The Baby Fairy is A Villain Chapter 58

Chesha felt her heart sink in an instant.

There was nothing wrong with what he said.

What truly startled her wasn’t his words.

But the fact that Kiern, of all people, seemed to waver.

Especially since she knew how cold and cruel the Master of the Backworld was known to be.

Chesha had assumed his gentle behavior toward her was merely an act, something he did out of calculated necessity.

But now, Kiern…

He looked genuinely hurt.

Could someone like him even feel hurt?

The confusion swirling in her chest made it even harder to speak.

Chesha bit her lip.

Kiern went on muttering to himself, her silence weighing heavily between them.

“What did Dad do wrong…? Why is Chesha…”

Without meaning to, Chesha suddenly shouted,

“You didn’t do anyfing wong!”

Kiern’s eyes widened in surprise.

Looking at the shaking red eyes, Chesha spoke again.

“Nofing….”

It was a word she had thrown out, hoping it would calm him down even a little.

But the moment Kiern heard Chesha’s voice.

His expressionless face twisted completely.

He covered his face with both hands.

The cane that had slipped from his fingers clattered loudly as it rolled across the marble floor.

Chesha noticed the shadows around him beginning to twist into more grotesque shapes.

Now, it was no longer just the wind shaking the lanterns or shadows swaying.

The light from the lanterns that had once brightly illuminated the temple subtly began to fade.

The temple, which had been nearly as bright as day, was slowly—bit by bit—being swallowed by darkness.

Perhaps finding it hard to breathe, Kiern inhaled and exhaled deeply.

“If, I, didn’t do anything wrong…”

A mangled, cracked voice spilled from his lips.

“Why abandon me?”

A faint sound of chains was heard.

Just as the chains of condemnation were about to be summoned by Hilon and swords were drawn by the holy knights.

“Count!”

The shout of a boy tore through the thick, tense air.

The hood of an old robe was pulled back, revealing a face panting in the doorway.

With wide, stunned eyes locked onto Kiern, the boy dashed forward.

And without a word, his fist shot out and landed squarely on Kiern’s face.

Wham!

Kiern’s head was knocked sideways by the unhesitating blow.

The temple, which had dimmed strangely, was brightened once more.

“…Haa, haa.”

Belzeon punched Kiern first, then gasped for breath.

He had run so fast that he couldn’t speak for a moment, too out of breath.

His eyes trembled as he checked on Chesha.

Relief crossed his face when he saw her safe and unharmed in Hilon’s arms.

But as soon as he turned to look at Kiern’s condition, his expression darkened.

“…Belzeon.”

It seemed a bit of clarity had returned to Kiern, though the gaze remained unfocused.

The corners of the mouth were raised—an automatic, practiced smile.

Then, quite suddenly and without warning, a phrase was spoken that no one could understand.

“The rain doesn’t stop.”

The words were whispered as slightly swollen lips were licked.

“It kept… raining.”

The meaning was unclear to everyone.

But somehow, the message appeared to be understood by Belzeon instantly.

“Count.”

Belzeon spoke in a low, urgent voice.

“Calm down. Do you even know where you are right now?”

His glare made it obvious he was ready to hit Kiern again.

Kiern blinked slowly, trying to steady his breathing.

Just then, Duke Yveroil suddenly burst into laughter.

“Haha, what a serious atmosphere.”

She gave Kiern a hard slap on the back.

With her large hand, she gave Kiern a firm pat on the back and said,

“Looks like my goddaughter doesn’t want to go home just yet, hmm?”

“….”

Each time the duke struck his back, the inside of the temple—where the dark energy had not completely lifted—grew a little brighter.

Annoyance hovered over Kiern’s face, and the feeling of precariousness from earlier had faded.

‘Haa…’

Chesha let out a sigh of relief.

‘That was really dangerous.’

She had heard the sound of Hilon’s chains.

If Kiern had taken even one more step, he would’ve been bound and dragged to the heresy interrogation room.

Chesha had known it wouldn’t end quietly, but she hadn’t expected it to escalate this far.

‘But why am I worried about Kiern?’

Honestly, if Kiern had been condemned, it might have made things easier for Chesha.

No more fear of being chased—she could’ve simply returned to living as the witch fairy.

And yet, she genuinely worried about him.

The feeling was too deep to dismiss as mere attachment.

As Chesha lingered in confusion, unable to make sense of her emotions,

Duke Yveroil efficiently stepped in and began tidying up the situation.

“I’ve been thinking about it. First of all, how about having a little conversation with the adults?

Me, Count Basilian, and…”

The Duke smiled as her eyes lingered on Hilon.

“Including my goddaughter’s escort. Just the three of us.”

Hilon didn’t say anything polite like, ‘It’s an honor,’ or ‘I’d be happy to.’

Even when the Duke of the powerful Palen Empire requested a conversation, he simply replied bluntly,

“If that is Your Excellency’s wish, I will comply.”

“Hahaha, every time, I’m reminded how arrogant you are.”

Duke Yveroel asked with a grin.

“And where do you belong?”

“Hilderd, First Order of the Holy Knights of the Holy Empire.”

“Huh… yes, yes. So it’s not baseless arrogance after all.”

With a broad smile, she slung her arm over Kiern’s shoulder.

Still looking a little dazed, he was held casually as the Duke glanced at Hilon again and gave him a smile.

“So, how about a cup of tea? It’s rather sudden for this time of night, but surely better than standing around like this.” 

She joked, adding that standing too long was difficult now that she was getting older.

Chesha recalled that Duke Yvroiel was actually over sixty years old.

Hilon seemed to remember that fact a moment too late, and his demeanor became just slightly more respectful.

“I’ll take you inside.”

While the commotion was settling down, Belzeon stepped forward and extended his hand.

“My sister.”

Chesha’s eyes widened slightly at the title—it was the first time he had referred to her as his younger sister.

“Give her back.”

Hilon slowly released Chesha from his arms.

Belzeon gently took her and pulled her into a hug.

The moment the boy embraced her.

Thump-thump.

The loud beating of a heart echoed between them.

It revealed just how nervous Belzeon truly was, despite his outwardly calm, expressionless face.

Silently, he held Chesha close.

Only after feeling her warmth and regaining his composure did he finally speak.

“My sister is still young. It’s time for her to sleep, so we’ll head in first.”

“Okay,”

Duke Yvroiel replied with a grin, the corners of her mouth stretching wide.

She gave Belzeon a sinister look and said,

“Don’t run away. Stay put in your room, Belzeon.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, Your Excellency.”

Leaving behind the laughing Duke Yveroiel, amused by his curt answer,

Belzeon quickly turned and walked away, still holding Chesha in his arms.

In the distance, Kiern came into her line of sight.

He seemed to have returned to normal, but his face remained slightly pale.

 

“Chesha, leave Daddy?”

 

Strangely, Kiern’s words kept echoing in her ears.

Before their eyes could meet, Chesha quickly looked away.

Click.

The door closed behind them as Belzeon leaned back against it upon entering the room.

He stood there for a long moment, unmoving.

Then, still holding Chesha, he slowly sank to the floor, as if his strength had left him.

He hugged her tightly, and she could feel how terribly his body was trembling.

“What the…. Damn, it’s raining, huh, nonsense….”

Chesha opened her mouth in surprise.

It was the first time she had ever heard Belzeon curse.

But he didn’t seem to notice that he had cursed.

Just gasping for breath as he buried his face against her small body.

‘I think he’s insane too.’

In any case, the men of the Basilian family always pretended to be fine and proud on the outside, but inside, they were all a mess.

Chesha reached out and gently stroked his hair.

Belzeon flinched at the small gesture, but soon relaxed, leaning into her tiny hand as he stretched out his body.

They stayed like that for a while—just the two of them, quietly breathing.

Rattle-rattle.

Suddenly, the window shook—then swung open before she could react.

Riding the night breeze, two small boys swiftly slipped inside.

“Brother! Little Sis…!”

“We’re here.”

It was Ishuel and Karha.