The Baby Fairy is A Villain Chapter 45

Belzeon was always consistent with his cold attitude.

He rarely showed emotion like this, which surprised Chesha a little.

‘But I really don’t need expensive stuff.’

As a fairy, Chesha didn’t have a strong desire for material things.

To be honest, you could say she was interested in pretty clothes and accessories.

But there was no time to be greedy because Miya and Hata already gave her everything she needed.

She had more than enough wealth.

People who crossed the witch fairy showed up quite often.

She collected money and jewels from them. With that alone, there was no need to envy even the richest nobles.

However, Belzeon seemed very worried because he didn’t know about this fact.

Chesha added a few words to ease his mind.

“I didn’t come here askin’ fo anyfing! Weally, all I want is the puppy.”

“….”

“I’m gwatefuw ‘cause the Count and Young Mastahs have been so nice to me.”

At the words “I’m grateful because the Count and Young Masters have been so nice to me,” Belzeon’s expression darkened.

‘What’s wrong with him?’

Since they wouldn’t be family, she thought she shouldn’t call them Dad and Older Brother, so she changed what she called them.

But it seemed the effect was completely different from what she intended.

‘Maybe I shouldn’t have changed what I call them so soon.’

Still, she wondered if it would be funny to be all friendly with her dad and brother when she was about to leave.

‘What should I call them?’

Chesha was quietly pondering how to address them when Belzeon suddenly asked a question.

“…Aren’t you disappointed?”

Chesha’s eyes widened at the sudden question.

Belzeon’s gaze was now almost glaring.

“Why don’t you ask to stay in the County? I thought you were doing well in Basilian. If you felt any affection, you should at least cry, but why?”

Belzeon’s jaw stiffened.

He clenched his teeth, then spat out slowly again,

“…Why are you so indifferent?”

It was Belzeon—of all people—who said that. She didn’t know he would say something like this.

‘What the….’

He pretended not to care, but it seemed that he too had affection for Chesha.

To keep her mind from wandering, she cleared her throat.

Then, with a pitiful expression on her face, she hugged the puppy tightly in her arms.

Chesha whispered softly,

“Cuz I can’t help it. I can’t stay jus’ ‘cuz I wanna stay.”

She buried her face halfway in the puppy’s fluffy fur and murmured,

“I’m fine. I’m used to dis.”

This wasn’t a lie, it was the truth.

It was common for children in orphanages to be adopted and then displaced.

If they were taken in the name of adoption and served as a servant, that would have been considered a better case.

There were countless children who were abandoned again.

Chesha herself had experienced that.

She was cute and pretty, taken in to be raised as a daughter—

And later, they gradually grew annoyed with her and left her alone.

The people at the orphanage where Chesha lived as a child were all good people.

The orphanage director was also a rare person who truly cared for the children.

Other orphanages used to turn their children over to housekeepers, making them do odd jobs here and there.

In particular, it was common for pretty children to be sent away like goods to wealthy families under the pretext of adoption.

If this or that didn’t work out, they were sold off to a bad place.

Then, when the child who had been put up for adoption came back, they were treated as troublemakers and pushed away harshly.

But Chesha’s director never did that.

When Chesha was eight years old.

She was adopted by a wealthy family—a family that anyone would envy—but after only a few months, she was dismissed and sent back to the orphanage.

Empty-handed and with nothing.

Even though she was just a child, the memory of that shame stayed with her clearly.

She remembered wandering for a long time in front of the orphanage’s old iron gate, unable to bring herself to go in.

It was the director who first noticed Chesha, aimlessly standing there.

As soon as she saw Chesha, she sat down on the ground.

Chesha must have looked so lost and disheveled then that it startled the director.

 

“Why didn’t you come back sooner…!”

 

She hugged young Chesha, who was covered in traces of abuse, and wept loudly.

She shed tears on behalf of Chesha, who couldn’t cry herself.

What did she answer back then?

Maybe she said she was sorry for coming back.

She knew that life in the orphanage was hard.

She felt sorry for being another mouth to feed.

She was sorry that she had been adopted by a rich family but couldn’t bring anything back with her.

The director cried and got angry at Chesha, who kept saying “I’m sorry” over and over with a blank face.

 

“Do you think I can’t feed you?”

 

While healing the scars on Chesha’s body, the director cried again and got angry again.

When the wounds had finally healed and the bruises had faded away completely, the director took Chesha’s hand and spoke kind words.

 

“Let’s stay together at the orphanage until you’re grown up. If you don’t want to leave after that, you can become a teacher here.”

 

She said with a smile.

 

“This is your home.”

 

Those words were a salvation for Chesha.

Only then did she finally let herself cry.

She wept in the director’s arms, saying over and over that she wanted to come home.

She confessed that she missed everyone so much and didn’t want to leave again.

She cried so hard and acted like a little child, and the director calmed her down and laughed.

They were really kind people.

The director and all the children truly cared for Chesha.

Chesha also gave them her whole heart.

Even though she was hungry and life was hard at the orphanage, she was full of happiness as a child.

But now, they were all people she would never see again.

Because everyone died that day.

The orphanage was swallowed up by red flames.

She still remembered the screams of her friends as they died.

The director’s desperate pleas to save at least the children.

And the laughter of the slave hunters.

She barely managed to escape alone, without being able to save anyone.

A newly manifested, young and powerless fairy.

“….”

It brought back not-so-good memories.

Chesha hugged Hata a little more tightly.

The hand holding his soft fur trembled.

The warmth beneath her fingers and the comfort of the small creature helped her breathe a little easier.

Noticing Chesha’s condition, Hata let out a quiet bark.

Thanks to that, Chesha was able to pull herself back from the abyss of memories that had been swallowing her whole.

“… I’m weally fine.”

She whispered to herself, but the sound of her voice said she was not fine at all.

Belzeon was struck silent.

The atmosphere had grown heavy because of her words.

She couldn’t help it, but she didn’t want to burden him with unnecessary guilt.

Chesha raised her head and smiled deliberately, trying to lift the mood.

“I have my heart ready!”

Belzeon, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke a heavy word.

“Okay.”

He covered his face with his hands for a moment, then said slowly,

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you live comfortably outside.”

Chesha nodded.

If it was Belzeon’s plan, she could trust it.

‘I’ll escape as planned for now, then sneak in later.’

As long as she held on until the Pre-saint Prayer meeting was over.

After that, Kiern wouldn’t be looking for her anymore.

Until then, she just had to hide well.

Or, once she was outside, after finishing Hata’s potion, she could turn into her adult self and disappear.

‘It’s an unconditional escape!’

But Chesha’s rosy future plans were completely shattered.

Everything went smoothly, just as Belzeon had planned, until they escaped the mansion.

Then came the unexpected moment.

“I will go with you.”

Belzeon declared that he would follow Chesha.