The Baby Fairy is A Villain Chapter 50

Serea Fron Yvroiel was known for being a bold heroine.

With her striking pink and purple hair, the symbol of the duchy, cascading down her back, she stood taller than most men and had a solid physique.

Her voice was unusually low, so whenever the Duke of Yvroiel chanted magic, she immediately drew the attention of everyone around her.

At banquets, socialite young ladies and young masters would blush and become shy if they even made eye contact with her.

The duke was well aware of her charm.

To highlight her unique appearance, she dressed extravagantly, like a peacock, and enjoyed attending various banquets and dinner parties.

She was also diligent in hosting her own banquets.

The banquets held by the Duke of Yvroiel, meticulously planned and executed, were famous throughout the Palen Empire.

They were unique and lively events that any aristocrat with an interest in social circles would be eager to receive an invitation to.

Even foreign nobles desired to attend the Duke’s banquets.

Perhaps because of this glamorous life.

People often forgot one crucial detail.

Serea, the Duke of Yvroiel, who looked as young as a woman in her thirties…

Was actually well over sixty years old.

Thanks to her exceptional magical abilities, her body had stopped aging, but in truth, she was older than the current emperor himself.

With blood that connected her to the imperial family and wielding immense power, she was someone who feared nothing in the world.

However, there was one existence that Serea trembled before.

Just that one awful guy made her grind her teeth.

“Huu….”

Wearing a nightgown and lying on the bed, Serea let out a long breath.

A sweet aroma rose from the clear liquor in her wine glass.

She took a slow sip of the foreign liquor, then sighed in satisfaction.

With her eyes half-closed, she enjoyed the quiet of the midnight air.

The bath had made her drowsy, and the gentle sounds of grass insects came through the open window.

But then—

“Your Excellency the Duke.”

A man’s voice.

Serea opened her eyes.

She rolled them in annoyance, then saw the man standing in the window and screamed.

“Aaaagh!”

She threw the wine glass in her hand.

The rare liquor she had saved so carefully spilled in a bright arc.

“You crazy guuuuy! I paid all the money! Aaargh!!”

The man easily dodged the flying glass.

The expensive cup flew out the window and was gone.

He watched it fall for a moment, then turned back to Serea with a smile.

“I’m not here for the money.”

“Then what!”

The man’s gaze shifted to the side, ignoring her fury.

“The gown, please.”

At his calm tone, Serea let out a bitter laugh.

To the subject who wouldn’t budge even if a crowd of naked, peerless beauties danced before his eyes—

A man with a heart harder than diamond. Yet, here he was, pretending to be shy for no good reason.

“Eh, did you decide to pretend to be modest now?”

“It’s just basic human etiquette.”

“Human? Humaaan? How dare you say that word, you impudent bastard!”

“Your Excellency.”

The soft voice cut through Serea’s rant like a knife.

Serea, who’d been yelling a moment ago, fell silent.

She squinted one eye at him.

“…Why?”

“It’s always fun to chat with Your Excellency, but I don’t have time tonight.”

“Aha, I heard your house is on fire?”

Serea snorted as she adjusted her gown and reached for the wide plate on the dresser.

She picked up the sage leaves and mint leaves neatly arranged there and began to chew.

“So you didn’t come here as a moneylender? You certainly didn’t come here to ask me to put out the fire, either.”

Just a townhouse, he was a man so wealthy he could burn down a dozen homes in one night.

No way he’d come all the way here just because of a fire.

Serea looked at the man with wary eyes.

The Count of Basilian, Kiern Basilian.

He was a good guy—just to be seen and enjoyed with the eyes.

Beautiful and dangerous, as if crafted by the devil himself.

If others were crude, mass-produced goods, Kiern was the singular masterpiece of a genius artisan—one they would make only once in their lifetime.

As an art lover, Serea found it delightful to merely look at him.

But beautiful flowers always have thorns.

Serea knew he was as venomous as a snake.

“What is it?”

Her words, sharp as the edge of a shattered wine glass, sliced through the air.

Kiern, standing with the moonlight at his back, parted his lips slowly.

“Master.”

“…”

It was an old, old nickname.

Kiern spoke quietly, as Serea froze.

“Help me.”

It had been a long time, and yet he came only to say this.

And with words she could never refuse.

‘…Like a cunning viper.’

Serea spat out curses under her breath and sat down on the bed.

Crossing her legs and folding her arms, she stared at Kiern.

“I’ll help you. But in return, send me your third child.”

She was thinking of that pretty third son of the Basilian family.

“You said he had talent in magic. If he were born a jewel, you should polish him and make him shine.”

“I’ve said it before, but he still doesn’t want it. If he asks, I will send him to Your Excellency right away.”

“Ugh…. That’s why talented people can be so annoying.”

Even though he was born with that precious magical talent, he let it rot quietly.

No matter how much you train him, it’s all wasted.

Serea shook her head in disgust.

“So what’s the matter?”

“I lost my youngest daughter.”

“…Youngest daughter?”

Just as she was about to say, “You only have three sons,” something suddenly came to mind.

It was known that Count Basilian had recently adopted a baby from an orphanage.

A story that had quickly become a hot topic in social circles.

Ever since she heard the news, Serea had been burning with curiosity about why he adopted the child, though she had restrained herself until now.

She should have asked him why in exchange for helping him today.

Serea briefly regretted it, but outwardly, she managed to stay calm, her expression cool as she listened.

“As you know, the house caught fire. Because of that, I can’t move freely. Of course, I plan to send someone to search personally, but….”

Kiern spoke with a picturesque smile.

“Wouldn’t it be easier if Your Excellency used magic to help?”

She could guess the situation at once.

There were very few people in the Empire who knew Kiern practiced dark magic.

If that fact got out, the Heresy Inquisitors would pay him a visit.

The mansion fire had already drawn too much attention.

In this situation, using large-scale dark magic would be too risky, he might get caught.

For her poor disciple, Serea decided to lend her magic.

“There must be a part of the body from the person themselves, or someone connected by blood. Did you bring any hair?”

“…There’s none.”

Kiern slowly drew his fingernail across his palm.

Red blood welled up.

“I will use my own blood.”

Serea snapped her fingers.

A scepter rolling around the corner of the bedroom flew under Kiern’s hand to catch the dripping blood.

“But isn’t she adopted?”

“My son is also missing.”

“Who?”

“The first child, Belzeon.”

Serea paused.

She knew of Belzeon, the eldest son of the Basilian family.

Though still young, he was already recognized as a genius and acted as Kiern’s proxy.

For Kiern to say he had lost such a child, one who was already worthy of inheriting the Count’s title—

No matter how she thought about it, it didn’t sound like “lost” at all.

“He couldn’t stand your temper and ran away, didn’t he?”

Kiern only laughed, a silent response.

Serea sighed and dragged the bottle of blood in front of her.

She quickly drew a magic circle in the air, determined to be done with this as quickly as possible and send him on his way.

The magic circle, made of glowing purple lines, shimmered with a mysterious light.

The blood-filled bottle was sucked into the circle and shattered.

As the blood was absorbed, the light of the magic circle grew stronger.

“…!!”

Serea raised her arms to shield her face.

A sharp rupture sound cut through the room, and the magic circle cracked and splintered.

As the fragments of light scattered, Serea stared, stunned.

“You, next to Belzeon right now… who is there?”

She muttered the question, swallowing back the blood that rose from the backlash of the broken spell.

“It broke my spell….”

Serea was no ordinary mage, she was the Duke of a great empire, a master of magic renowned across the continent.

For her tracking magic to be broken so easily, there was only one meaning.

Whoever had destroyed her spell… was just as strong as she was.