For the Young Villain’s Happy Ending - Chapter 141

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Chapter 141

Looking at the darkened surroundings, I realized I had emerged from the Grimoire of Magic and now stood within the shadows. Zikhard remained suspended in mid-air, likely due to the recoil from expelling me. He would move again soon enough.

“I can’t move a muscle.”

This was no time to worry about the Grimoire of Magic. I couldn’t move either.
The vast tide of recovered memories pulled at my body like gravity itself. Since my soul hadn’t been torn from my flesh, this must be the one-in-ten scenario the Reptilian God had mentioned. I supposed luck favored me in such matters.

“…Ando Hwa.”

I murmured my own name. So the sword genius wasn’t Vivian—it was me. Then again, as Raina Hart, I had devoted myself entirely to magic. I had never once held a blade.

“It doesn’t feel quite real.”

Perhaps it was because I had lived with only Raina Hart’s memories and the experiences of those dozen-odd years as her. The life I had forgotten still felt distant, like glimpsing someone else’s existence through a keyhole.
Yet the emotions from my past life as Kin remained vivid and immediate. Perhaps it was because those feelings then bore some resemblance to what I felt now.

“….”

I raised my hand to my chest. My heart beat steadily. It was proof that Kevenriak was safe.

‘I need to find a way out of here quickly….’
“Ando Hwa, did you see that? What do you think? Hmm?”

In the meantime, Zikhard, now awake, spoke to me as I lay there.
The Grimoire of Magic cackled with arrogance.
No matter how transcendent a being from another world might be, their origin was human. And one incapable of casting a single spell at that.
The Grimoire of Magic had cowered before Raina Hart only because she was a Dragon Quarter. To such a great grimoire, the human Ando Hwa posed no threat whatsoever.

“So you said there was a being I couldn’t read? Even if you’re a Dragon Quarter, unless you’re a complete dragon, I should be able to glean some information. Yet all your data is sealed away like Pandora’s box…en…, wh…?!”

The Grimoire of Magic, which had been chattering away, suddenly felt a chill run through its spine. The information it had tried to mock by reading—

Raina Hart (Ando Hwa)
■■ ■■■ ■■■
■■ ■ ■ ■ ■■■
….

But aside from Ando Hwa’s name, which I learned when Pandora’s Box was unsealed, there was still nothing else I could read.
What that meant was that this person’s rank was equal to or surpassed that of a Dragon.

“Zikhard.”
“Kyeek!”

As I was contemplating this chilling revelation, the person in question spoke to me. The Grimoire of Magic jumped so violently that its pages scattered like loose leaves.

“W-why are you doing this, Master? I’m just an innocent Grimoire of Magic with no connection to what happened in your past! How could I possibly covet Kevenriak’s soul?! I could never do something so vile!”

The guilty Grimoire of Magic made excuses and prostrated itself before Raina Hart. Whether Zikhard cared or not, Raina Hart raised her upper body. Her body was finally loosening up.

“Try reading that.”
“That? What’s over there… Kyeek! What is that?!”

Where Raina Hart pointed, a black object darker than the murky surroundings stood.
A human shadow stared back at Raina Hart.

Click. Click.

***

Simona closed her eyes, breathing in the fragrance that filled the room. It was a scent that dulled the senses, yet it could not stop the venom seeping into her body.

“I used too much power.”

Simona furrowed her brow.
She had acted completely at ease before Raina Hart, but she was now in a precarious state.
Her life force had weakened from escaping the Subspace created by the Eighth Circle and Jenia’s barrier.
Hiding within the shadows she created through self-replication, the battles with Raina Hart’s disciples, her escape, the hypnosis she cast on humans, and then the battle with Kevenriak again, ….
Moreover, thanks to Raina Hart and Kevenriak, who destroyed her shadows as soon as they detected them, only the shadows imprisoning Raina Hart remained.

“Last time she was a Sword Master, and now she’s a top-tier Mage? This is absolutely ridiculous.”

To awaken the Dragon, I needed to shake Rare, which lay deep beneath the earth.
In my current state, I couldn’t muster enough magical power for such a feat, so I needed to buy time to recover. That’s why I deliberately lured Raina Hart and confined her.
I lacked the strength to kill her, and she was my variable—my only card to play.

“So Raina Hart was Kin Setric all along.”

Simona laughed softly, as if amused by some ridiculous joke.

“That’s why everything kept falling apart, even after I killed that red-haired girl.”

Success had been within reach when I returned to the past—the day I created tombs for my kin and learned of Raphael’s death.

“Why…?”

Did the Reptilian God mean to inflict two despairs upon me?
Why return at this moment? Had I come back just a few days earlier, I could have saved my kin, saved my sister. But cursing the Reptilian God wouldn’t bring the dead back to life.

“I can… start again.”

As a seventh-circle mage, Simona thought thus. I could start anew.
If this life unfolded exactly as the last one had, I could succeed in my revenge. That’s why I’d kept the infant Kin Setric alive.
I summoned Raphael’s spirit from the afterlife and took the place of the Duchess Asperada.
Everything from the past occurred as before, and all proceeded smoothly—until the Grand Mage awakened.

“Raina Hart has awakened, you say?”
“Well, you too. She didn’t awaken so much as she was never dead to begin with.”
“Ah, yes, of course.”
“But whether she brushed with death or not, the woman has changed. She’s taken the Fourth Prince as her disciple.”
“What?”

Unlike the previous life, Raina Hart hadn’t died. Kevenriak had left the Imperial Palace. What had gone wrong? Simona grew anxious.
Yet she felt no inclination to venture to the Grand Mage’s domain. She feared the Grand Mage might sense her malice if they met.
After much deliberation, Simona departed for Hibeiro. And there, she discovered it—the red-haired girl who had killed me.

‘Kin Setric.’

Kevenriak’s aide, the one who had killed me. Simona often observed Kin.
But she seemed far removed from the sword, and as she grew, her heart filled with inferiority.

‘Being a disciple of Raina Hart means I’ve only learned magic? If I’ve never held a sword, I might not know my true talent.’

Perhaps my personality twisted from clinging to magic without any aptitude for it. How amusing this had become.
In any case, it worked out well. If I simply nudged her in the right direction, she seemed like she could be used as a chess piece.
A chess piece to kill the most irritating Raina Hart.

“Raina Hart will abandon you.”
“Master would never do such a thing….”
“Kin, why would a Grand Mage keep a useless disciple like you? All her other disciples are excellent. You’re barely at the first circle. The Grand Mage must be too ashamed to walk with her head held high.”
“She would… never….”
“I’ll teach you how not to be abandoned. Before Raina Hart discards you, pierce your master’s heart with this sword.”
“I… can’t….”
“No, Kin. Your master’s death will keep you as her disciple forever.”
“Forever…?”

Thus I eliminated two variables at once, and Kevenriak became the tyrant I had known him to be. Vivian remained asleep, and Tiernan Fargan was expanding the Rebel Forces’ power.
Now things were flowing properly. Simona was satisfied, but two years later, everything fell apart again.

‘Who on earth is it?!’

I was always bewildered.
I acted exactly as I had in my previous life, so why did things keep going wrong?
Vivian’s childhood remained the same, yet why had Kevenriak changed so drastically?
Why had Raina Hart come back to life, and why had Kin Setric become someone completely different from her previous self?

‘Who is creating these variables?’

The frustrating question was finally answered just days ago.
Raina Hart appeared before me, alive.

“I don’t think I should let you live if you’re going to listen to that.”

When she grasped the sword the same way Kin Setric had and pierced my heart, Simona felt as though she had found the final puzzle piece.

‘It was you?’

What confirmed my suspicion beyond doubt were the words Raina Hart had spoken to me in Tunchara Land.

“…Is this your second life?”

Simona couldn’t suppress her laughter.
Raina Hart was Kin Setric. So that’s how she had deceived my eyes. And she remained at the Emperor’s side all along.

So this time, you’re living two lives in a different body as well. How unfair this is….

“It’s so unfair.”

Simona murmured to herself.
Kin Setric. It’s far too unfair that only you get to find what you’ve lost.

***

Kevenriak teleported to the place where Raina Hart had vanished, bringing Vivian and Tiernan Fargan with him.
But the shadow that had swallowed Raina Hart remained impossible to locate. Vivian suggested another location.

“Let’s try the Asperada Duke’s Castle.”
“Is she there?”
“I can’t be certain, but….”

A fragment of Raphael’s search for her son was there, so they might find a clue.
With Kevenriak’s magic, the three of them moved to the Duke’s Castle. The barrier protecting the castle from intruders blocked their path, but it posed no serious obstacle.

Crash!

“A 7th Circle mage is incredible….”
“I… could do that much as well.”

At Vivian’s exclamation, Tiernan Fargan absently touched the hilt of the sword at his waist.

“Something’s strange.”

Yet something was indeed wrong. Despite the tremendous noise from Kevenriak shattering the barrier, not a single soul appeared. Even the guard posts at the Castle Gate stood empty.

“Is there no one here?”

As the three of them drew closer to the castle, the strange feeling grew increasingly intense. Though dusk was falling, no lit windows were visible. It resembled a castle where no one dwelt.

“…Vivian, stay close to me.”

Tiernan Fargan shielded Vivian while Kevenriak pressed ahead. As we drew closer, windows that had been obscured by overlapping trees on the same level came into view.

“What is that place?”

Kevenriak gestured toward the second floor, asking Vivian. Only that room blazed with light.

“It’s my mother’s chamber.”

Simona Asperada’s room. The moment Kevenriak narrowed his gaze, a dark shadow rippled across the ornate chandelier above.

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