that only a Backworlder could conceive.

“Hatta, yet’s spiit it up and wead it.”

She started reading by dividing the area with Hatta.

Chesha’s face stiffened as she read the letters glowing softly on the tree.

 

[Fantasy station iis a unique mental realm that mirrors the unconscious mind of a fairy.

But… Is it possible to artificially create a fairy’s fantasy station?]

 

[Attempts to administer fairy blood to male bodies have failed.

When given to female bodies, there is a response, but it is only temporary.

This suggests that fairies’ existence might be tied specifically to female bodies.

New research needed.]

 

[Fairy bodies are immortal. Can’t humans achieve immortality like fairies do….]

 

It was all a record of experiments conducted on fairies.

Chesha, reading the text in a hurry, let out a soft groan.

“…Ah.”

The dates etched into the wood were all very old.

Hundreds of years before Chesha was even born.

These were experiments carried out long ago, in a distant past.

And those who had conducted these experiments on fairies were…

 

[In the name of God.]

 

It was the Holy Empire.