The Baby Fairy is A Villain Chapter 49

Chesha thought about that, then shook her head to herself.

From now on, she would live a life that had nothing to do with the Count of Basilian.

She heard it once again.

“There is no need to worry about the Black Forest. Once it’s sorted out, it will be quiet for a while.”

Even before coming up to the capital this time, Kiern had already cleared the Black Forest once.

Belzeon frowned slightly as he tried to comfort Chesha, telling her not to worry because the

Count bore that much responsibility.

Belzeon muttered softly,

“I keep talking nonsense without realizing it. You wouldn’t even understand….”

Actually, talking about the demonic sword earlier wasn’t something he should have told a baby.

Belzeon stood up from his chair and leaned his sword against the head of the bed.

“It’s time to sleep.”

There was only one bed.

She lay down on the small bed, sharing a pillow alongside Belzeon.

Hata slipped into a spot between them, as if jealous of the closeness they shared.

The little dog curled up and yawned with his mouth wide open.

“We’ll be leaving at dawn tomorrow, so go to bed early,” 

Belzeon said, turning over to face Chesha then he stopped for a moment, murmuring to himself.

“…Do babies usually go to bed early?”

Chesha didn’t know either, so she simply opened her eyes wide and stared at him.

Belzeon quickly pulled the blanket up and tucked her in.

Chesha pretended to be sleepy, blinking her eyes heavily and then closing them.

She lay still, breathing evenly, feigning sleep.

Through the stillness, she heard a small whisper.

“Good night.”

A soft rustle followed as Belzeon gripped the edge of the blanket.

Even after wishing her good night, he didn’t seem able to sleep.

She could feel his gaze lingering on her face.

The gaze stayed there for a long, long time.

After a while, Belzeon’s voice reached her in a hushed murmur.

“…It would be good if you really were my little sister.”

Chesha waited for something more.

But there was nothing after that.

When she slightly opened her eyes, she saw the boy sleeping soundly, oblivious to the world.

He had tried hard not to let go of the tension, but in the end, he couldn’t overcome his fatigue and fell asleep.

It was only natural, this was the first time in Belzeon’s life that he had ever done something like this.

Chesha stared blankly at his sleeping face, just as he had watched her before.

Today, he had blown up Count Basilian’s mansion and fled with her to avoid Kiern’s pursuit.

He had accomplished something bold, something even an adult would hesitate to do.

Yet the face that now rested so peacefully was still that of a young boy.

Seeing him sleep from exhaustion, a flicker of pity crossed Chesha’s mind.

Was it because he had cared for her, even as he tried to seem indifferent?

Chesha found herself quietly concerned for him.

Especially knowing that, even if she left, Belzeon would still have to live on as a Basilian.

‘I hope Kiern doesn’t scold him too much.’

As she was worried, Hata opened his closed eyes.

The jealous puppy narrowed his eyes and pretended to bark silently.

Chesha laughed softly along with Hata.

At that moment, as she carefully reached out to touch Hata—

“…!”

A purple circle appeared on the ceiling above the bed where Belzeon and Chesha were lying.

Intricate lines formed within the circle, drawn without hesitation in a perfect, unbroken pattern.

Hata, startled, let out a human word without even realizing it.

“Hick, it’s a tracking magic circle…!”

Chesha frowned and stared at the magic circle.

Judging by the pure energy and the color of the magic, it wasn’t Kiern’s work.

But it was an incredibly precise and refined tracking magic.

A mage of exceptional skill and vivid purple magic—

There was only one person who came to mind.

It was the Duke of Yvroiel.

She was one of the most gifted mages on the entire continent.

She was also a heroine who had brought the Duke of Yvroiel to its brightest days.

Such an exquisite magic was indeed worthy of her reputation.

‘But why is the Duke of Yvroiel-?’

Could it be that Kiern had asked her to use magic?

She couldn’t understand why a duke would use magic to track down a runaway child from another family.

In any case, this was a situation where she absolutely could not afford to be caught.

She had fled from the Count’s estate, after all.

Chesha decided not to worry about the future and simply rely on her power for now.

‘Let’s show the Duke a bit of fairy magic.’

Mages had never encountered the power of the fairies.

Fairies were nearly extinct and very rarely seen.

They didn’t usually harm others, for they lacked aggressive instincts.

By nature, fairies only ever used their powers for defense.

But Chesha was different.

A being born with powers that were out of sync from the very start.

A fairy who wielded an axe and nurtured man-eating flowers, twisted into a strange and dangerous form.

Of course, she didn’t hesitate to attack others when she needed to.

“….”

Chesha pulled back the blanket and got out of bed.

First, she made a jasmine flower bloom in her hand and placed it on Belzeon’s chest.

She cast a light magic on it to induce sleep, so even if there was a bit of noise, he wouldn’t wake up and would continue to sleep peacefully.

Then, she immediately gathered her strength.

Colorful flowers bloomed at her feet, and fluttering butterflies gathered in the air.

Chesha reached into the cluster of butterflies and pulled out an axe.

“Oww.”

Since it was the axe that Richesia used, it was far too heavy for the baby Chesha.

She almost fell backward with the weight of it, but she managed to regain her balance.

“Urrgh….”

She picked up the axe with the help of the butterflies.

Holding the axe firmly, she glared up at the magic circle drawn on the ceiling.

The moment the circle was completed with confident lines, Chesha jumped up.

The butterflies and flowers gave her wings, and Chesha soared lightly into the air, slamming the axe into the magic circle.

Clank!

The sound of breaking magic was loud.

The magic circle crumbled piece by piece, and fragments of dazzling light illuminated all directions.

To prevent the fragments from reaching Belzeon, Chesha ordered the flowers and butterflies to swallow all the traces of the broken magic so the fragments wouldn’t explode.

Hata also hopped over and swallowed some of the magic fragments.

“Phew.”

Landing lightly on the floor, Chesha put the axe back into the ring and let out a small breath.

Once the tracking magic was broken…

‘I’ll be caught soon.’

Chesha looked down at the sleeping Belzeon.

The boy clearly had an effective plan.

However, it was only a plan to stop ‘the Count of Basilian’.

He couldn’t have predicted that Kiern would turn to a third party for help, rather than just using his own subordinates from the Backworld.

‘It’s something I didn’t expect either.’

She didn’t know what he had done to make the Duke of Yvroiel use her magic.

If the Duke was truly getting involved, they would be caught very quickly if they stayed here.

Hata came jingling next to Chesha and asked,

“Should there be another way?”

“Maybe….”

“What if Hata goes to the Count’s mansion and sets it on fire again?”

“….”

The scene of Belzeon’s bomb explosion had clearly impressed him, it seemed he wanted to try it himself.

Chesha quickly stopped Hata, warning him not to do that.

‘As expected, it’s best for me to bring in a third party and use them as a shield.’

Someone Kiern wouldn’t dare treat carelessly.

Someone with a high position and strong power, who could protect both Chesha and Belzeon.

Chesha put her hand on her forehead, and a small groan escaped from her lips.

“Aargh….”

There was one person who was perfectly suited for this situation.

So perfect, in fact, that she felt a sense of shame just thinking about him.

He was the Heresy Inquisitor of the Holy Empire Hilderd.

It was Hilon.