For the Young Villain’s Happy Ending - Chapter 101

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Chapter 101

“Tunchar floats within the Frozen Realm.”

A week had passed since I journeyed to Tunchar’s former lands after hearing Vivian Asperada’s words.
Where an entire city had vanished, a colossal Sinkhole remained. And above it, suspended in the crystalline sky as if time itself had frozen, Tunchar hung motionless.
I had thought that ascending to great heights with the mages would reveal it, yet nothing appeared beyond the drifting clouds.
Instead, something like a transparent wall barred our advance.

“There is something beyond it, Your Majesty. The Grand Mage’s barrier conceals it.”

The mages of the Rebel Forces attempted to pierce the barrier, but their magic could only discern the massive silhouette beyond it.
Then, word arrived from the Spy in Jenia.

“Your Majesty, the Emperor of the Betuzhenia Empire has not left the Emperor’s Palace for several days.”

For two years, excluding the mourning period for my Master, he had never missed a single day of imperial duties.
Though he lay bedridden, it made no sense that even the highest-ranking mage could not cure his ailment.
Perhaps the Emperor had abandoned the Imperial Palace, or something had befallen him.

“It may be an opportunity for rebellion.”

The Rebel Forces had anticipated rebellion for next year. But opportunities never waited for their plans.
If something had happened to the Emperor, a supreme mage, there might never be a better chance than this.

“I’ll go to Jenia and investigate the situation properly.”

Given the gravity of the matter, Tiernan, our leader, decided to move personally.
Tiernan teleported near Jenia with the mages, then ascended the mountain. It was to survey the surroundings before passing through the Checkpoint.
As I climbed, I thought of Vivian Asperada. The flame that burned within her as she scaled this mountain to meet an acquaintance at the Imperial Palace seemed to linger still. With each step forward, she came to mind.

‘Have you vanished?’

I had said I would return quickly, yet considerable time had passed. Reports came that she fared well in the village, but those reports could never contain anything about two selves.
Strangely, when I recall you, I too wish to live with such burning passion. Just as that woman said—to live the life I desire.
When the rebellion ends, and if I still draw breath beyond that, could I tell you? That I too possess a flame-like dream that never extinguishes. That I wish to show that flame to you and to another Vivian as well.

‘I wish you hadn’t disappeared.’

Tiernan Fargan climbed the mountain with anxious urgency, and at the place where he had crossed blades with the Emperor, he encountered a suspicious book.
The ornate, luxurious tome remained tightly sealed and unopened. Apart from that, it mimicked an ordinary object without the slightest movement—yet he had already witnessed it soaring through the air and speaking.
A book that moved and spoke in human language.

“Reveal your true nature.”
“….”

Tiernan Fargan pointed his aura-wrapped blade at the book. When it still refused to speak, he bound it with rope, stuffed it into a travel bag, and moved on.
The Grimoire of Magic stirred only after they entered Jenia. Tiernan Fargan was discussing Tunchar, which floated in the dimensional space, with his subordinate at their lodging.

“You’re saying he ordered you to confirm that Vivian Asperada is floating in the dimensional space?”

The Grimoire of Magic, eavesdropping on the conversation, wriggled and squeezed out of the travel bag. Ignoring Tiernan Fargan, who pointed his blade at it, and his subordinate, it lay overturned and chuckled. So these were humans who knew the young lady Vivian Asperada.

‘If I help these wretches, I can have them present me to my master.’

Insignificant humans. Let me show you the greatness of Lord Zikhard.
And so, in the present moment.

[Kekekek.]

The Grimoire of Magic floated weightlessly into the air beneath the cascading moonlight. Below Zikhard yawned a vast, pitch-black chasm.
It was where Tunchar had vanished.

“Lord Nox, was it wise to return? I wish we could find a way to breach the barrier, but the words of such an unknown monster….”

Tiernan Fargan and several rebel soldiers stood before the chasm, watching the Grimoire of Magic hover in the air. Tiernan Fargan’s subordinate whispered to him.
It had boasted confidently that it could show them how to breach the barrier, so they had brought it along—yet something felt deeply unsettling.
Zikhard felt the gaze of the humans standing behind him and smiled with inner satisfaction.

Tunchar
The slumbering capital of the Tunterra Empire
…

It had been long since I last perused what lay in the heavens. But by drawing this out, these human wretches would have time to witness and feel my greatness.
The Grimoire of Magic fluttered its pages with majestic dignity against the backdrop of moonlight and darkness. Intoxicated by the image of itself displayed before the humans, it began to perceive everything within its range.
Forward, backward, left and right, above.

[Revere him. This great Zikhard….]

And below….

“Kyeeeek!!”

The Grimoire of Magic shrieked in a shrill, frivolous cry as it stood its pages upright with a rustling sound. At that noise, Tiernan and the Rebel Forces drew their blades and took defensive stances.

‘What strange behavior!’
‘A mad monster!’

But Zikhard had no mind to spare attention on such humans.

“This, this….”

■■■■■’s Lair
…

“You foolish humans…!”

You built a city on top of a sacred Dragon’s Lair?!

***

Vivian Asperada gazed at the handsome lodger seated at the dining table.

“….”

The lodger stared intently at the plate of fruit she had brought out for him. Yet his expression was as if he harbored a grudge against it.

“Do you dislike fruit?”
“…No.”

Despite his denial, Kevenriak Heteroven’s hand remained motionless.
…It certainly seems like he dislikes it.
Vivian Asperada spoke to her lodger, who resembled a sleek black panther.

“Your tastes are quite different from hers.”
“Different?”
“Yes. She was very fond of them. Apples, wild strawberries, tomatoes, cucumbers….”
“…Did she eat only those? Is that all the Lady typically consumed?”
“Come now, how could anyone survive on just those? Bread and beans too.”
“….”

At her words, the landlady’s expression shifted to one of shock, and after contemplating something seriously, she spoke to Vivian.

“I’ll bring groceries tomorrow.”
“Is that part of the rent? Well, with an extra mouth to feed, I’m delighted to have more food.”

Vivian hummed cheerfully as she moved her pen across the paper.
The first night of lodging. The two of them sat at the table, establishing their own set of rules.
No entering the second floor, wash dishes immediately, clean together twice a week….
Mostly Vivian proposed, and Kevenriak nodded in agreement, and thus the rules took shape. Shortly after, a sheet of paper with satisfactory rules written upon it rested in Vivian’s hands.
She placed the rule paper on the table and pulled out a notebook.

“It’s an exchange diary.”

Unlike when she’d been indifferent while setting the rules, her eyes suddenly gleamed with light. Love truly was something else.
Vivian concealed her fluttering heart and smiled brightly at her lodger.

“Shall we settle today’s accounts then?”

***

Let me protect you.
Raina closed her eyelids once, and upon opening them, the sight before her brought fresh despair.
It was Vivian’s room. Time had slipped away while I failed to convince her.

‘How much time has passed since then?’

For Raina, what had happened at the villa remained vivid. From rising out of bed and stumbling toward the desk. It felt like treading upon sand that crumbled beneath her feet.
She picked up the notebook on the desk to confirm the note Vivian must have left. And the moment she saw the memo inside, Raina was seized by profound confusion.

“What is this…?”

Today’s Praise for Our House’s Lodger
1. Excels at magic.
2.
Has an adorable appearance,
is handsome.
3. Finished an entire plate of fruit.

“A lodger…?”

What praise was this, and what did lodger even mean?
I flipped through my notebook hoping to find additional information, but there was nothing new beyond this.
Since the original work contained no scene of Vivian Asperada taking in a lodger, I descended to the first floor without understanding a thing.
Then I stopped dead at the bottom of the stairs.

“….”

The modest house, suited for one or two people, opened fully into the living room from the staircase.
Someone sat on the small living room sofa.
A dark-haired handsome man. My disciple.
He was peeling the shells from chestnuts in a basket with a short blade.
Kevenriak Heteroven kept his gaze on his hands and spoke toward the homeowner who had descended to the first floor.

“My lady, I’ve finished all the ones you gave me yesterday. Should I peel more?”
“….”

But the stairs where footsteps had sounded fell silent.
I wondered if Vivian Asperada was about to ask me to do something else.

“Keri…?”

A voice tinged with moisture called my nickname.
At that sound, my head turned reflexively. Upon discovering her standing before the stairs, Kevenriak Heteroven’s blue eyes wavered.

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