The Baby Fairy is a Villain - Chapter 9

This or that asked them why they had crawled into the Count of Basilian.

 

So she moved to where they are….

 

“So there is a place like thish?”

 

She came to the dungeon.

 

Ishuel secretly put a prey mark on Morgan, but she couldn’t figure out the exact location because the mark was damaged.

 

It seemed like it was close by, so she thought she would have to go find it herself.

 

The dark prison was sparsely lit with lanterns, but it was difficult to see in front of it.

 

Chesha, who was looking around, wrinkled her nose at the strong smell of blood.

 

She took out a butterfly and put it on her head, and also put a flower in her mouth.

 

Butterflies hid Chesha’s figure, and flowers purified the air.

 

Breathing in the fragrant flowers made it much easier.

 

Chesha toddled with a flower in search of Morgan and the one-eyed man.

 

“Ouw.”

 

Chesha, who was walking hard, made a small disgruntled sound.

 

The further inside, the stronger the smell.

 

It was because of not only the smell of blood but also the smell of rotting flesh.

 

Urrgh….

 

A faint moan like a passing wind was heard from somewhere.

 

It was the sound of someone imprisoned in a dungeon.

 

The groans of pain and despair aroused visceral fear in people just by hearing them.

 

If it were an ordinary person, they would have felt the hell engraved in the moaning and ran away crawling on all fours without being able to walk while their whole body trembled.

 

Of course, Chesha was a brave fairy, so the story had nothing to do with her.

 

After some diligent walking, she was finally able to locate her targets.

 

Checking the target through the bars, Chesha opened her mouth wide.

 

The clenched flower cluster fell to the floor.

 

“What iz it? My pprey!”

 

She came all the way here to punish them, but the targets had already turned into pieces of meat.

 

Chesha frowned and looked at Morgan and the one-eyed man.

 

They were in a state of disrepair to the point where their full body couldn’t be seen.

 

Blood dripped from the still-bleeding wound onto the floor.

 

She didn’t know who interrogated them, but that guy seemed to have a very cruel temper.

 

Suddenly, she wondered if the rest of the eyeballs of the one-eyed man would be fine, but there was no way to confirm unless she forced him to wake him up.

 

“You’re more cyuel than me.”

 

Cursing at someone worse than the witch fairy, Chesha pursed her lips.

 

After contemplating for a while whether to make a siege of a fairy, she gave up.

 

Since they must have lost their mind already, it seemed that she would not be able to find out anything even if she made a phantom and interrogated them.

 

Should have come soon

 

Chesha, who was a step behind, let out a sigh.

 

At the time when she thought she should give up and go back.

 

“…!”

 

The back of her was cold.

 

A voice whispered right in her ear.

 

“Flowers’ smell.”

 

She was so surprised that she jumped up from her spot.

 

Chesha, frightened enough to make her hair stand on end, quickly looked back.

 

There was a boy squatting with his legs bent.

 

Curly hair in a random mix of red and gold.

 

Red eyes gleamed in the eyes raised up like a cat.

 

She immediately recognized the boy’s identity with symbol-like eyes.

 

The second son of the Basilian, Karha Basilian.

 

‘By the way, when did he approach me?’

 

She didn’t even feel the presence of someone approaching.

 

While Chesha looked at Karha with bewildered eyes, he continued sniffing.

 

The fangs, visible through the slightly parted lips from sniffing, were especially sharp.

 

Karha twitched his nose and muttered again.

 

“What is this? It really smells like flowers.”

 

He sniffed it and stretched out his hand.

 

A fumbling hand pierced the air.

 

Whenever the boy’s hand brushed against her, Chesha ducked and widened her eyes.

 

Clearly, nothing could be seen.

 

However, he pointed out exactly where Chesha was.

 

Her heart trembled as he acted as if he could see everything.

 

It was a beastly intuition.

 

The boy, who had been wriggling for a while, stopped.

 

‘…Oh.”

 

Karha picked up something that had fallen on the floor.

 

It was a yellow gerbera flower.

 

It was a bunch of fresh flowers that didn’t suit the dungeon at all.

 

Karha, who picked up the flower, tilted his head and sniffed it.

 

‘Aaack!’

 

Chesha screamed inwardly.

 

She dropped the thing she was holding in her mouth earlier, but he picked it up.

 

Fortunately, he didn’t seem to think there was an intruder.

 

Karha, who was puzzled, just put the flower in his pocket.

 

‘Well, where would an intruder leave flowers….’

 

Chesha broke out in a cold sweat and took a step back.

 

The power of fairies is bewildering.

 

Because flowers, butterflies, and glitters sprung up all over the place, it was not suitable for use in stealth.

 

First of all, she had to get out of Karha’s sight.

 

Firstly, she planned to use her power to move to the bedroom after hiding herself.

 

But things didn’t go her way.

 

It was because Karha had followed Chesha, who was stealthily running away.

 

Chesha and Karha started a bizarre chase.

 

The dungeon was an unusual spiral structure.

 

It was shaped like a coiled snake, and it was designed so that it would take a long time to pass from the tip of the tail to the head, the exit.

 

The place where Morgan and the one-eyed man were imprisoned was about the size of the torso close to the head.

 

It wasn’t too far from the exit, so if she was an adult, she would have escaped right away.

 

However, it was a long time with Chesha’s short legs.

 

And for that long time, Karha continued to follow Chesha without getting tired.

 

After barely escaping from the dungeon then into the garden, the chase continued.

 

‘Aargh! Why are you so persistent!’

 

It seemed that this would never end.

 

Chesha, who was wandering in the garden at night, looked around.

 

The garden of the Snake’s castle was also desolate.

 

Unlike ordinary aristocrats who plant various flowers according to the season, the only flowers are weeds that have grown by chance.

 

Only the green evergreens and trimmed shrubs barely signaled that this was a garden.

 

Chesha picked up a small pebble and threw it to the other side.

 

A pebble rustled as it landed on the bushes on the other side.

 

While Karha looked away, she quickly hid behind the fountain.

 

Hurry up and erase the smell of the flowers, get rid of the butterfly attached to her head, and reveal her appearance.

 

Karha, who had been digging through the bushes, tilted his head.

 

“There is nothing….”

 

The boy muttered and approached the fountain.

 

Chesha gently stuck her head out.

 

Karha, who found the baby, opened his eyes wide.

 

The gurgling sound of water flowing from the fountain filled the quiet night garden.

 

Water droplets splashing around the fountain glistened like crumbled jewels in the moonlight.

 

Sitting under the glittering drops of water, little Chesha made eye contact with Karha.

 

“….”

 

Karha stared at Chesha without blinking.

 

The boy who had been watching intently suddenly approached and grabbed Chesha with one hand.

 

“Uuuh!”

 

He grabbed her like a doll and brought her close to his face.

 

“Isn’t it, my new little sister?”

 

From the moment he appeared, he was serious. He was a guy who just went out like a wild beast.

 

Chesha tried to communicate with the young wild beast.

 

“Hellow. I’m Zzesha.”

 

The boy grinned.

 

The tip curled up, revealing fangs in a grinning mouth.

 

“Oh, you know how to talk?”

 

“Yes. I talk well.”

 

“Tal then.”

 

They are definitely twins, he did the same thing as Ishuel who asked to see if she had a tongue.

 

Chesha answered whatever he wanted.

 

“Talk talk talk talk.”

 

Karha burst into giggles.

 

He was very amused at what was so funny and shook Chesha.

 

“But why are you here?”

 

“I lozt my way.”

 

“Do babies these days walk around alone in the middle of the night?”

 

“Yes. I want choo go choo my room, butz I don’t know.”

 

Chesha swayed in his hand and shamelessly pretended to be a lost child.

 

It was a bit of a poor excuse, so she added nonsense.

 

“I scaared.”

 

Karha smiled sinisterly with an expression as if he knew everything.

 

He put Chesha on the floor.

 

Then, he took out a withered gerbera flower from his pocket.

 

He asked, patting Chesha on the head with a flower.

 

“Is this baby’s?”

 

Chesha stretched out her short arm and covered her head with her hand in response.

 

“It’z not.”

 

“Really?”

 

“Reawlly.”

 

It was a time when the two of them were quarreling.

 

Red eyes flashed and headed somewhere in the dark.

 

“Ah…. What the.”

 

Karha’s face suddenly became expressionless.

 

A cold voice she had never heard before murmured softly.

 

“Where is the dog smell coming from?”

 

No way.

 

Chesha sighed and took a deep breath.

 

Hata, Chesha’s subordinate, was a dog shapeshifter.