The Baby Fairy is A Villain Chapter 48

Life on the run with Belzeon was unexpectedly comfortable.

He had prepared everything so thoroughly, in stark contrast to Chesha, who had left with nothing but Hata in her bag.

The first place where Belzeon stopped with the hired wagon was an abandoned house.

There, he changed from head to toe using the stash he had hidden there.

He also helped Chesha change completely, even swapping out the bag that held Hata.

They dressed as shabby commoner children, though Belzeon’s noble face still stood out, so he pulled an old hooded robe over his head to hide it.

After that, they got into another hired wagon and headed for the square.It was an unexpected choice to go deeper into the heart of the capital rather than flee outside it.

“If it’s the Count, he’ll come after us quickly. It would be even more confusing for him if we move slowly.”

To add to the confusion, a boy and a baby—both similar in size to Chesha and Belzeon—had already left the capital in a separate hired wagon.

The plan was to have them lure the Count’s pursuers away while the real Chesha and Belzeon hid for a while in the center of the capital.

“And if I plan too much, it’ll be hard for you.”

He said it lightly, but it was clear that Belzeon took it seriously.

Belzeon walked quickly through the square.

The square of the capital, bathed in the morning sun, was vast.

It had been designed so that the magnificent Imperial Palace could be seen from every angle, with red flags bearing the sun crest—the symbol of the Great Empire of Palen—fluttering proudly in the breeze.

It was a place carefully planned so that not only the citizens of the empire, but also any foreign visitors would be struck by the grandeur of Palen’s royal family.

As Chesha looked around, Belzeon asked quietly,

“Do you want to take a look?”

Chesha, who was hidden beneath his robe with only her face peeking out, shook her head.

A two-year-old from an orphanage might have been seeing the capital square for the first time, but for the witch fairy Richesia, she had been there countless times.

‘The tea house at the back of the building over there is really good.’ 

She thought, licking her lips absentmindedly.

As they crossed the square, she glanced naturally at the large bulletin board.

In the center of the board, in the most conspicuous place, were several wanted posters of the witch fairy Richesia.

Chesha frowned as she read the words scrawled across the posters: vicious, atrocities, and outstanding looks.

‘Why did they draw it so ugly!’

It was a crude painting that didn’t even come close to her true appearance.

She wanted to find the artist responsible for the wanted portrait and give him a good slap on the head.

Meanwhile, there was also a warning message, highlighted in large red letters, at the bottom of the wanted poster.

 

[Those who damage or remove this wanted poster will be punished severely.]

 

Since the witch fairy Richesia was famous, there were people who ripped off and collected those wanted posters.

In the Backworld, no one picked them up and the wanted posters were overflowing there, but strangely, the people outside were different.

‘Well… is it because the inhabitants of the Backworld often see me in real life?’

Belzeon looked at the wanted poster for a moment but said nothing.

Instead, his interest shifted to the other side.

“Extra, extra!”

It was the voice of a boy selling newspapers.

“A huge explosion occurred in the capital this morning! The shocking news that the Count of Basilian’s mansion collapsed!”

Perhaps because of the sensational article, the newspaper was selling like hot cakes.

Belzeon naturally joined the crowd and bought a newspaper for a coin.

Chesha, who was wrapped in his robe and hanging from the hem, opened her mouth quietly.

“Exuse me, young Masteh.”

“Call me brother.”

“Ah, yes.”

Since they had no familial ties now, she had initially called him “young master.”

But while on the run, it felt too out of place for a baby to address him that way.

“Brother” was more appropriate for their current situation.

She nodded, but Beelzeon casually said,

“It doesn’t matter if you keep calling me that in the future.”

“…?”

“It’s not only siblings by blood who can call each other brother.” 

He said lightly, as if it was nothing. Then, in his usual indifferent tone, he asked,

“Why did you call me?”

“Is it okay da puppy stick his head out?”

“…As you please.”

With his permission, Hata poked his head out from under Chesha’s chin.

Thanks to this, a funny sight was created, a two-story tower of a baby and a puppy.

“….”

For some reason, a faint smile seemed to cross Belzeon’s lips.

It disappeared quickly, so Chesha couldn’t be sure if she’d really seen it.

The place Belzeon led them to was an old inn.

Before he opened the door to enter, Chesha and Hata hid themselves back under his robe.

After paying the innkeeper for the room, he finally entered and let Chesha and Hata out.

Belzeon didn’t show it, but he also seemed quite nervous.

He placed Chesha and Hata on the bed, sat down on the chair, and let out a long, quiet breath.

There was a hint of relief in that exhalation.

“We’ll stay here tonight and move again tomorrow.” 

He said, taking the time to gently explain his plans to her.

From then on, they had a rare moment of calm, unlike fugitives.

While Belzeon stepped out for a while, Chesha and Hata checked for any suspicious people around the inn.

Then, they had a late breakfast and lunch with the food Belzeon had brought: a loaf of bread, some water, and a bit of cheese.

When Belzeon saw Chesha eating the plain, dry bread without jam, a shadow passed over his face.

“…Are you okay? If it’s too hard to eat, I’ll get you something else.”

“Huh? It’s goowd!”

Eating well, she didn’t understand why he suddenly seemed concerned.

Trying to reassure him, she added,

“I eat yike dis often. I used chu.”

For a child from an orphanage, it wasn’t a lie.

However, Belzeon’s face darkened even more at Chesha’s answer.

His expression kept getting gloomier whenever she spoke, so Chesha simply stopped talking and finished the rest of the bread with Hata in silence.

After the meal, Belzeon went out again and didn’t return until sunset, this time bringing back dinner.

Dinner was a hot stew.

Chesha and Hata, who were now very full, lay sprawled out on the bed.

Meanwhile, Belzeon took out his sword and began to sharpen it.

‘Hoo.’

Chesha thought, watching him with interest.

It was the first time she had seen him holding a sword.

She was used to seeing him with a quill, not a blade….

But his posture and movements with the sword were practiced and sure.

He seemed to be quite an accomplished swordsman.

Belzeon’s sword was very unique.

The dark blue blade matched the color of his hair.

‘Is there even a dark blue material that can be forged into a sword?’ she wondered.

She recalled that Kiern’s sword had also been unusual—its blade was as black as Kiern’s hair.

‘Are these swords specially made for the Basilian family?’

Did he notice the curiosity in her expression?

Belzeon, staring indifferently at the blade gleaming in the lantern light, finally spoke.

“The heir to the title of Count Basilian wields a demonic sword.”

A demonic sword.

It was the first time she had heard the term.

“It’s fed the master’s blood for a hundred days, then blood from different species for another hundred, and finally the blood of the monsters living in the Black Forest for a hundred days.”

After feeding it daily for three hundred days, the sword is finally buried in the soil of the Black

Forest for ten days.

Then the blade changes color, and the demonic sword is born.

“You might not know because you haven’t been to the depths of the Black Forest.”

Chesha had actually visited the Black Forest not long ago, even seen the treasure Kiern had hidden there, but she kept quiet and pretended ignorance as she listened.

“Owning a demonic sword means taking on the duty of dealing with the monsters that live there.”

Belzeon sheathed the sword, wrapping a cloth around the scabbard to hide it, his voice cold and distant.

“So don’t be curious about it. You don’t understand now because you’re still young, but one day you’ll be grateful to be free from Basilian.”

“Because the Count of Basilian is cursed.”

She didn’t think much about it, even later.

Chesha didn’t bother voicing her thoughts.

Instead, she quickly asked the question she’d been meaning to.

“What if da Bwack Fowest disappeaws?”

Belzeon smiled faintly.

A laugh escaping him as if amused by the childish notion.

“That’s something no human power can solve.”

Chesha thought to herself,

‘Then maybe with the power of a fairy?’