For the Young Villain’s Happy Ending - Chapter 111

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Chapter 111

Before anyone could mourn the hero’s autumn cold after capturing the mountain’s master, a new occasion for celebration had already emerged.

“Nox!”
“Everyone gather! Tiernan Fargan has come to visit!”

Tiernan Fargan, the leader of the Rebel Forces, had arrived at the village with his subordinates.
Fourteen years ago, among the survivors of the fallen Tunterra Empire, there were those who hid across the continent to escape the eyes of the Betuzhenia Empire. After four years had passed, they had cultivated fields to harvest crops and built homes to shelter from natural phenomena like snow and rain, gradually taking on the appearance of a proper village.
It was around that time when news of the sole Imperial Prince’s survival reached them. The survivors of Tunterra scattered throughout the continent, upon hearing that the Imperial Prince was forming a Rebel Force, unanimously pledged their support. Those with skill went to where the Imperial Prince was to receive training, while the rest remained to protect the villages.
Thus, the villages of the Rebel Forces were created. The village where Vivian was staying was one of them.
In any case, it was a surprise visit from a leader worthy of admiration in every respect—excellent appearance, excellent status, excellent character, excellent swordsmanship. The villagers rushed toward the entrance to welcome him.
His clear green eyes surveyed those greeting him. The person he sought was not among them. After dismounting, Tiernan Fargan quietly asked the Officer who had been ordered to remain in the village.

“Where is Vivian?”
“She has caught a cold and is staying at her home.”

At those words, Tiernan Fargan’s eyes narrowed. He was concerned about Vivian. A person so frail that even long walks were burdensome—and now she had caught a cold.

“I should go visit her—”
“No visitors allowed.”
“…?”

The Officer’s firm tone stopped him in his tracks. As Tiernan Fargan looked at him with bewilderment, the Officer added an explanation.

“That’s what the sign posted on Vivian’s door says.”

It seemed to suggest he should not even think of visiting. The Officer stood rigid, his posture taut with tension—like a loyal hound guarding Vivian’s door.
Tiernan Fargan was taken aback by the Officer’s transformation in just nine days, and recalled the reports he had received from him over the past several days.

– The Lady Vivian Asperada has remained at home. I will continue to observe her just in case.
– She becomes close to people very quickly.
– She defeated an orc! Truly, it was no accident that she defeated those bandits last time…
– She plays so well with the village children…
– A hero…

He had merely ordered the Officer to look after Vivian’s well-being and provide her with convenience, yet the man had become a devoted retainer. Tiernan Fargan chuckled softly. It was true that Vivian possessed a talent for winning people’s hearts.

“Imperial Prince, are you planning to stay the night? If you don’t mind, I was thinking of hosting a banquet.”

The Village Chief approached him with an eager voice.

“I am planning to stay, but dinner will suffice.”
“No, Your Highness. There is a commoner woman named Vivian whom Officer brought to our village. She captured a wild beast that had been troubling us, and we were preparing a celebration for that occasion. If you permit it, we would like to hold a banquet together to commemorate your visit.”
“…I see.”

So they had been planning a banquet in Vivian’s honor. Though I had received reports and understood the situation roughly, I hadn’t realized she had earned such trust from the village. Had she done something beyond my imagination again? Tiernan Fargan suppressed the surge of excitement rising within him. After approving the banquet, he moved to another location with his subordinates.
It was a three-story cabin used by the Rebel Forces located within the village.
Seven rebels positioned throughout the dimly lit living room with the window coverings drawn. Unlike when they faced the villagers moments before, their expressions were devoid of any warmth.
Seven members of the Rebel Forces positioned themselves throughout the dimly lit Living Room with its window coverings closed. Unlike when they had faced the Village people moments before, their expressions were completely devoid of any smile.

“What’s the matter?”

The Officer who had been staying in the Village lowered his voice and asked. An unusual atmosphere emanated from them, who were extremely on edge.

“…!”
“…!”

At the Rebel Forces member’s words from nearby, the Officer’s head quickly turned toward Tiernan Fargan. Tiernan Fargan, with his cold expression, looked completely different from nine days ago.

“The Emperor is not currently in the Imperial Palace.”
The Emperor is not at the Imperial Palace right now.

Could it be.
No way.

“You’ve been looking for Tunchar…?”

Ah. The Officer clenched his fist, unable to contain his surging emotions. So Tunchar truly existed in the sky. The capital of his homeland remained intact. Could there be better news to elevate the morale of the rebels scattered across the continent, sharpening their blades of vengeance in silence?
The Officer couldn’t contain his bitter feelings and clenched his fist.
“At last, the sun of Tunterra rises.”

Ten years. That was the time that had passed since they found Tiernan Fargan alive, since they resolved to rebel. If they didn’t have to face the Emperor of Betuzhenia, their preparations had been perfect for two years. They had simply lacked the opportunity.

“….”

“….”

Tiernan Fargan fell silent, lost in thought. This morning, he had decided to rebel. After that decision, Vivian’s request still weighed on his mind, so he had visited the village. But the Emperor…

‘I may not be able to grant your wish.’

Even setting aside the fact that he was Raina Hart’s disciple, he was the leader of the Rebel Forces and the Emperor was the ruler of an enemy nation. To ask him not to pursue a fleeing foe? There was no way they could release a 7-Circle threat like him if they gained the upper hand.
Tiernan Fargan’s heart sank heavily, and the shadow trailing his heels writhed with subtle movement.

***

“…Ugh.”
“…”

Raina Hart sat beside the collapsed Kevenriak Heteroven. The dragon who was supposedly only sleeping continued to groan intermittently, showing no signs of waking.

‘He must be having a nightmare…’

Damned dragon. What memory did he touch that made him break into a cold sweat like this?
I wiped away the beads of sweat gathering on his forehead with a handkerchief. The moment my touch reached him, the frown that had creased Kevenriak’s brow smoothed away instantly.
…I’m worried. That dragon said he’d wake up soon, but…

“Listen, descendant.”

Unaware of Raina Hart’s concerns, the golden-haired dragon spoke pompously. The dragon’s thought-form, having glimpsed the memory of her original body being a dragon quarter, called Raina Hart “descendant.”
Apparently wanting to display ancestral dignity, it had even transformed its appearance from that of a twelve-year-old child to an adult male form.

“Taking a human as a companion is quite a difficult matter.”

The dragon was now launching into a “back in my day” lecture directed at Raina Hart.

“Do you know how arrogantly and recklessly those ignorant mortals behave? Back in my time, there were dragons who died from being misunderstood as having abducted their human companions. The human who shared their life also perished in that very place.”

The dragon’s long golden hair gleamed so brilliantly it hurt to look at. A Gold Dragon, perhaps.
I glanced briefly at the area near the dragon’s sternum. The location where the mana stone was situated was not where the esophagus or stomach would be. This meant the dragon had not swallowed it while alive.

‘Then the mana stone grew after death. There’s no reason the dragon would have left behind a thought-form to guard the mana stone.’

In the end, my objective has no connection to this thought-form. Once Kevenriak Heteroven and Zikhard awaken, I can take the mana stone and return…

“Are you listening, descendant?”

I gasped in surprise, swallowing hard. The dragon’s face had appeared inches from my own. Despite its stoic expression, its dazzling beauty felt overwhelming, and I instinctively shifted my body backward. My hand brushed against Kevenriak’s sleeping form.
The dragon crouched before me, paying no mind to my discomfort, and continued speaking.

“Marriage with humans requires careful consideration. Just because someone possesses a beautiful face doesn’t mean their character is equally refined. From what I’ve observed, that fellow is nothing but a pretty exterior. Utterly hollow inside.”

I flinched.

“With your lifespan, you could live for centuries. Are you truly going to spend your entire existence fixated on a single face?”
“…Did I read the memories correctly? Our Keri is a 7-Circle mage.”

At the dragon’s dismissal, I countered with a slight twitch of my lips.

“It’s not comparable to dragons, I’ll admit.”
“For a thought-form entity, you’re hardly in a position to say such things. The greatest mage is…”
“So impressive that he’s currently sleeping before me, defeated by a mere thought-form. That’s my point.”
“…His swordsmanship rivals that of a Sword Master.”
“Yet with that skill, he couldn’t even protect you. That’s precisely why I call him inadequate.”
“He’s also an excellent cook. Particularly skilled at grilling meat.”
“Interesting.”

A brief battle of wits unfolded over the sleeping subject.

“So the Emperor of the Betuzhenia Empire can cook as well, it seems.”
“You knew he was the Emperor, and yet… Never mind. Let’s stop this.”

I waved my hand dismissively. There was no point in continuing this pointless argument.

“Then how about we discuss something else? I need you to do me a favor.”
“I don’t have time.”

I answered immediately. If this was something important enough for a dragon to leave behind a thought-form before death, it was bound to be incredibly troublesome. Refusing before even hearing it out was the wisest course of action. The dragon’s expression turned sardonic at my rejection.
This woman with brown hair before me—once she had lived for over a decade in the body of my descendant, bearing lavender-colored hair, but that soul had always been human. And humans were—

“Once you see what I’m offering in return, you won’t be able to refuse so easily.”
“…”

The dragon pointed a finger behind me. When I turned my head, an enormous pile of gold coins that hadn’t been there moments before gleamed brilliantly in the light.

“Surely you cannot refuse such an overwhelming amount of gold, can you?”

Humans are weak to money.
The Gold Dragon flicked his golden mane with a smug expression.

“Fine. You take as much as you want.”

Raina Hart replied flatly. True to form for the Gold Dragon, appealing with money. As if gold coins could create an elixir.
Right now, I needed to figure out how to keep Keri alive first—

“Why? Are we inside Betuzhenia’s Garden?”
….

Raina Hart gazed at the dragon.

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