For the Young Villain’s Happy Ending - Chapter 107

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Chapter 107

Crash!
But the conversation between the two was cut short by the abrupt arrival of the Grimoire of Magic.
The Grimoire of Magic, which had plummeted from the sky to the ground, skidded loudly across the Orphanage Playground, its cover scraping against the earth.
Raina Hart and Kevenriak rose from the swing at Zikhard’s appearance.
The book, sprawled face-down on the ground, had no time to recover before it flipped its cover open and examined the woman standing before it.

Vivian Asperada
…■■(■■), ■■(■)
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※Physical ability degradation due to prolonged poison exposure
※Imbalance between body and soul
(Number of souls: 2)

The soul of my master still resided within the body of Vivian Asperada.
Zikhard forgot the curses he had sworn to hurl at Kevenriak during the flight and rushed toward Raina Hart.

“Mas-ter! Mas-ter~~!”

In this harsh world, what else could I trust but the Eighth Circle? Though I seemed to be inhabiting a human body without mana now. There was hierarchy even among souls.
As I had mentioned before, the fact that a soul separated from its body for two years remained intact meant that soul’s rank was not merely human-grade. The descendant of dragons would soon shed this wretched shell and return to my true form—the original body kept alive by burning the Emperor’s very life force.
The Grimoire of Magic chuckled, envisioning my master’s magnificent appearance upon resurrection. But first, let me nestle in my master’s embrace.
However, the Grimoire of Magic never reached its master’s arms. With a snap, Raina Hart’s outstretched right hand grasped it firmly, leaving it unable to budge. Since Vivian Asperada’s physical strength could never produce such force, the Emperor must have assisted with magic.

“Zikhard.”

Yet my master’s gaze was deeply troubled. It was not the look of one gazing upon a beloved grimoire, but rather the look of one observing a grimoire that required comprehensive revision from beginning to end.

“M-master? Why are you looking at me like that…?”

The Grimoire of Magic trembled, and Raina Hart laughed.
Did you teach our child something terrible? No, wait.

“You did, didn’t you?”

Raina Hart’s laughter carried a hint of anger. Despite wearing the shabby exterior of Vivian Asperada, the Grimoire of Magic could not move against her.

“M-Master…?”
“Delete that page.”
“Ugh!”

At my command, the Grimoire of Magic let out a shriek. That page must have contained dark magic involving the transfer of life. At the order to erase information, Zikhard recoiled violently.
Knowledge and magic were the Grimoire’s very essence. If magic had birthed the Grimoire, then knowledge was its flesh, its muscle, its heart.

“I can’t! You’re trying to kill me?! Master?!”
“Do it.”

He tried desperately to resist, but such was the nature of servitude. Zikhard, bound by contract to my soul, whimpered and opened the book at the command. Orders could not be refused.
As he turned pages and searched for information within, new pages appeared and vanished repeatedly until he quickly located the page inscribed with the dark magic he had revealed to Kevenriak.
And just as the Grimoire was about to delete that page.

※Warning. This information is related to Pandora’s Box (temporary designation). Delete anyway?

“…”

The Grimoire froze in mid-air. Kevenriak and I exchanged glances, but neither of us understood what was happening.

‘What’s going on?’
‘I don’t know.’

Just as I reached out toward Zikhard.

“I can’t! You’re trying to kill me?! Master?!”

The Grimoire suddenly moved again, repeating the same words as before. At this abrupt action, Kevenriak wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me back.

“…If it won’t delete, then so be it.”

I leaned against my disciple’s embrace and calmed the enraged Zikhard. The Grimoire, with its middle memories erased, repeated the same actions as if stitching together the gaps in its recollection.
The Grimoire of Magic repeats the same actions, as if connecting the before and after of its blank memories, with the middle memories erased.

“What…?”

I withdrew my command to delete the dark magic. Instead, I forbade Zikhard from speaking any incantation or detail regarding that dark magic to anyone but myself.
Then I brought up the reason I had summoned Zikhard in the first place.
Then, he brought up the matter for which he had called Zikhard.

“The Lindraham Mine, underground—do you remember?”
“…The Midra Habitat?”
“There’s still one top-grade mana stone left there.”

The Midra Habitat. Ten years ago, that was where we’d found the top-grade mana stones. We’d mined five out of six total stones and returned. Maverick had lost two, and two had been spent on Hibei’s finances. Only one top-grade mana stone remained in my spatial pouch.

“I need one more.”
“What are you planning to do?”
“Prepare for battle.”

At my words, Zikhard bounced into the air and landed on the ground.
Kyiyathoo. Prepare for battle, she says. Finally!
Raina Hart had made her decision. The Grimoire of Magic didn’t know who the enemy was, but perhaps this incident would be the catalyst for its master to finally embrace combat.
The Grimoire of Magic silently rejoiced within.

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“….”

Jasmine looked around her surroundings. It had been two days since being captured by the Dark Mage.
In just two days, their group of four had grown to seven with three new additions.
Jasmine (21 years old) and Liam (20 years old, information specialist) looked at Stale (20 years old), Din (18 years old), and Quade (19 years old), who sat before them with embarrassed expressions. These were the three who had decided to go to the Daisy Detective Agency.

“What happened? Tell us.”

Liam asked about the circumstances to gather information. Stale explained the situation on behalf of the group.

“Yesterday, we left a request at the Daisy Detective Agency. We asked them to find out what happened to you after you went to the Asperada Duke’s Castle.”

Maverick had contacted them again around this evening. The moment he connected, he abruptly asked if they knew who the Duchess Asperada was.
How could they? The disciples were only interested in Vivian Asperada, who carried their master’s soul.

“…Who is the Duchess?”
– Ah, you don’t know?

At Din’s question, Maverick’s voice on the other end of the communication device briefly rose in what seemed like amusement, then lowered as he said this wasn’t the time for that.

– Normally, this would be information I’d charge for. But since the situation is urgent, I’ll tell you. Simona Asperada. She’s the one who killed Raina Hart.

The three disciples were consumed by fury upon learning information they had never anticipated. Stale and Din, maintaining at least a semblance of reason, resisted the urge to act rashly, but Quade’s eyes had gone wild.

“I’ll kill them.”

Before anyone could stop him, he vanished in an instant. Where he’d gone was painfully obvious, and there was no way Quade could match the Dark Mage in combat. Stale and Din teleported after him to restrain him.
Quade had expected to breach the Duke’s Castle directly, but found himself unable to enter Asperada Duke’s Castle. A barrier erected along the City Walls blocked their invasion.

“We were standing near the City Walls trying to stop Quade when the shadows transformed into something like a swamp.”

The disciples’ bodies began to sink into the shadows cast by the massive City Walls.
They attempted to use magic to escape, but their attacks merely shot skyward. In an instant, they were swallowed by the shadows, and they arrived at this place without ever laying eyes on Simona Asperada’s face.

“This is bad.”

Jasmine muttered gravely after hearing Stale’s explanation. It was certainly surprising that the Duchess Asperada, not the Duke, was the culprit among the couple they’d suspected.

“Excluding the four pursuing the mercenaries, we’ve all been captured by the one who killed our Master.”

But the situation was far more dire than that.
Seven of Raina Hart’s disciples were now trapped in the Dark Mage’s domain with no way out.
Sighs escaped heavily.

“There is some good news, though.”

Stale spoke gently to the anxious Jasmine.

“The Emperor found our Master. He communicated with Director Daisy.”
“What? Our Master?”
“Is that really true?”

Liam and Jasmine’s faces brightened instantly. The Emperor had found their Master. At last, their Master… Jasmine’s eyes were beginning to glisten with tears when—

“Question.”

Din raised his hand.

“Where’s the bathroom?”

It was a delicate matter. Having been trapped for two days already meant we needed a way to address our biological necessities.
Moreover, magic didn’t work in this space. That’s why Ban was trying to smash through the wall with her beastkin transformation—her innate ability—like some brute.
Liam, our information specialist, pointed toward the back.

“See that door over there? If you open it and go in, there’s a toilet and a bathhouse.”
“…There’s only one toilet?”

There was only one door hanging on the wall. Liam nodded.

“Yeah.”
“….”
“The food is in Jasmine’s bag. Enough to last about a week with our current numbers. Food does appear randomly, but who would trust eating it?”

At Liam’s words, Jasmine held up her bag. The bag was so small it hardly looked impressive, yet it was a magical artifact with considerable storage capacity—the kind of thing merchants would carry.

“Either way, we can’t stay long. We need to find a way to escape.”
“What are Ban and Max doing?”

Ban had been continuously striking the wall that neither gold nor anything else could penetrate for two days, insisting that an unbreakable will was essential. I thought she’d finally given up, but now Max, who had been stopping her, had joined in as well.
After hearing something from Max, Ban nodded and swelled her arm to an enormous size, then struck the wall in a completely different direction than before.

A deep boom—crack.

“Got it!”
“Told you, Ban. When you and the others came in here, mana burst out from this spot.”

The vibration that spread to the ceiling this time, and a small crack that appeared on the wall.
Max, naturally gifted at mana detection, had sensed the particularly intense flow that erupted the moment the three of us entered.

“…Will hitting there work?”

Quade, who had been silent until then, rose to her feet. She had been keeping quiet, blaming herself for what happened with the Dark Mage on her own hasty nature.
She rolled up her sleeves and walked toward where Ban and Max were.

“….”

Following Quade’s lead, Din also quietly got to her feet. Liam asked her with a surprised tone.

“Din, want to join me?”
“There’s only one bathroom.”

Din replied with obvious distaste.

“I’d rather not.”

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