For the Young Villain’s Happy Ending - Chapter 158

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Special Side Story Episode 1

[Ando Hwa.]
Vertical pupils that resembled a reptile’s eyes.
The moment the Reptilian God called her name, Raina Hart knew with absolute certainty.
This was an unwelcome dream.
[I have something to tell you.]
The very architect who had drawn Ando Hwa into this world, and the master of this realm whose only talent lay in observation.
“What is it?”
Even delivering divine revelation through dreams constituted interference.
Why would he seek me out, breaking the laws of the gods that permitted only observation?
[Your regression.]
The Reptilian God drew closer. A hand with razor-sharp nails reached toward Raina Hart. She reflexively batted it away and retreated, creating distance between them.
“What were you trying to do?”
Raina Hart demanded sharply. Within the rounded belly cradled in her hands, a small life thrashed and kicked.
The Reptilian God clenched the hand that had failed to reach her belly.
[I have no time left. Ando Hwa. Regarding your regression—.]
As if someone had extinguished a flame, her vision plunged into darkness in an instant. The Reptilian God’s form and voice vanished.
Raina Hart opened her eyes and looked around, then exhaled a deep sigh of relief.
“Ah….”
A bed. The Imperial Palace of the Betuzhenia Empire, where Kevenriak slept beside her.
“Raina…?”
Kevenriak stirred awake at her sigh, opening his eyes halfway as he softly called her name.
“Is the baby giving you trouble?”
Kevenriak’s warm hand settled upon Raina Hart’s swollen belly. In the final month, fetal movements were frequent.
Believing the vigorous movements had disturbed her sleep, Kevenriak’s brow furrowed with concern.
“Again.”
Raina Hart smiled and pressed her index finger against her husband’s furrowed brow.
Kevenriak pretended to be displeased with his child for troubling Raina Hart, but his true feelings were evident. Even now—the hand caressing her belly was infinitely tender.
“It’s not because of the baby.”
“Then what is it?”
“Just….”
Raina Hart met Kevenriak’s gaze. Her heart was beating faster than usual from the unexpected appearance of the Reptilian God.
Kevenriak would surely feel this quickened pulse. To prevent her companion from sensing anything amiss, Raina Hart stroked his hair as she spoke.
“I had a strange dream.”

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The Imperial Prince was born.
“What color is his hair?!”
The moment Vivian saw Maverick Marquis enter the Reception Room, she couldn’t help but cry out the question.
She was that anxious.
“Is it that pale purple like Raina Hart?!”
A strange rumor had been circulating throughout the Betuzhenia Empire.
That Raina Hart’s body couldn’t bear children, so she had pretended to be pregnant and found a surrogate to give birth to the child.
‘What absolute nonsense!’
Vivian ground her teeth in frustration. She had seen Raina’s swollen belly countless times and had felt the baby’s movements with her own hands.
There was a living witness standing right before their eyes, and yet they dared to spread such lies.
‘It’s obvious! It’s just a rumor fabricated by petty, envious people who resent Raina Hart!’
Though only a minority believed the rumor, the mere existence of those few was intolerable. She needed evidence to thoroughly silence those despicable people.
“My, it seems the Duke is quite eager.”
Maverick Marquis, having handed his hat to the Attendant of House of Asperada, turned to face Vivian.
“About the Imperial Prince’s hair color, that is.”
A pair of heterochromatic eyes curved in a smile.
It was a positive signal Maverick Marquis was sending to Vivian.
Yes, that’s what she thought. Vivian sensed her intuition had been correct and exclaimed.
“It’s pale purple!”
“Black.”
“Ah.”
Black hair inherited from the Emperor. Vivian inadvertently let out a sigh of disappointment.
“It seems the Duke of Asperada is displeased that the Imperial Prince inherited the Emperor’s hair color.”
Maverick walked to the sofa with a nonchalant smile and sat down. His familiar movements showed clear signs of frequent visits.
Vivian watched as Maverick crossed his legs on the sofa across from her and even sipped his tea, when suddenly she came to her senses.
“That’s not it at all!”
Vivian jumped up.
While she had been caught off guard by the shock that the Imperial Prince hadn’t inherited Raina’s pale purple hair, Maverick Marquis was trying to slander her.
“The Emperor’s black hair is so beautiful! Are you trying to accuse me of insulting the Imperial Family, Marquis? I was merely concerned about that ridiculous rumor….”
“Ah, the surrogate.”
Maverick seemed to know the rumor Vivian was referring to.
“What? Surrogate?”
At Maverick’s careless manner of mentioning such a serious rumor, Vivian’s cheeks puffed up like balloons before deflating.
“Marquis Maverick, what you just said is itself an insult to the Imperial Family—”
“Haha. The surrogate rumor is absurd, of course. I simply didn’t want to take it seriously.”
“Really?”
Vivian’s eyes narrowed with lingering suspicion. Maverick attempted to redirect her attention with his next words.
“It’s a shame the Duke of Asperada hasn’t met the newborn Imperial Prince yet. If you had seen him in person, you wouldn’t even pay attention to such rumors.”
“Why is that?”
The schedule for the trip to the Tuntera Kingdom and Raina’s accelerated delivery date had overlapped.
Despite her hurried return, Vivian had missed the visiting hours and still hadn’t laid eyes on the Imperial Prince born three days prior.
“Do you know which body part leaves only a trace in humans but still exists in dragons?”
“I don’t want to solve riddles. Just tell me the answer.”
“Here.”
At Vivian’s complaint, Maverick brought his index finger toward his back.
After confirming the location, Vivian fell into thought before gasping and covering her mouth with both hands.
“No way.”
Maverick nodded as their eyes met.
“I saw them fluttering quite clearly.”

***

Flutter. Flutter.
A pair of tiny black wings, no larger than two finger joints, protruded through holes in his clothing and fluttered about.
How actively the little things moved.
Raina Hart, leaning against the headboard of the bed, gazed at the son cradled in her arms, lost in thought.
He was the spitting image of both Kevenriak Heteroven and herself. His particularly unchanging expression was especially reminiscent of them both.
I gave birth to this child.
Five days had already passed. Labor pains had jolted her awake in the dead of night, and she had greeted the morning sun through agony unlike anything she had ever experienced.
Somehow, I survived.
The word “survival” was fitting—Raina Hart had endured against all odds.
Pain that magic could not conceal. Even the seasoned physician, weathered by countless deliveries, had been astonished. It was the moment Raina’s understanding of childbirth was utterly redefined.
The moment the physician’s words announcing the child’s birth ended, Kevenriak Heteroven wept.

“One child is enough for me.”

It was what Kevenriak had said while holding Raina Hart’s hand right after she gave birth. Because he had experienced the loss of her once before, his resolve seemed unshakeable—a conviction that would not crumble in the days to come.
Raina Hart agreed.
“I cannot endure that pain a second time.”
There would be no second child. So she would give her utmost to the son who had been born. Whether he bore wings upon his back or not. Her son was simply her son.
“Yawn.”
Within Raina Hart’s field of vision, the child’s small lips moved. His eyes had remained wide open until now. The boy’s eyes, which resembled the color of water, seemed to blend her silver eyes and Kevenriak’s blue eyes in an exquisite mixture.
“How adorable.”
Raina Hart murmured while gazing at her son. Perhaps because of the Dragon’s blood flowing through his body, the boy kept his eyes open for longer periods than children his age.
‘He looks just like Keri.’
Though surely he couldn’t focus yet. Raina Hart gently touched the cheek of her son, who seemed to be gazing at her with wide, bright eyes. Whether he understood that she was his mother, the boy did not cry.
“Yawn.”
Another yawn escaped him.
He was clearly drowsy. Raina Hart snapped her fingers. The child’s body floated gently into the air, and a soft blanket that had flown from the baby’s crib wrapped around her son’s form. It was a magical cradle.
“He really is so gentle.”
Jasmine, the eldest among Raina Hart’s disciples aside from Kevenriak and Kin, approached and spoke while observing the sleeping Imperial Prince.
“You mean Elbian?”
“Yes. It’s hard to believe he’s the Emperor’s son.”
At Jasmine’s words, Raina Hart let out a soft laugh.
“The Emperor was gentle too, you know.”
“The Emperor was…?”
Jasmine blinked her eyes.
Though Kevenriak had been quiet in his childhood, he was far from gentle.
How many layers of rose-tinted glasses did her Master have on?
Even as Jasmine thought this, she did not contradict her Master’s words. It was better to change the subject than to remove those firmly fixed rose-tinted glasses.
“Master, by the way.”
Jasmine spoke to Raina Hart.
“Hasn’t the Imperial Prince grown again?”

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