For the Young Villain’s Happy Ending - Chapter 106

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Chapter 106

Whether the Rebel Forces’ eardrums burst or not was irrelevant to Zikhard.
It was not his concern.

“Raina Hart is a Witch? A Witch?!”

The Grimoire of Magic thrashed about in fury. Not content with building a city atop the Dragon Lair itself, these fools dared to treat his master—one whose veins ran with dragon’s blood—as nothing more than a Witch.
They possessed not a shred of courtesy.

“If that Witch hadn’t lifted your pathetic city of Tunchar into the sky, you would all be dead by this year or next!”

Even if Raina Hart had destroyed Tunchar instead of suspending it in the heavens, these fools should have marveled at the vanished city—not raged against it.

“Not just you, but the entire continent would have been split in two! How foolish must your ancestors have been to attempt such a thing? Do you have any idea how perilous it is to prevent an awakened dragon’s ascension?!”
“Your Highness. Everyone has assembled.”
“Understood.”

As Tiernan observed Zikhard in this state, a Rebel Officer approached and whispered to him. Officers from across the continent had gathered in response to Tiernan’s summons.

“What shall we do about that monster?”

The subordinate gestured toward Zikhard, who continued his wild tirade, as Tiernan prepared to leave. They had endured the same complaints for over twenty hours. Even if left alone for a few more hours, nothing would change.

“Keep him under watch. See that he causes no trouble.”
“Yes, sir.”

The subordinate nodded at Tiernan’s command.
Tiernan left the room where Zikhard raged and descended into the basement. The cellar beneath this small-town Inn bore no resemblance to the ordinary space above—it felt like a clandestine war room.
Maps adorned the walls, notes scrawled in cipher, and a massive table dominated the center of the chamber. Around it sat a dozen or more Rebel Officers, each radiating an oppressive presence.

“Everyone is here.”

Yet even their menacing aura naturally diminished before Tiernan’s arrival. They bowed their heads in deference to their commander. Tiernan proceeded naturally to the head of the table and took his seat.
One of the Officers who had awaited his arrival spoke.

“Your Highness, it appears the Emperor of Betuzhenia has indeed vacated his position.”

Following Tiernan Fargan’s orders to depart Jenia again yesterday evening, I had just received information from a noble who had entered the Imperial Palace today.

“Today as well, only the First Knights Order was guarding the Emperor’s Palace, it seems. Apart from the knights, only the Emperor’s proxy entered, but it appears they are merely going through the motions.”

At those words, the officers stirred with anticipation.
Two years ago, when Raina Hart had died, they had planned to launch a rebellion. That plan had been postponed because the Emperor had awakened to the 7th Circle.

“Isn’t this the first time the Emperor has left his post since his ascension?”
“The sun of Tunterra is surely rising.”

The officers’ faces brightened. The light of success was beginning to shine upon their long-troubled rebellion. Yet Tiernan Fargan’s expression remained far from cheerful.
Another perceptive officer turned to him and asked.

“Have you found Tunchar?”

In that instant, the room fell deathly silent. They all knew what Tiernan Fargan had been searching for over the past week.

“The Witch lifted Tunchar high into the heavens?”

The Rebel Forces’ purpose in striking Betuzhenia—was it not vengeance against the nation that had destroyed their homeland? To overthrow the Emperor and reclaim their ancient lands. For fourteen years, they had waited in silence for this moment.
Yet their Tunchar was in the sky. They had thought it mere fantasy, grasping at clouds. In truth, they had not believed it. So why did their Imperial Prince wear the expression of one who had actually grasped those clouds?

“I found it.”
“…Is that truly the case, Your Highness?”
“Your Highness, Tunchar was destroyed by the Witch….”

At Tiernan Fargan’s affirmation, the officers stirred once more. Tiernan Fargan observed their reactions while recalling the events of last night.

“Your Highness! I see it!”

When I touched the barrier’s incantation in the sky as the monster had instructed, what emerged between the clouds was a portion of a magnificent and colossal city.
That familiar sight was unmistakably—.

“Tunchar….”

Our lost homeland. I and the mages were overwhelmed by the sight. What manner of being was Raina Hart that she could suspend an entire city in the heavens and conceal it for fourteen years?

“…Has time truly stopped?”
“An additional layer of barrier has been placed. It is the Grand Mage’s—no, the Witch’s magic to fix time in place.”

No matter how much they were his enemies, he could not help but feel awe before such magnificent magic.
The dead Mage had been great. So great that his hollow end was almost unbelievable.

“Kekeke. Surprised? You should thank Raina Hart, you wretches. Where else would you find a Mage who saves those destined to be destroyed by dragons?”
“…Listen, Monster. Did you say earlier that Tunchar was built on top of the Dragon Lair?”
“Kack. This human still dares call me a Monster?”

Zikhard, who had been sneering at the humans with contempt, bristled at Tiernan’s question and fluttered through the pages of his form, explaining the atrocities of Tunchar pressing down upon the Lair.
As his indignation continued to rise, he began to make a commotion, and that disturbance continued unabated.

‘How much did you know?’

Tiernan recalled Vivian’s words. That Raina Hart had actually saved Tunchar, as Vivian had said.

“Tiernan, if the Emperor abandons the Imperial Palace once it’s confirmed that Raina Hart is not a Witch… I hope you won’t pursue the Emperor.”

Yet merely seeing Tunchar floating in the sky, he could not forgive Betuzhenia.
Tiernan clenched his fists. For fourteen years, he had regarded his homeland’s enemy with hatred. Was it not because the previous Emperor, Cheinols Heteroven, had condoned the Slave Traders, leaving so many of the Tunterra Survivors living as slaves?
Though it was not the current Emperor, Kevenriak Heteroven, who had started the war, he too was of the Imperial Family of Betuzhenia, carrying Heteroven blood.

‘If I forgive Betuzhenia, those who follow me will become a laughingstock.’

Thus, he had a duty to turn his blade toward the Emperor. Regardless of Vivian’s request.
It was at that very moment when Tiernan made his resolve.

“Your Highness, the Imperial Prince!”

A subordinate who had hurried down into the underground chamber found Tiernan. It was one of the men who had been with him at the lodgings until moments ago. Pale-faced, he reported to Tiernan.

“The Monster… broke through the window and flew into the sky…!”

What?
Tiernan rose to his feet urgently.

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“I didn’t know Keri had placed a calling on Zikhard.”

Midnight. The Orphanage’s courtyard.
Raina Hart turned her head to the side as she sat on the swing. Kevenriak Heteroven sat on his own swing, smiling.

“I thought you would come looking for Zikhard.”

The two of them were waiting for Zikhard, who was flying toward them somewhere in response to Kevenriak Heteroven’s calling.
Thanks to Kevenriak Heteroven having cast the first stage of calling—’recognition’—beforehand, the Grimoire of Magic could be drawn by a powerful force toward Kevenriak Heteroven no matter where it was. Unlike instantaneous teleportation, it was magic that required traversing all distances at high speed without shortcuts. If a sudden shooting star appeared in the night sky, it might be Zikhard.
Unlike teleportation, it was magic that required passing through all distances at high speed without shortcuts. If a shooting star suddenly appears in the night sky, it might be Zikhard.

“It’s what you deserve.”

The transfer of life.
Because of the dark magic Zikhard had taught me, my disciple’s lifespan was running short.
Just moments ago. It was right after I had spoken with Kevenriak Heteroven about living together.
Just moments before. It was right after they had talked about living together with Kevenriak Heteroven.

“I’ll be fine until this year.”
“It’s fine until this year.”

So I had to use all the knowledge and means I possessed to extend Kevenriak Heteroven’s lifespan. That was why I was searching for Zikhard.
So Raina Hart had to use the knowledge and means I possessed to extend Kevenriak Heteroven’s lifespan. That was also the reason Raina Hart was looking for Zikhard.

“No.”
“Yes.”

My disciples had scattered to search for me as well. That’s why there wasn’t a single person at the Orphanage. The building that was always bustling felt strange in its silence.
The communication device Kevenriak Heteroven possessed was connected to Din’s. But there was no contact. Once I checked the missed calls, they would reach out from their end, so I was waiting for that contact. I planned to let my disciples know that I was with Kevenriak Heteroven.
Kevenriak Heteroven’s communication device was connected to Din’s, but he couldn’t reach him. Raina was waiting for his call, planning to check the missed communications and have him contact her back. She was planning to tell the Disciples that she was with Kevenriak Heteroven.

“I’ll be by your side.”
“I’ll be by your side.”

We decided to survive together, so we decided to move together from now on. Since Vivian had already suggested lodging with Kevenriak Heteroven first, she might not refuse.
Since we decided to survive together, we also decided to move together from now on. Besides, Vivian was the one who first suggested lodging with Kevenriak anyway. She might not refuse.

“Raina, this too.”
“Raina Hart, this one too.”

Kevenriak Heteroven held something out to her.
It was the summoning bell he had given her at the Imperial Palace before.

“I’ve modified it so that coordinates are transmitted to me when you press it. Wherever Raina Hart is, I will find her. All you need do is press the button.”
“Ah….”

A cat summoning bell.

“Thank you.”

As memories of the past surfaced, I smiled softly and reached out my hand. In my eagerness to grasp the summoning bell, I stretched my arm with such force that my balance shifted to one side, and the swing swayed precariously.
In an instant, Kevenriak Heteroven’s hand caught both the chain of my swing and his own. Two chains held firmly in a single grip.

“….”

Steadied by his intervention, I swallowed a gasp of surprise and lifted my head, only to meet the gaze of his blue eyes looking directly at me. Kevenriak Heteroven gazed at me as he always did, and without thinking, I found myself drawn into those eyes. Then, seeing me within Vivian’s form, he opened his lips.

“Raina Hart. If we both survive, may I speak?”
“…About what?”

At my question, Kevenriak Heteroven’s crimson lips moved.

“That I….”

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