For the Young Villain’s Happy Ending - Chapter 114

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Chapter 114

The Dragon’s distribution of treasures ceased only when nothing of value remained in the dimensional pocket. He had given away everything worth money.

‘This should cover Hibei’s finances for centuries.’

Raina Hart accepted the dimensional pocket pouch that Kevenriak offered and held it. Perhaps it was merely her imagination, but the pouch felt remarkably heavy.

“I’ll use it well.”
“Very well.”

The Dragon seemed satisfied with Raina Hart’s gratitude, settling onto the ground and fluttering his wings. Had she been an ordinary human, he certainly would not have emptied his entire dimensional pocket for her.

[That’s enough.]

While indulging in his hobby of prying into her memories, something had repelled him when he delved too deeply. A human wielding a sword.
That must be her original soul form. The one who had inhabited his descendant’s body. And now, the true appearance of this human who would accept the Emperor as her consort.

“What? Do you have something to say?”

When Raina Hart noticed his gaze and asked, the sharp orange eyes that had been studying her softened into round, gentle orbs.

“Nothing at all. Just wake my old friend, will you? Along with your descendant’s husband.”
“Descendant—”
“….”

Raina Hart started to protest to the Dragon but closed her mouth instead. Perhaps because Kevenriak stood beside her, neither denying nor affirming that word felt natural.
Kevenriak gave a subtle nod toward the Dragon, though Raina Hart did not notice.

“Why hasn’t he awakened yet?”

Raina Hart, feeling oddly embarrassed, pointed to Zikhard, who remained suspended in midair. Unlike Raina Hart and Kevenriak, who had regained consciousness quickly, Zikhard had shown no movement since being frozen.

“It’s merely a matter of time. My hobby hasn’t killed anyone yet.”

The Dragon answered as if it were no great matter. Since they couldn’t wait indefinitely in the cave for the Grimoire of Magic to awaken, Zikhard decided to place it in his spatial pouch. Being skilled at manipulating formulas, it would find its own way out once it stirred.
Raina Hart provided Kevenriak with the coordinates of their next destination. The Dragon gazed up at the two standing side by side. They were a well-matched pair. Not in appearance, but in soul.
Initially, I had opposed it out of concern for the ending I had come to know.

“Listen, descendant.”

Once this descendant departs, I shall never be seen again. So I offer this wisdom. Benefit from your ancestor’s blessing.

“You must welcome that one as your companion.”
“Wh…at….”

Raina Hart, flustered, froze entirely, her words stumbling.
What was this Dragon saying?
There was no time to cover Kevenriak’s ears. Afraid to glance sideways, Raina Hart kept her gaze fixed forward as the Dragon wore a pleased expression.

“Only then will your life hold true meaning.”

***

“You will have nightmares tonight.”
“What might be in the wardrobe? Under the bed?”
“Humans must eat vegetables to stay healthy. Eat beans, eat greens, eat mushrooms. No meat.”

Kekeke….
The Alchemist dropped a single droplet of liquid from a dropper onto a cotton doll. The doll thrashed its limbs, then scurried across the desk—pitter-patter-patter—and grasped the hand of another doll of identical form. The new doll immediately spoke from its mouth drawn in an ‘O’ shape.

“Is there time to sleep now? We have work to do.”

Four dolls to whisper nightmares at the bedside of the cursed.
Perfect, perfect. It couldn’t be more perfect.
At this level, even an 8-Circle Mage would surely succumb to my alchemy and suffer nightmares.

“…Damn it.”

The Alchemist, who had been smiling with satisfaction at the dolls he’d created, tore off his experimental goggles. What good is perfection? The Grand Mage is dead and gone.

With nothing more than the ability to create Mana Hearts, Mages had easily constructed their entire discipline. What took countless efforts from Alchemists was merely a single incantation for them. Mages dismissed Alchemy as a foolish art.
The genius Alchemist yearned to prove them wrong.

“Kekeke. A 5-Circle Mage is nothing special, is it? Hey, old man from the Mage Association. Do you understand now? That alchemy surpasses magic?”
“…If you’re going to say such things, shouldn’t you at least be able to defeat someone like Raina Hart?”
“Raina Hart?”

A genius mage of my own generation.

“Are you the strongest mage in the Betuzhenia Empire?”

Thus, the Alchemist persistently attacked Raina Hart to defeat her. Until fourteen years ago, when he lost his masterwork—a turning point in his life—to Raina Hart.
123 battles, 123 defeats. That was his record. After that, Raina Hart made Tunchar disappear in a single night. It was unbelievable.

“I will absolutely reach the pinnacle of alchemy that surpasses magic.”

Shocked, the Alchemist set out on a journey to pursue truth. And finally, watching the rising sun in the desert, he wept. Raina Hart was dead. And she had left him behind, her rival.

“….”

Recalling that memory from two years ago left a bitter taste. The Alchemist walked through the living room that doubled as his laboratory to get some fresh air, opening the front door.

“What—ugh, kyaaah.”

Then he caught sight of two people standing before the entrance and gasped in shock, clutching his chest. There was a woman of breathtaking beauty and a tall man wearing a hooded robe.

“Dinsper?”
“W-who are you?”

A beautiful woman with brown hair, apparently about to ring the doorbell, called out to me. Apart from her appearance, she seemed like an ordinary woman in her early twenties, yet something about her made me tense. Surely I hadn’t lost my nerve to some young upstart.

“I’d like to request a commission from you.”
“A commission?”
“You said you wanted to create an Elixir. I have the materials. Two top-grade mana stones.”
“The weather is perfectly fine though….”

Dinsper glanced at the clear sky, then looked the woman up and down, clicking his tongue. She was requesting a legendary potion as casually as if it were some low-grade concoction.

“There are madmen walking about these days. Do you think an Elixir is a child’s plaything? Judging by your clothes, you seem to be nobility. But it’s still impossible, so leave, go.”

He himself held the rank of count. Dinsper waved his hand and turned away. Just as he was about to close the door, the woman grabbed his shoulder.

“Do you know who stands behind me?”
“Who?”
“His Imperial Majesty, the Emperor.”
“….”

Surely not. Why would the Emperor come all the way to this remote frontier? Yet cold sweat trickled down my spine.
Raina Hart whispered into Dinsper’s ear.

“I can’t openly tell you that I’m His Majesty’s attendant, but wouldn’t it be wise to accept the commission? You must have heard some things about the Alchemist, haven’t you?”

Of course he had heard things. That the Emperor had gone mad, become a tyrant, and that crossing his mood meant death.
The Emperor’s attendant spoke again.

“I hope you live a long life, Alchemist.”

At those words, the Alchemist glanced at the man. A wind from somewhere swept back the man’s hood. He had seen him once from a distance at an imperial ceremony. Dinsper’s pupils trembled.
A handsome man with black hair. One of his perfectly shaped eyebrows twitched as if his mood was displeased. It was then that his cool blue eyes turned toward the Alchemist.

“Y-Your Majesty!”

Dinsper hurriedly threw himself flat on the ground.

“I have committed a grave offense! Please, take my life!”
“….”

***

“It’s fortunate. Dinsper agreed to create the Elixir for us.”

Raina Hart was walking along a low wall about a foot and a half high. Kevenriak Heteroven walked beside her, holding her right hand to help her maintain her balance.

“Keri’s timing with raising his eyebrow was perfect.”

Kevenriak smiled softly.

“I simply did as you instructed.”
“I wasn’t sure it would work. Using His Imperial Majesty as I pleased.”
“Because it’s you, Raina.”
“….”

I stopped in my tracks and turned my head to the side. Kevenriak was looking at me. The wall’s height made our eyes level. The face of my disciple, whom I encountered constantly these days, felt strangely unfamiliar, as if belonging to someone else entirely.

“I don’t mind whatever you do to me, Raina Hart.”

Within his distinct features, his eyes gazed at me with unwavering clarity. It was still Kevenriak’s handsome face. Yet somehow, I couldn’t look at it directly.
I hastily averted my gaze forward and feigned a cough as if clearing my throat.

“You shouldn’t say such things carelessly.”
“Why not?”
“What if I do something strange to Keri?”

I regretted the words the moment they left my lips.
Something strange. My word choice was poor. Even the tone sounded odd.

“What kind of something are you planning to do?”

I had hoped he would let it pass, but that was never going to happen. Upon hearing my words, Kevenriak let out a soft laugh and asked with shameless composure. I fumbled through words that came to mind like excuses. I wanted to convey that while it was strange, it wasn’t truly that strange.

“Perhaps I might massage your shoulders every day.”
“I’d like that.”

I stepped forward again along the wall. My awkward gait caused my body to sway slightly left and right as I struggled to maintain balance. Kevenriak walked slowly, matching my pace.

“Or perhaps ask you to become a reading pillow occasionally.”
“That sounds nice too.”
“On pleasant evenings, I might ask you to take night walks with me.”
“Anytime.”
“Or perhaps I might pout and demand to eat food that Keri has cooked.”
“I’d actually welcome that.”

I kept my gaze fixed on the wall, which was only a palm’s width across. To every word I spoke, Kevenriak responded with a warm tone that he would do so.
I must have heard about sixteen examples of strange things.

“…I might even ask you to spend your entire life with me.”

I spoke in a voice barely above a whisper.
Kevenriak looked at me. A gentle autumn breeze passed between us. My cheeks flushed, but the shadows of the surrounding trees concealed the blush.
Standing atop the wall was I, wearing Vivian’s body, yet what Kevenriak saw was the soul within. A clear sky, a glittering sun, and beneath it, the light of my world.
Only Kevenriak knew how dazzling that sight held within his blue eyes truly was.

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