For the Young Villain’s Happy Ending - Chapter 117

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Chapter 117

“It’s gone wrong again after two years.”
“Should I take direct action this time?”

Tiernan Fargan had been turning the woman’s words over in his mind ever since. Her statement continued to gnaw at him. And that suspicious magic of hers.

“There is reportedly a Dark Mage behind the Heteroven Rebellion.”

Two years ago. There was information known only in the strictest confidence even among the Rebel Forces. The fact that dark magic had been involved in the deaths of the Heteroven Royal Family, and that the Third Prince’s army had been placed under weak mental manipulation.
Even as he thought it couldn’t be, Tiernan Fargan posed a question to the woman.

“Are you the Dark Mage who murdered Betuzhenia’s royal family?”

The woman fell silent for a moment. She twisted one corner of her mouth, then answered in a way that affirmed Tiernan Fargan’s words.

“You certainly have good instincts.”
“…You’re admitting it so readily—does that mean you don’t care if I find out?”
“Who knows.”
“Seems like it. Then I understand why you came all this way to target me. You intend to manipulate my mind. You need me as your puppet to move the Rebel Forces. Just as you did with Betuzhenia’s Third Prince two years ago.”

Simona smiled softly at the hostility blazing in Tiernan Fargan’s eyes and glanced around her surroundings.

“It was in mountains like these back then too.”
“Back then?”

The woman spoke of something entirely different. Tiernan Fargan’s eyes narrowed at the incomprehensible turn in conversation. Simona redirected her gaze to him. Her face, unlike moments before, bore no expression whatsoever.

“The day Tunterra committed genocide against a wronged people.”
“…Tunterra could never have done such a thing.”
“What would you know? A three-year-old Imperial Prince who lived comfortably in the Imperial Palace.”

At those words, the tree shadows surrounding the area swayed as though mocking him. The shadows trembled and rose from the ground. With them gathered around him, Simona spoke to Tiernan Fargan.

“Your Highness, I cannot forgive your Tunterra and the Betuzhenia that Heteroven rules over.”

The woman’s expression twisted. Just as the shadows moved in unison to engulf Tiernan Fargan—

“No, Nox!”

A young man who appeared to be from the village witnessed the scene and cried out. As he rushed toward us, Simona sent several shadows his way. But—

“….”

The shadows that had been about to swallow the young man dissipated. What remained was a single youth standing firm. Though she had sent only weak entities, they had vanished in an instant.
He must be a skilled intermediate-level mage.

“How troublesome.”

Simona muttered under her breath and slowly turned her body. Tiernan Fargan, already ensnared by shadows coiling around his ankles and climbing his form, could only watch helplessly as the scene unfolded before his eyes.
The young man attacked Simona as she drew near with the magic at his command, but his spells were repeatedly neutralized by hers, scattering into mana in the air. Frustrated by the overwhelming power, the mage fell to his knees before Simona and cowered, pleading.

“P-please, have mercy….”

Simona’s eyes narrowed the moment the trembling mage’s hand touched her foot. A sensation she had experienced before seized her body.

“You…!”

Her eyes widened and her lips moved, but only a single sound escaped her mouth. Simona’s body vanished in an instant, as if teleporting. Her shadows too, without a trace.

“….”

The village man, who had been silent, trembled across his back before lifting his face, which was full of laughter.

“Wow, that was incredible, absolutely incredible.”

The young man brushed off his knees and stood up, then pulled out a necklace worn beneath his shirt and chuckled. What I thought was him talking to himself turned out to be three people walking from the direction he had come.

“See? It was worth borrowing from the Emperor, wasn’t it?”
“Mabel, taking something without permission doesn’t count as borrowing.”
“Don’t fight….”

A woman speaking casually with her hands clasped at her neck, a petite woman with long wavy hair, and a delicate-looking man coughing as he mediated between the two.

“Hey! Are you alright! What happened to that mage—?!”
“Oh, just now?”

Finally, the man with deep golden hair who had risen to his feet showed a necklace to Tiernan Fargan, who had come running after gaining his freedom, and smiled with an air of nonchalance.

“I made it from our Master’s keepsake.”

***

It was yesterday.
Among the three pursuit teams tracking Raina Hart, the one that had made the least progress was the team pursuing the mercenary’s whereabouts.
The Asperada Duke’s Castle and the Daisy Detective Agency had fixed locations, so they could simply go there and search.

“Silver hair, tall, handsome face, green eyes? I could describe that too! How am I supposed to track down a mercenary I’ve never even laid eyes on?”

It had been ten days of dead ends. Mabel, nineteen years old, sat by the window on the second floor of the tavern and shook her head roughly from side to side. Her layered short hair swayed with the motion.
Moreover, communication with the other disciples had been completely cut off since yesterday. The Emperor remained, but the only communication device that could contact the Emperor’s was Din’s. Communication could only be established if the devices had made contact at least once before.
She was worried about them, whose contact had been severed, but she was also worried about themselves. It felt like being abandoned on a remote island.

“It must be Jasmine’s scheme….”

Mabel banged her head against the wooden table. Ren, nineteen years old, sitting across from her, rested his arm on the back of his chair and chuckled.

“Thanks to it, we even came to a city like this. The Mercenary City.”
“….”
“Rose, don’t drink.”

Jo, twenty years old, coughed lightly and placed the beer mug that Rose, sitting across from him, had taken back beside Mabel. Rose, with her long wavy hair, grumbled in displeasure.
Rose, with her long wavy hair, grumbled in displeasure.

“Max became an adult this year.”
“Only I’m a minor. It’s unfair.”
“Unfair? Then let me resolve your grievance for you.”
“Are you frustrated? Then let me resolve that frustration for you.”

Around Rose’s neck hung the necklace that Raina Hart had left for Kevenriak.
A collection that Raina Hart had left for her disciples in the Emperor’s Chamber as she departed the Imperial Palace. The disciples, gathering their belongings from the now-empty chamber, had discovered a single necklace.
The Emperor’s personal possession. Normally, they would have paid it no attention. But—
The Emperor’s personal belongings. Normally, he wouldn’t have paid them any attention. But—.

“…It’s the exact same spell as Master’s barrier. It looks like Master made it.”

Stale recognized the incantation carved into the necklace. A device that could stand against a Dark Mage simply by wearing it.

“Let me borrow it.”

I didn’t know what would happen next. By unanimous decision, the wearer became Rose, the youngest.
Ren borrowed it from Rose to face the Dark Mage. Not immediately, but the next day.

“Hmph. Must be nice being older—”

Crash!
Then. A loud sound of shattering glass came from a nearby building, followed by a frivolous scream I’d heard many times before.
In the blink of an eye, the Grimoire of Magic flew past the night sky, visible through the window where my disciples sat on the second floor of the tavern.

“Kyaaaah!”
“….”

My disciples, who had frozen momentarily while gazing at the night sky through the wide-open window, suddenly sprang to their feet.
The four hurriedly gathered their belongings and discussed what they had just witnessed.

“What? Why is Zikhard here?”
“I haven’t seen him once since Master’s funeral.”
“Master is in this village? Finding mercenaries isn’t the problem anymore?”
“Cough. Go ahead first. I’ll settle up and follow.”

The four hurried out of the tavern. And there they found him. Not Master, not Zikhard, but a tall, silver-haired handsome man wandering the streets.

“Right?”
“Seems like it.”

Mabel and Ren nodded.
It seemed they could find someone without ever seeing their face. Among those emerging from the building with the shattered window and searching the surroundings, a striking silver-haired handsome man caught the eye. The moment I saw his large, muscular frame and green eyes, I knew without anyone telling me.
That man was the mercenary.

***

“Someone… has arrived?”

The Butler of House of Asperada doubted the report he had heard. Miss Vivian Asperada had returned home.
Unfortunately, Duke Asperada and his wife had left on a journey yesterday.

“Are you certain?”
“I am certain. It is indeed Miss Vivian Asperada.”

The Butler hastily retrieved a communication device and attempted to contact Duke Asperada. However, it appeared to be malfunctioning—the connection would not go through.

“Of all times for this to happen…”

Since welcoming the returned young lady took precedence, the Butler pocketed the device and left his quarters. In the Main Hall connected to the entrance, he saw Vivian Asperada surrounded by servants. A brown-haired maid was even weeping openly.
Vivian Asperada appeared in the Main Hall connected to the entrance, surrounded by servants. The brown-haired maid was even sobbing loudly.

“Miss Vivian!”

At first glance, his station appeared elevated. He seemed to be nobility, yet the Butler had no recollection of him—a nobleman with no prior dealings with House of Asperada.
Had she received his assistance in reaching the Duke’s Castle?
Did you come to the Duke’s Castle with that person’s help?

“Wow! It’s been so long! Mr. Butler. How have you been?”

Vivian said with a bright smile.
“Who is the gentleman accompanying you?”

“Who is the person who came with you?”
At the Butler’s question, Vivian Asperada turned to look beside her. The blue-eyed man met their gazes as his name was mentioned. Vivian Asperada’s and Kevenriak’s eyes met.

“Hm? Lodger?”
The man with blue eyes looked at them as his story came up. Vivian and Kevenriak’s gazes met.

“Huh? Mr./Ms. Lodger?”

Shortly after teleporting to the duchy and securing a carriage to ride, Vivian awoke. Kevenriak explained the situation to her and told her about their plans going forward.

“I can introduce myself as the sword master of the palace maiden.”

It seems that person inside my body told me to do so.
Vivian Asperada gestured toward Kevenriak with both palms as she spoke.

“This person is—.”

Vivian pointed at Kevenriak with both palms and spoke.

“He’s my lover!”
“…Pardon?”

At Vivian Asperada’s unhesitating declaration, everyone gathered in the room looked startled, their eyes darting between the two of them.
Vivian beamed at them, then linked her arm through Kevenriak Heteroven’s, who stood bewildered by the sudden announcement.

“So please treat him accordingly.”

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