The Baby Fairy is A Villain Chapter 52

Hilon’s lieutenant, Darren, had witnessed every step of his rise—from the bottom ranks to the title of Heresy Inquisitor.

From the moment they entered the temple as apprentice knights, Darren had a feeling.

That boy—cold and indifferent like a lifeless doll—was destined to become someone great.

So Darren stayed close, never leaving his side. And in the end, the investment paid off.

Hilon rose to become the head of the Heresy Inquisitors, second only to the Holy King himself.

Among the many elite Holy Knights, only thirteen could ever reach the rank of Heresy Inquisitor.

It was a position reserved for the best of the best—those with overwhelming skill and unmatched discipline.

And Hilon had reached it faster than anyone else in the history of the Holy Empire.

Yet not a single voice rose in opposition.

A holy relic that had tried the patience of even the Holy King, kept for years without ever finding a worthy bearer.

Only Hilon proved capable of wielding the ‘Chain of Condemnation’.

Despite the holy relic requiring an immense amount of divine power to even activate, Hilon handled it effortlessly.

Cardinals who were mentioned as candidates for the next Holy King tried their best to get close to Hilon.

It was because it was no exaggeration to say that he was currently holding the military power of the Holy Empire.

For all his greatness as a Heresy Inquisitor,

Hilon bore a single blemish on his otherwise untainted legacy.

The witch-fairy, Richesia.

 

[Pity the weak, and do good.

Punish the wicked, and condemn evil.

In God’s name, for His honor and glory,

I swear to uphold justice and righteousness.

This is the Oath of Divinity.]

 

It was an oath every Holy Knight was required to memorize and engrave deeply in their heart.

Hilon had memorized it easily enough, but he had always harbored doubts.

Punishing and condemning came naturally…

What proved difficult was pitying the weak and doing good.

 

“I don’t know. Not even once have I truly experienced it.”

 

Hilon followed the oath mechanically, without emotion.

Then, one day, he vanished without a word and was gone for several days—until he returned and spoke without warning.

 

“I think I know now what it means to pity the weak and do good.”

 

He met someone he wanted to protect—someone he wished to cherish and care for—and, for the first time, Hilon showed sympathy and kindness.

Despite a week in solitary confinement and three months of temple cleaning as punishment for abandoning his mission, his eyes gleamed with an unfamiliar light, as if something within him had been quietly set ablaze.

‘If I had known it was the witch fairy Richesia, I would’ve crushed it immediately.’

Still, Darren tried to think positively.

After all, who could be perfect?

Even Hilon needed a flaw or two to look a little more human.

‘…I thought that, and now I want to kill my past self.’

Darren gasped and licked his lips.

The witch fairy had disappeared.

She used to cause trouble every day—constant chaos—but then, all of a sudden, she went quiet, and he thought she was finally growing up.

But she vanished, as if she had simply evaporated.

And after that… Hilon started to act a little strangely.

Originally, he was a Heresy Inquisitor known for being rational, cool-headed, and utterly devoid of emotion.

But lately, he’d been doing things that made no sense.

He mobilized the Holy Knights to search for the witch fairy and even went so far as to reveal the Holy Knights’ presence in the Backworld.

Thanks to that reckless move, he discovered the truth that the witch fairy wasn’t dead. She had simply been hiding.

For the first time, the Holy King shouted in fury at Hilon.

If not for the ‘Rubeus Spear’—a gift from the witch fairy—it might’ve ended badly.
The spear saved him, barely smoothing things over.

Still, knowing she was alive, he thought he could win her heart…

In fact, things only felt stranger after he returned from the Backworld.

Hilon began acting like he was ready to cause an even bigger incident.

It was around that time that he began to miss the witch fairy.

‘I can’t believe I’ve wanted to see Richesia.’

When the witch-fairy was around, all he had to do was keep an eye on that one thing.

But lately, Hilon had become unpredictable—no one could guess which direction he’d go next.

Even today, he’d done something strange out of nowhere.

“Go to the capital.”

Upon hearing the news that Count Basilian’s residence was on fire, he immediately set out for the capital with his lieutenant Darren and several knights.

The Basilian family was already under investigation by the Heresy Inquisitors.

They had been watching them for some time, but after the family adopted a baby to attend the Pre-Saint Prayer Meeting, they were officially designated as a target of investigation.

For the investigation, Hilon approached Count Basilian directly, using the escort of the adopted child as a pretext.

He gave a light warning, telling the count that the Inquisition was watching and not to do anything foolish, but the count didn’t take the hint.

To be more precise, he seemed unwilling to understand.

Since then, Count Basilian had been openly engaging in suspicious activities, and for reasons even Hilon couldn’t fully explain, he found himself growing increasingly concerned about the adopted child.

Anyway, when Hilon said they were heading to the capital, he didn’t ask questions—he simply followed.

Upon arriving in the imperial capital, they were relieved to hear there had been no casualties.
However, a third of the Basilian family’s townhouse had been destroyed.

A full day had already passed, and the count’s family had since moved to a hotel.
They were nowhere to be found.

“Would you like to return?”

It was in that moment that he urged Hilon with a quiet, hidden wish.

Hilon slowly shifted his gaze.

A small butterfly fluttered past his eyes.

Just an ordinary white butterfly… and yet, for some reason, he couldn’t look away.

For a brief moment, it felt special.

“Oh, ohh… Hilon-nim!”

Hilon was already moving, quietly following the butterfly.

It led him to a flower stall at the edge of the street.

There, in front of the stand, stood a boy in a hooded robe.

He held a baby in his arms and whispered softly to her.

“Which flower?”

“Hu-ump… I yike all!”

“Then I’ll pick this one.”

It was a charming, almost storybook-like scene, and watching the two of them pick flowers together felt strangely satisfying.

But it was Hilon who shattered that sweetness.

Without warning, he strode forward, seized the boy by the shoulder, and turned him around by force.

The boy’s hand immediately went to the sword at his waist, his gaze sharpening in an instant.

But when he saw Hilon in the uniform of a Holy Knight, he hesitated.

“….”

Hilon looked down at the baby in silence.

Beside him, Darren caught sight of her and gasped.

She was the kind of baby who truly deserved the title of fairy.

With round, rosy cheeks that looked sweet enough to bite, she beamed the moment her eyes met Hilon’s.

Then, like a flower bud bursting into bloom, she let out a joyful shout, smiling as if the world itself delighted her.

“Mister Knight!”

Darren swallowed dryly.

‘Oh, so that baby is.’

The adopted child of Count Basilian—currently the most talked-about figure in the capital…

Hilon suspected that this baby was none other than the daughter of the witch fairy, Richesia.

 

***

 

Chesha briefly reflected on her past.

Why hadn’t she ever met someone truly capable of helping her?

The moment Kiern had a problem, he immediately brought in His Excellency—the Duke of the Great Empire of Palen.

‘As expected… the world runs on connections.’

But the real issue was this: she had to ask for help not as the witch-fairy Richesia, but as the baby Chesha.

In truth, Hilon was her only option.

He had the perfect justification, serving as her escort knight for the Pre-Saint Prayer Meeting.

It was an ideal position to act as her guardian.

And if she stayed close to Hilon, she might even get a chance to observe the temple up close.

‘Because I have to investigate the Holy Empire anyway.”’

She thought it would be fine to use this opportunity to get a feel for the atmosphere.

After all, she had already prepared all sorts of excuses for herself.

She waited patiently for Belzeon to wake up.

He, however, was flustered; he had woken much later than planned, all because of the jasmine flowers she had left for him the night before.

“Sorry, I woke up late. That’s never happened to me before.”

“Yes! Did you sweep well?”

When she smiled at Belzeon as he muttered an apology, he paused for a moment before quietly saying,

“… Best sleep I’ve had in a while.”

“Arf-arf.”

Unable to tolerate the warm atmosphere, Hata quickly interrupted.

Belzeon, unaware that the little puppy was jealous, assumed he was just hungry and tossed him a leftover piece of bread from the day before.

Hata glared at him, but didn’t reject the offering.

He jumped up, snatched the bread, and devoured it.

Without another word, Belzeon packed up and left the inn.

“From today on, we’re heading for the edge of the capital. Once we’re out of the empire, they won’t chase us as hard.”

Chesha looked at Belzeon, who remained completely unaware, with a pitiful gaze.

Your father joined hands with the Duke…