The Baby Fairy is A Villain Chapter 59

Belzeon was startled by the sudden invasion of the twins.

While Chesha stood frozen in surprise, the twins clambered through the window, noisily chattering as they looked around the room.

“What, I thought it’d be shabby since it’s a temple, but the room’s nice?”

“I know, right? This is pretty good. We should bring it back to the county.”

“Uh, not really.”

While the two of them were busy giving their critiques, Belzeon gently placed Chesha on the floor and stood up.

He quietly drew the demonic sword from his waist.

A rumbling, ghastly metal sound echoed through the room, and both twins froze mid-step.

Leaving Chesha behind, Belzeon raised his sword and leveled it at his brothers.

Ishuel, realizing the blade was pointed directly at him, blinked rapidly in disbelief.

His long platinum eyelashes quivered.

“B-Brother…?”

Unlike Ishuel, who stood frozen in shock, Karha remained calm.

His brows furrowed, and his fierce gaze locked onto Belzeon.

His hand moved to the hilt of the sword at his waist.

For a moment, it looked like he might draw it—but in the end, he didn’t.

With a quiet sigh, Karha let go of the hilt completely.

“Don’t push it.”

A pair of sharp fangs showed through his lips in a twisted smile.

“Blowing up the count’s house and leaking information to assassins… Thanks to that, Ishuel and I almost died, you know?”

“Go back.”

Belzeon didn’t lower his sword.

He responded with an icy voice.

“If you really don’t want to die this time.”

Karha clenched his teeth until his jaw muscles tensed, and Ishuel bit his lip.

The atmosphere, which had briefly lightened with the twins’ arrival, quickly plummeted into darkness again.

“You want to try?”

Karha laughed and finally drew both of his swords.

A chilling aura began to pour out of him.

“Brother, if you don’t want to die, let’s go home quietly.”

Chesha, hiding behind Belzeon, let out an inward sigh.

She had been horrified watching the townhouse explode—but she hadn’t imagined it would end there.

Of course, even that wouldn’t have been enough to eliminate Kiern and the twins…

‘To the extent of hiring assassins.’

And now, one of them was standing with a sword drawn right in front of the others.

Honestly, it seemed Belzeon didn’t mind getting a little violent.

‘Still… I can’t just let the brothers fight each other.’

Chesha let out a long sigh and toddled forward.

As soon as Chesha stepped within reach of the blade, Belzeon hastily shifted his sword to the side.

Karha raised a brow, clearly surprised by his reaction.

Chesha planted herself firmly between the three brothers.

She stretched out her small arms to both sides and shouted with all the force she could muster,

“Stop it!”

The three of them flinched in unison.

All eyes turned to her.

With her eyebrows furrowed in determination, Chesha glared at Belzeon and Karha in turn and scolded them sternly.

“Huwy, put away your swowds!”

“…Uh, sorry.”

“….”

Karha was the first to apologize, sliding his swords back into their scabbards.

Belzeon followed silently, sheathing his weapon without a word.

Once all three had obeyed Chesha’s command, the tense atmosphere eased slightly.

For some reason, the brothers now stood a bit awkwardly, looking at Chesha—each of them seeming a little sheepish under her stern gaze.

Seeing the boys staring at her, Chesha sighed and said,

“I’m not gowing back.”

The twins’ eyes widened at the declaration that she would not return.

Ishuel quickly shouted,

“You misunderstood, little sis!”

Chesha tilted her head, not knowing what she had misunderstood, and Ishuel bent his knees and sat down.

He spoke carefully, keeping eye level with Chesha.

“You are a Basilian.”

It seemed he was still haunted by what Belzeon had said.

“Father thinks of you as a Basilian, too. Everyone does….”

Ishuel, who had placed both hands on Chesha’s lap, looked small and pitiful.

Her eyes fell on his lips.

They were chewed so badly that they looked painful.

Through those scarred lips, Ishuel muttered gloomily,

“It’s the first time I’ve ever had a little sister… I wanted to be good to you….”

Karha also crouched down beside Ishuel.

“Baby.”

The way he said it was casual, but filled with affection.

Like Ishuel, he bent his knees and reached out, gently poking Chesha’s cheek with one finger.

Soft and round like freshly baked bread, before pulling it back.

“It’s no fun without you. The house feels so quiet.”

Unlike his bold tone when facing Belzeon earlier, Karha now spoke in a small, crumpled voice.

“Can’t you come home with your brothers?”

Chesha kept her lips pressed together, unsure how to respond.

The twins genuinely wanted her to return.

She imagined herself as a toy meant for a Pre-Saint Prayer Meeting, something to chase around, catch, and play with, lights blinking in her eyes as she ran…

‘But, why are they acting so pitiful?’

It was hard for Chesha to bear.

‘I’m the witch fairy, if Master found out about me, I’ll die!’

The twins’ eyes and lips drooped slightly as they chewed on their chubby mouths, struggling to speak.

‘Arghh!’

It was a pitiful tactic—the kind that made Chesha feel the weakest.

Seeing the two of them act that way, Chesha momentarily forgot her circumstances and wavered.

That was, until Belzeon suddenly picked Chesha up, as if snatching her away.

“Stop it.”

Belzeon looked down at the twins while holding Chesha in his arms.

“To try getting what you want by manipulating a child whose judgment is still immature—how shameless.”

He scolded the twins harshly.

The twins, who had been wearing expressions like puppies caught in the rain, quickly returned to their usual faces with a chirp.

“But I’m serious.” 

Karha retorted with determination.

“Think again, bro. It’s impossible anyway. How can Father resurrect someone already dead? Is he a god?”

“….”

“We just have to play along and help cover it up so he doesn’t get caught. Then it works out for everyone—we keep our little sister, and Father gives up on his delusional dream.”

Chesha was genuinely surprised.

She had never imagined Karha had been thinking that way.

It felt like he’d been living without thinking at all.

‘Wasn’t he supposed to be the hidden schemer?’

Even Belzeon looked taken aback.

Karha let out a deep sigh, sounding genuinely frustrated, and went on.

“And you know, trying to save Mother doesn’t mean anything. She wouldn’t even want that….”

Recalling old memories, Karha muttered softly,

“Because Mother abandoned us.”

 

***

 

It had been so long since his mother had fallen ill.

The Snake’s Castle, which had once sparkled for a fleeting moment, had grown dim again.

With every pained moan from her bedroom, the entire place seemed to sink deeper into shadow.

Karha picked flowers every day for the mother who could no longer leave her bed.

He quietly approached her room, holding close the bunches of green, fresh blooms she used to love most.

He silenced every footstep and breath, not wanting to wake her if she was asleep.

‘Will she like these?’

As always, whenever she received a gift from Karha, she would smile brightly.

Because her tired, worn-out face was too painful to see.

Karha had found his own way to make his mother laugh.

Hoping she would smile, even just for a moment, when given flowers.

But when he reached the bedroom, he stopped, unable to go in.

Kiern’s voice was drifting through the slightly open door.

Karha held his breath and peeked through the narrow gap.

“Why do you keep saying that?”

Kiern’s voice rose.

It sounded upset.

‘Mother’s sick, though.’

Karha didn’t understand what was happening, but did Kiern really need to shout like that?

He pouted, his lips forming a sulky triangle.

Kiern’s voice turned even sharper.

“If I did something wrong—if I did anything to make you angry…!”

In front of Kiern, who was shouting, Mother gave a faint smile.

She slowly wet her dry lips.

And in that moment, Kiern fell silent, his harsh words stopping as if cut off mid-breath.

He didn’t want to miss a single word.

Then, in a soft whisper, she said,

“You did nothing wrong.”