The Baby Fairy is A Villain Chapter 47

“Since he’s entrusted me with the work, it’s about time he does it himself, right? No matter how much I’m the heir to inherit the county, he’s still the Count.”

“….”

It was so logically sound that there was no way to argue against it.

Hata, tucked in the bag, shifted uneasily.

Even Hata seemed a bit startled by this unexpected turn of events.

Chesha, who was trembling inwardly, asked him,

“Then… are you gowing to keep fowowing me?”

“Only until the Pre-Saint Prayer Meeting begins,”

Belzeon said calmly.

“Anyway, we’re bound to get caught eventually. We can’t avoid the Count’s gaze forever.”

That was something Chesha couldn’t deny.

“So, the goal is to delay things until the Pre-Saint Prayer Meeting. If I go with you personally, it’ll take a bit longer for him to catch you.”

It wasn’t a completely impulsive decision.

He had judged the situation, calculating things from every angle before acting.

Certainly, no matter who else was assigned to accompany Chesha, they wouldn’t be able to handle it better than Belzeon himself.

Even if Belzeon was absent, the count’s work would start to pile up.

Kiern wouldn’t be able to ignore that forever. In many ways, it would restrict his movements.

‘Hmm….’

Chesha’s countless escape plans had all crumbled to dust.

There was no good reason to refuse Belzeon, and for now, she would have to keep playing the part of a baby.

‘It can’t be helped. Let’s just go together for a while.’

Having made up her mind, Chesha held out her hand to Belzeon.

“Then… Pwease take good care of me.”

Belzeon didn’t immediately take her politely offered hand.

Only when Chesha started to feel a little awkward did he finally agree.

Then he picked up Chesha again and climbed onto the hired wagon.

He quietly closed the wagon door and knocked on the old wooden window beside the driver’s seat.

The coachman, who had been sleeping soundly, finally opened his eyes and grabbed the reins.

The wagon moved at an extremely slow pace, perhaps because the coachman was old.

It was a frustratingly slow speed for someone who needed to escape quickly.

Still, she remained silent, trusting that Belzeon must have had a reason for choosing such a wagon.

The sound of horses’ hooves striking the well-paved stone road echoed through the quiet dawn.

Chesha glanced back at the County of Basilian’s estate, now growing distant.

It was a place she had been fond of.

Especially the beautifully and tastefully decorated townhouse, unlike the dull, Snake castle.

She would come to the capital again later, and by then she would probably only be able to see it from a distance like this…

“…?”

Chesha, who was gazing at the townhouse with eyes softened by the quiet sensitivity of dawn, suddenly felt something was off.

It was because Belzeon, sitting across from her, pulled something out from inside his robe.

It looked… well, to put it plainly, like a detonator.

A device that could trigger explosives remotely through magic.

‘No, what nonsense am I thinking?’

But Belzeon quickly proved that the idea wasn’t so far-fetched after all.

He pressed the button without hesitation.

After a brief silence—

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A tremendous explosion shattered the calm of dawn.

The west wing of the townhouse, the place tied to Chesha’s faint memories, completely collapsed and burst into flames in an instant.

The coachman at the driver’s seat was terrified and struggled to calm the panicked horses.

Startled by the explosion, the horses bolted, galloping at a speed no racehorse could match.

What had been a leisurely carriage ride suddenly turned into a desperate escape from the capital—a life-or-death race.

The person who had created the nightmare of dawn calmly crushed the detonator in his hand as if nothing had happened.

Belzeon said quietly, tossing the broken pieces out of the wagon.

“Because of the aftermath, tracking will be difficult until tomorrow.”

“….”

Watching the scene, Chesha made up her mind.

You must never mess around with Belzeon…

Why did the twins obey Belzeon so completely?

At that moment, everything became clear.

 

***

 

“Master.”

Jahan approached swiftly.

The smell of blood was thick in the air.

Kiern held his sword, lowered to one side.

At his feet, black shadows twisted and writhed as if alive.

It was rare for Kiern to use the demonic sword outside the East.

Usually, he preferred to rely on magic or send someone else to deal with things.

But today was hard enough to push him to draw the blade himself.

“Haa….”

Kiern let out a breath, his tone edged with irritation.

“There’s no end to it.”

He walked away, deliberately stepping around the torn flesh of the bodies at his feet.

Blood dripped from Jahan’s whip as he followed behind.

Someone had leaked information.

Whoever it was, they had provided details so precise that Kiern had spent the entire day playing cat and mouse with assassins.

For information to be that accurate, it had to be someone close to him.

He didn’t know who yet, but he was certain he would find them and kill them.

As he was about to move to the next area, the hem of his long coat flapped in the breeze.

A figure, completely shrouded in black cloth, appeared out of nowhere.

“Master. It’s urgent.”

Kiern fixed the man with a cold stare, suppressing a smirk at the words that followed.

“They say the mansion is on fire.”

“Jahan, bring the twins.”

He issued the command without hesitation, and without waiting for Jahan’s reply, used magic to teleport straight to the mansion.

Even though it was already late in the morning, the street was as bright as midday.

The Count of Basilian’s mansion was completely engulfed in flames.

Both the household staff and the capital guards were frantically working to contain the fire.

Kiern scanned the scene where dozens of people had gathered, but he didn’t see the one he was looking for.

Without hesitation, he headed straight for the mansion.

“Oh, uh! My Lord!”

A shout rang out, trying to stop Kiern from entering, but he paid it no mind.

A twisted smile curved Kiern’s lips as he walked through the blazing hallway, the heat licking at him from all sides.

No lives had been lost in the fire.

The blaze had broken out just in time—when the west wing was empty—allowing everyone else to escape unharmed.

It couldn’t have been a coincidence that everything lined up so perfectly.

But that wasn’t the only thing on his mind.

The fire had effectively trapped him.

With so many people gathered to fight the flames, he couldn’t use dark magic freely.

He would also be forced to appear here and there to oversee the damage.

It was a masterstroke.

And now, he had a good idea who had leaked the information that had kept him busy fighting assassins all day.

‘So, it’s Belzeon.’

Indeed, he was a true child of Basilian—someone worthy of ruling the Black Forest.

“I hope you don’t upset me too much….”

Kiern muttered to himself as he stopped in front of Chesha’s bedroom.

Then, with a swift kick, he slammed the door open.

Bang! The door swung violently on its hinges.

Kiern softly called out her name.

“Chesha.”

But there was no answer.

The bedroom, untouched by the fire so far, was empty.

Kiern stood motionless for a moment in the silent room that had lost its owner.

He didn’t move until a bright red flame suddenly burst into view, snapping him out of his trance.

A slow smile crept across his otherwise expressionless face.

A flash of light glinted in his red eyes, and the shadows in the room began to flicker ominously.

Thick darkness writhed and spread rapidly throughout the bedroom.

The flames, once fierce and relentless, faltered and died as soon as they touched the darkness.

A bleak chill, utterly out of place in a burning mansion, swept over the room.

Ha. Kiern let out a short, cold laugh.

“Where is my daughter?”