For the Young Villain’s Happy Ending - Chapter 142

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Chapter 142

“….”

Vivian was someone Raina Hart cared about.
Kevenriak Heteroven glanced between Vivian and Tiernan Fargan before handing his summoning bell to Vivian and speaking.

“I’ll go check. Call if anything dangerous happens.”
“Yes…! We’ll search the other parts of the castle too.”
“I will protect Vivian. With or without your help.”

Kevenriak dismissed Tiernan Fargan’s words lightly and teleported away.
Simona’s Room was flooded with bright light and reeked of a pungent odor.
How acrid. He frowned at the stench.

“…!”

His head spun violently, and he lost his balance. The strength drained from his muscles in an instant. His body, unable to support itself, began to pitch forward. Through his blurring vision, something sharp was rapidly closing in.
There was only a fleeting moment—too brief to cast a spell. At this rate, that pointed object would pierce his eyes.
He tried to twist his body, but without strength, he could only fall prey to gravity.

‘Dangerous.’

Crash! Clang!

Kevenriak unleashed half the magical power stored in his Mana Heart in one explosive burst. The vast mana of a supreme-tier Mage erupted outward, sending everything around him flying.
The explosion shattered the windows and unleashed a violent wind. The incense burner that had been spreading hazy smoke from the living room table also shattered into fragments.

Gasp, gasp.
Kevenriak lay on the floor, breathing heavily. The acrid smell dissipated as fresh air from outside flooded deep into his lungs. Strength gradually returned to his weakened muscles.

“How troublesome.”

Laughter echoed from somewhere. Kevenriak rose to his feet and turned toward the sound.
It came from beyond the curtain drawn between the living room and the bedroom. As if noticing his gaze, a voice drifted out.

“Had you inhaled the incense a little longer, even your respiratory muscles would have ceased to move. It’s a fragrance that paralyzes the muscles of those unfamiliar with it. Your judgment was swift. Unfortunately.”

Kevenriak burned the curtains with flames. Simona Asperada sat on a long stool at the foot of the bed.
Simona, facing the Emperor, smiled with the corners of her eyes—marked by a beauty spot—folded upward.

“Your Majesty has come looking for me.”

Rather than answer, Kevenriak conjured a water arrow in the empty air.
He needed to confirm something. The arrow flew swiftly, grazing her arm and piercing through the bed before vanishing. Her clothes tore and blood flowed from her arm—unlike the Simona of before, who would transform into shadow whenever struck.

“Your true form?”
“Perhaps. But Your Majesty, you have no manners. Breaking in uninvited and attacking without so much as a greeting. Is this what Raina Hart taught you?”
“….”

At those final words, Kevenriak’s blue eyes darkened ominously. Yet his gaze upon the enemy before him remained colder than ever.
Simona’s complexion did not change, and she even wore a smile, though her breathing had grown subtly deeper.
The skin visible through the torn fabric was dark crimson. The color was too deep to be mere blood—it seemed as though poison had spread through her.
Was her condition so poor that she could not contain the poison? The recent explosion had consumed half of his stored magical power, but if Simona Asperada was in such a state, he had sufficient odds of victory.

‘If I search this woman’s memories, I can learn where Raina is—.’
“What will you do if I refuse to return Raina Hart to you?”

As though piercing through Kevenriak’s very thoughts, Simona spoke.
She knew precisely what card I held in my hand. She also knew how desperately Kevenriak wished to reclaim it.
True to form, Kevenriak did not let the words I had casually thrown out slip past him and asked directly.

“Where is Raina?”
“Within my shadow.”
“…Did you threaten my Master?”

It made no sense that Raina, having returned, could not escape Simona’s shadow. Raina was a kind person, so perhaps this woman held something over her and threatened her to remain within the shadow.
Simona affirmed Kevenriak’s suspicion.

“You listen well to my words. Even now, she remains obediently within my shadow.”

Her tone was leisurely, but her insides churned with anxiety.
She did not yet have enough magical power to unleash magic potent enough to contend with Kevenriak. The shadows she had created beforehand consumed little power, but their number was the problem.
Apart from the shadows imprisoning Raina Hart, the only shadow Simona could command was Raphael.
A shadow that filled its void by devouring people. She had imprisoned her summoned sibling’s soul within it and nurtured it for revenge.
Whenever she gazed upon that shadow, a certain curiosity stirred within her.

“Would my sister have lived if you had never been born?”

Kevenriak responded to Simona’s question.

“…That’s a pathetic question not even worth answering.”
“True, what difference would asking such a thing of your nephew make? There was nothing you could have done in that situation.”

In my first life, I hesitated.

“I deliberated extensively. Should I kill you or let you live? Was there any need to kill you when you had contracted with the Grimoire of Magic? Couldn’t I have regarded you as Raphael’s child rather than Heteroven’s? But then….”

In my past life. It was when I visited the Imperial Palace for Vivian and the Emperor’s wedding.

“The smile you gave to that Knight was far too tender.”

The moment I saw Kevenriak’s smile directed at the red-haired Knight, I was engulfed in a betrayal beyond words.

“Even though you had lost your emotions, you were capable of love.”

I could not forgive him for living happily, having completely forgotten Raphael.
How was Kevenriak any different from the Heteroven Imperial Family, who had killed their own sister and lived with ease?
So I killed Kevenriak as well.

‘Raphael, watch.’

In this life too, Kevenriak is living happily, having forgotten you.
A colossal shadow slowly rose from within Simona’s shadow. It was the size of three or four grown men combined.
Raphael. Kevenriak’s mother, who had lost her sense of self.

“….”

Creak. Creak.
The sound of teeth grinding emanating from the shadow was ominous beyond measure.
Kevenriak stared at the shadow. Was it his imagination? The shadow seemed to be looking back at him.

“To be honest, Raina Hart can destroy her shadow and escape on her own. However, I told her that if she were to eliminate my shadow, she would have to kill that many people in exchange.”

At Simona’s words, Kevenriak’s fingertips twitched. It was a threat that kind Raina Hart would be compelled to accept. His blue eyes were filled with contempt directed at Simona.

“Your Highness, I have another proposal. If you don’t attack my shadow, I’ll return Raina Hart to you. Ah, you might think killing me would solve this, but… I’m not certain what would happen to Raina Hart inside the shadow if I were to die.”

Simona excelled at exploiting human anxiety. Whether my words were true or false was irrelevant.
If I could merely shake the fears my opponent harbored and bend them to my will, words were merely a tool.

“Your Highness, what matters more to you—Raina Hart’s return, or your own life?”

Simona commanded the shadow standing beside her with an expression devoid of warmth.

“Swallow.”

At those words, the shadow surged toward Kevenriak. The crimson sunset pouring through the shattered window resembled blood. The colossal shadow of black form moved through that sanguine light—a grotesque sight.
Watching the eerie sounds emanate from a face devoid of features, Kevenriak thought.

‘A monster.’

As the shadow drew near, its mouth yawned open. The teeth resembled human dentition, yet every tooth bore the form of a molar—large, solid teeth useful for grinding something to pulp.
Crushing flesh, shattering bone, grinding and consuming—
Kevenriak looked up at the shadow.

‘Could I find Raina if I went inside.’

Perhaps I’ll need to remove all those teeth.
Even as the shadow’s face drew closer overhead, Kevenriak stood without resistance, hoping the shadow would swallow him.
But.

“….”

What he hoped for did not come to pass. Kevenriak blinked, momentarily unable to comprehend his situation.
The shadow seemed to embrace him instead. Between its awkwardly moving jaws came a faltering voice.

“I…a…in…”

The fractured voice was hardly pleasant to hear.
Yet listening carefully, it sounded like a woman’s voice, trembling with suppressed tears.

“A…in…hurt…?”

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