The Baby Fairy is A Villain Chapter 51

Duke Yveroil’s magic had been destroyed.

The tracking had failed—but instead of discouraging her, it only heightened her excitement. She sprinted forward, ready to help without a second thought.

Chesha would be by Belzeon’s side. The very thought was enough to drive her mad.

“It must be a child with tremendous magical potential! Children destined to become archmages often cause one or two major incidents even before they formally begin their training. I’m sure that’s what this is, too.”

She was thrilled, exclaiming that the child must have subconsciously unleashed her power and destroyed the magic herself.

“No matter how you look at it, even the adopted child turns out to be a rare gem! Our grandson doesn’t measure up! I want to adopt her!”

Admired and envied, and quietly stirred a surge of excitement.

Even though the tracking spell had failed, Duke Yveroil was still someone who could help her in many other ways.

So Kiern patiently calmed her down.

First, he returned to the hotel—his temporary residence, while the townhouse remained in ruins.

Though he had already purchased another mansion in the capital, it wasn’t yet ready to live in. It still lacked proper furnishings and repairs.

In the meantime, he needed a place to stay, so he rented out the most luxurious hotel in the capital, every floor, the entire building.

There were some inconveniences—like paying several times the room rate to existing guests and relocating them to other hotels—but it was a necessary sacrifice for security.

The money was rotting and overflowing, so it hardly mattered.

Naturally, those unaware that Count Basilian was a hidden aristocrat were shocked by the news that he had rented out the entire hotel.

Even the hotel manager couldn’t believe it at first. The contract was only finalized after Kiern personally presented valuable items—like jewelry—instead of a simple check.

According to the manager, since the hotel’s grand opening, only one other person had ever rented the entire place: a foreign royal of immense wealth.

The manager made a big fuss, clearly eager to chat more, but the conversation was cut off with a single, sharp refusal.

Kiern didn’t have time.

“Father.”

Back in the hotel room, the twins were waiting for Kiern.

He had sent Jahan to track them down and bring them back immediately, but even so, it took a full day.

The distance must have been considerable.

“Read it.”

Kiern tossed Belzeon’s letter toward them.

Karha caught it mid-air without hesitation.

The twins instinctively huddled close, shoulder to shoulder as they read—closer than they had ever been.

When they finished, a heavy silence settled between them.

Then Karha summed up their thoughts with a single word.

“…Whoa. We’re ruined.”

Belzeon’s letter was written in elegant cursive, each line carefully penned with a quill.

The message, delivered in such refined handwriting, was clear and precise, concise enough to be printed in a textbook.

 

[I will not allow my family to commit an irreversible sin.

Nor will I let a child who isn’t a Basilian be dragged into it.

This is my duty as the heir of Count Basilian.

No matter what sin you demand of me, I will endure it.]

 

It was a letter written with unwavering resolve.

Ishuel bit his lower lip.

“A child who isn’t a Basilian… So, did brother Belzeon take little sis by force?”

“Maybe.”

“I was still worried about what our older brother said to her the other day.”

Ishuel looked up at Kiern, his eyes clouded.

“He told her she wasn’t a Basilian. Of course, he didn’t mean it in a bad way—but she’s still young. She wouldn’t know that.”

So if Belzeon had asked her to leave… she would have gone without protest.

Ishuel bit his lip hard, so hard it nearly bled.

Unlike Ishuel, who was ruled by emotion, Karha always managed to stay surprisingly calm in moments like this.

“But Belzeon is right.” 

He said, reaching for the letter lying on the table.

“Father, what will you do? When the Pre-Saint prayer meeting ends, is little sis finished?”

“No. I will continue to raise her as a Basilian.”

“Why? If you just use her and throw her away, it ends there.”

Red eyes met across the room.

Then Karha voiced what no one else dared to say.

“Are you keeping her because she looks like Mother?”

The air turned cold in an instant.

Ishuel, lips parted in surprise, forgot to breathe as he glanced between Karha and Kiern.

Karha spoke quietly, almost to himself.

“I was just curious, that’s all. Why are you like this, Father? You’re not usually like this. You’re being too kind to the baby. More than necessary.”

Karha was right.

She was a child brought in for a purpose.

To win her over, he had acted friendly, kind, just enough to make her trust him.

There was something about her that resembled his late wife, something that softened him.

But at some point, Kiern had started doing more than necessary.

And it wasn’t just that.

He found himself paying attention to her and growing increasingly interested.

A word babbled with a short tongue.

Unexpected behaviors that caught him off guard.

A pout, a mischievous grin playing on her face…

He found himself watching her without realizing it.

It wasn’t something he did consciously.

For no particular reason, he just kept observing her because he was interested.

He wondered what he would do if she weren’t in front of him, and whenever he saw her, he just wanted to go to her and reach out.

It was a feeling and impulse he couldn’t quite explain.

Maybe he just needed something to hold on to.

The truth was, ever since she appeared, his days had become more vivid.

It was because of her that he had started to laugh sincerely, no longer just out of habit.

On the contrary, the things he hadn’t noticed while she was beside him became clear once he took a step back.

Kiern realized—he wanted the child by his side.

“I don’t think Father can bring Mother back. No matter how powerful your magic is, if you’re not a God, how can you bring the dead back to life?”

He smiled involuntarily at the words that struck deep, reminding him of how dishonest he’d been with himself.

Of his three sons, Karha was the one whose thoughts he could never quite read.

He had never expected Karha to be thinking this way.

Ishuel quickly tugged on Karha’s sleeve, but Karha grabbed his wrist and held it firmly.

“Of course, Father will definitely try, but it doesn’t matter, as long as you don’t get caught. I trust you’ll handle it well, Father. Anyway, if no one finds out, it’s not a crime and the baby won’t be dragged into it either.”

“….”

“If Father has decided to raise her as a Basilian, I won’t oppose it.”

Ishuel, who had been quietly listening, quickly added,

“Me too… I think I’d like having a little sister.”

A brief silence fell over the room.

But soon, Karha spoke again.

“Father… our family needs that child. Just in a different way.”

Karha, who had been speaking without hesitation until now, paused for the first time.

After a brief silence, he continued, his voice softer, more cautious.

“Because, if the baby is here, I think about Mother a little less…”

Karha’s voice gradually faded.

“Because… everyone laughs instead of crying.”

His words weren’t exactly true.

None of the Basilian men had ever shed tears.

But that day… every one of them had.

The truth was, they were all still trapped in that rainy day, the day of the funeral.

They had gone on living, day after day, soaked in a grief that never dried.

And it was the child who, if only for a moment, stopped the rain from falling.

Kiern lowered his eyes.

For a moment, he could hear the rain echoing in his ears.

Just as he paused to breathe and reclaim a shred of sanity.

Jahan emerged from the shadows.

“Master.”

Jahan spoke, his tone unusually fast and urgent.

“I’ve located both Young Lady Chesha and Young Master Belzeon.”

The eyes of the twins and Kiern sharpened instantly.

They looked ready to bolt at any moment, but Jahan’s words made them pause in their tracks.

“It’s been reported that the Holy Knight took both the young lady and the young master.”

“…Holy Knight?”

Jahan answered cautiously, responding to Kiern’s stunned question.

“It was a Holy Knight named Hilon.”