The Baby Fairy is A Villain – Chapter 60

Author: arnlian

A slender finger gently brushed Kiern’s cheek.

The woman, her voice weak and fading, stroked the frozen man’s face and whispered.

“Nothing….”

Kiern couldn’t move.

As if bound by an invisible spell.

His hardened expression slowly softened, and a sharp smile emerged.

A smile so keen, it could’ve been mistaken for the edge of a blade.

He laughed—madly, wildly—before breaking into a wide grin.

It was beautiful, like a poisonous flower in full bloom.

“Then die in front of me.”

He seized the hand that had just stroked his cheek.

Gripping her fragile fingers with a desperate strength.

“Even if you die… die in front of me!”

The words burst out like blood from a wound as Kiern trembled, his entire body shaking.

Though the room was stiflingly warm from the fireplace and brazier.

He spoke as if standing alone in a blizzard—lost, freezing, and utterly abandoned in the dead of midwinter.

“Please….”

He breathed out a weak plea in a trembling voice.

“Please don’t just say you’re leaving.”

Karha slowly stepped back.

He couldn’t listen anymore—no, he didn’t want to.

His heart pounded with a pain too heavy to bear.

Mom wants to leave?

Abandon us?

Father, Belzeon, Ishuel—leave everything behind?

It felt like his mind would shatter.

The pain was so intense it made his vision spin, and he had no idea what to do.

By the time he came to his senses, he was already deep in the Black Forest.

From the darkness of that grim, shadowed place, a strange cry echoed.

Karha, who barely regained consciousness at the monster’s cry, gasped for breath.

A cold chill swept through his body, soaked in cold sweat.

Goosebumps prickled across his skin, and he trembled uncontrollably.

After panting for a while, Karha finally opened his mouth.

“Why….”

An incomprehensible question slipped from Karha’s lips—soft, confused.

But no answer came.

Only the eerie sounds of monsters crept through the shadows, slow and unsettling.

Karha recalled the scene he had witnessed.

Kiern, crumbling, rubbing his tear-streaked face against their mother’s hands, had looked so heartbreakingly weak.

Nothing like the cold, proud ruler of the Black Forest.

Yet… Mother hadn’t flinched.

Like a madman, she just watched him, shouting, pleading, unraveling in desperation.

And her gaze never wavered.

Even as Kiern raged before her, she remained utterly still.

Karha, born with sharper instincts than most.

He sensed it long before logic could catch up.

Those were the eyes of someone whose heart had already been sealed.

Mother had already decided.

No matter what Kiern did, even if the men of the Basilian family fell, one by one, before her…

She would leave Basilian, and nothing would change that.

“Ugh.”

His eyes spun wildly.

He collapsed onto the dirt floor and retched.

Everything he had eaten that day came up, until only bitter gastric acid spilled out.

Tears filled his eyes as he gagged.

Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he glanced down.

The flowers he had picked had fallen.

Now soaked in vomit, tangled with rotting leaves, and black soil.

No longer fresh. No longer fragrant.

‘I can’t give Mother a present.’

That was his first thought.

Then another thought followed.

‘What’s the point of that?’

Maybe Mother never wanted the gift in the first place.

Maybe she only pretended to smile at the affection that was forced onto her…

In truth, it was only a guess.

But what if she had disliked the gift all along?

Someone as sensitive as him—he should have noticed long ago.

But Karha couldn’t trust himself.

Maybe he had been blinded by his one-sided love for his mother, maybe he had seen everything wrong.

While she lived in a cold, colorless reality, perhaps he had been lost alone in a sweet, pink dream.

“….”

Karha, who had been staring blankly at the ruined flower, closed his eyes and took a step back.

He sank down beside a fallen tree with a broken trunk, trying to calm the storm of thoughts in his mind.

But it didn’t last long, his eyes flew open again.

The Black Forest was no place for peace.

The low growls of monsters crept closer, echoing from all directions.

Karha’s instincts flared with sharp, relentless signals.

Where it was, what it was, how many, and how it was approaching.

The warnings surged over him like electricity, making his skin prickle with tension.

Karha frowned.

The stench of the approaching monster grew so thick it made his nose sting.

He rose slowly.

He gripped his sword with both hands and stared into the darkness.

Then, a sudden realization struck him.

What he truly wanted wasn’t peace.

The Black Forest, wild and merciless, was exactly the place to give Karha what he needed most.

Karha didn’t cry.

Instead, he laughed.

Jagged fangs gleamed brightly between parted lips.

The small body lunged forward without hesitation.

***

The late Countess had abandoned Basilian.

What Chesha had vaguely imagined was a beautiful tragedy.

A sorrowful yet graceful tale of a sick, delicate countess grieving the loss of her husband and children.

But based on Karha’s words and Kiern’s reaction today, it was clear: this was far from normal.

“If, I, didn’t do anything wrong…”

“Why abandon me?”

Did Chesha’s words remind him of something from the past?

Kiern’s already fragile mind had crumbled like a cookie.

Because of that, in the middle of countless holy knights, priests, and heresy inquisitors, he had nearly unleashed black magic right there in the temple.

“Anyway, that’s it.”

Karha, who had just dropped a verbal bomb as devastating as Belzeon blowing up Count Basilian’s residence, simply shrugged as if he hadn’t said anything serious.

“Then let’s take our little sis and go home.”

Karha said, wrapping up the matter with a nonchalant finality.

Belzeon, who had remained silent for a moment, finally responded in a slow, firm voice.

“…But the Heresy Inquisitor.”

“That. If Father gets exposed as a dark mage, wouldn’t everything fall apart anyway?”

It was perfectly true.

While Belzeon was left speechless, Ishuel took over without missing a beat.

“Even if the Basilian family crumbles, we can still take care of our little sister and hide her away.”

He spoke with a quiet, persuasive tone.

“Brother… how long are you going to keep running from this? You saw what happened earlier, right? If this goes on, Father’s really going to lose it. He’s already not sane.”

“That’s right. And let’s be honest—Father can’t bring her back. I didn’t wanna say this, but since she’s not even human, it’d be even harder. It’s a total failure. My gut tells me so.”

The two twins chattered in tandem, pressing Belzeon from both sides.

As she listened to their back-and-forth, Chesha felt a strange sensation stirring within her.

‘Hold on.’

Chesha raised one hand.

The chattering twins instantly fell silent.

“What’s not… a hooman?”

As she latched onto the words that caught her ear, a flicker of panic swept across the three brothers’ faces all at once.

“…Ah.”

Karha, who had clearly slipped up, broke into a cold sweat.

“Right, Baby didn’t know. Uh, duh.”

His eyes widened as the other two brothers glared daggers at him, but Karha doubled down instead, pushing ahead with bold defiance.

“But shouldn’t baby know by now? She decided to be a Basilian.”