For the Young Villain’s Happy Ending - Chapter 160

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Special Side Story Episode 3

‘How strange.’
Even during my pregnancy, I’d never had much of an appetite. There were things I wanted to eat, but if circumstances didn’t permit, I’d simply let it go.
So it was peculiar that I now craved meatballs so intensely my hips practically twitched at the thought.
‘Why is steam still rising from it?’
My gaze followed the red-haired noble’s hand. Wisps of steam curled upward from the sauce-glazed meatball, no larger than a clenched fist.
‘Did he cast a temperature-maintenance spell? It must still be warm.’
My fingers itched.
‘I’d take one, cut it in half with a fork, soak the tender, meat-filled interior in sauce, and pop it into my mouth in one bite. The way it would melt so softly on my tongue….’
I swallowed.
I was lost in imagination, watching the red-haired noble’s plate, when I suddenly came to my senses.
“….”
My daydream scattered in an instant, and I felt ashamed of myself.
To weigh the dignity of an Empress against meatballs with such serious appetite—it was mortifying.
‘…How long has he been holding my hand?’
Only then did I notice Kevenriak’s hand clasping mine. His mana flowed through my hand into me.
My heart raced—but not from my own emotions. It was his heartbeat thundering through our connection.
“Your Majesty?”
I turned my head to the side. Kevenriak’s sharp, sculpted profile resembled a marble sculpture as he stared straight ahead. I followed the gaze of his vigilant blue eyes.
“Ah.”
The red-haired noble was smirking at us. The moment our eyes met—his and mine—a curse slipped from my lips.
“Damn.”
Vertical pupils, vivid and unmistakable, set within golden eyes tinged with green.
Eyes like a reptile’s. Hair the color of blood.
‘That’s—’
A Red Dragon. The one sleeping beneath Tunchar.

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The Emperor and Empress departed the banquet with remarkable haste.
“I’m exhausted.”
There was no need for elaborate excuses. In the Betuzhenia Empire, the Emperor’s word was as absolute as law itself.
As the Emperor and Empress disappeared into the Imperial Household corridor behind the dais, heavy velvet curtains drew across its entrance.
In that moment, the Red-haired Noble who had been watching them both vanished somewhere.
“Raina Hart, just now—.”
Kevenriak Heteroven began speaking urgently as he entered the corridor, but his words were swallowed by the instantaneous teleportation magic Raina Hart had cast.
“Master? Your Majesty?”
“Aren’t you still at the banquet?”
They had arrived in Elbian’s Room.
Jasmine and Rose, who had been stationed on either side of the cradle admiring the baby, tensed at what they thought might be intruders, but upon recognizing the two of them, they asked with startled expressions.
“Why have you come so soon?”
“It’s nothing serious. Simply fatigued.”
Raina Hart took Kevenriak Heteroven’s hand and walked toward the cradle. Elbian, now entering his second month of life, had grown so rapidly that one might believe him three months old.
“Is Elbian doing well?”
“Yes. As always, he’s adorable and quiet.”
Rose nodded. Recognizing his parents’ approach, Elbian broke into a bright smile and reached out his arms.
As Kevenriak Heteroven lifted his son into his embrace, the folded wings on his back fluttered.
“Father is the best.”
“Absolutely.”
Jasmine agreed with Rose’s meaningful remark. Raina Hart, reassured by the sight of her unharmed son, clicked her tongue inwardly. Something felt distinctly off.
‘A suggestion spell was cast.’
For anyone to place a suggestion spell on Raina Hart, who had reached the highest pinnacle attainable by a human body, they would need to wield magic from a higher circle than hers.
Only one race possessed such capability: Dragons.

“He will come again.”

What she had told Keri last year was becoming reality.
“Jasmine, Rose. Could you give us some space?”
“Of course.”
At Raina Hart’s request, her disciples left without question or complaint. Raina Hart turned to Kevenriak Heteroven. “How did that man know?”
“How did that man know?”
At that question, Kevenriak Heteroven’s heart began racing again. He lowered Elbian into the cradle. The child whimpered toward his father’s departing embrace, then, as if resigned, folded his wings obediently and gazed up at his parents.

“Mother.”

The babbling I heard when Raina Hart was with the Grimoire of Magic.
It was still the first and last time Elbian had called his mother by that name. Apart from his unusually rapid physical growth, Elbian displayed developmental milestones similar to his peers.
“Raina Hart.”
In Elbian’s field of vision, his father embraced his mother from behind at the waist.
His plump cheeks puffed slightly as his lips pouted adorably.
“That man used magic, didn’t he?”
Kevenriak Heteroven’s lips brushed against her soft lavender hair. His whisper at her ear carried the weight and heat of a lover’s profound emotion.
That heavy, burning sensation transferred to the depths of Raina Hart’s belly.
“That’s why Raina Hart seemed different from usual.”
His tone hovered in the ambiguous space between question and certainty. The obsession and jealousy he kept tightly suppressed within him leaked out through his slightly ragged breathing.
….
Only then did Raina Hart sense something was amiss.
The distance between where the Red Dragon had stood moments before and the Empress’s position was considerable—so much so that Raina Hart couldn’t distinguish whether she was looking at a meatball or a man.
“I seemed different from usual?”
“You swallowed hard while looking at that man.”
“No—”
Raina Hart was caught off guard by her husband’s sudden remark, her words catching in her throat. She raised her hand to stroke the head of her husband, who had rested his cheek against her shoulder, then redirected it toward her son’s location.
Raina Hart hastily erected a sound barrier around her son. Though the child was barely a month old and couldn’t possibly understand, she felt it inappropriate to expose him to such improper conversation.
“You’re saying I swallowed hard while looking at that man?”
She asked Kevenriak Heteroven in an exasperated tone.
She had swallowed, yes—but that was because she wanted to eat the meatball, not because she wanted to devour that man.
“That’s how it appeared?”
Raina Hart questioned him.
Instead of answering, Kevenriak Heteroven lifted his cheek from her shoulder. Then, with the hand resting at her waist, he turned her body toward him.
Raina Hart tilted her head upward to meet her husband’s gaze.
“Keri.”
At her call, Kevenriak Heteroven moved his hand without a word. His index and middle fingers, threading through her soft lavender hair, traced up along the delicate curve of her neck and came to rest against her earlobe. He touched her ear while maintaining eye contact with her.
“Yes.”
Though he tried to conceal his obsession with her, Kevenriak Heteroven’s emotions became increasingly transparent the harder he tried to hide them. That gaze demanding she see only him—Raina Hart had become adept at reading his heart.
“With eyes that found that man appetizing.”
The one swallowing hard right now was Kevenriak Heteroven, blinded by jealousy and wanting to devour her whole.
“I felt like I was losing my mind at the sight of Raina Hart desiring that man.”
“No…”
Raina Hart bit her lip.
She didn’t dislike his obsession, but the problem was the Red Dragon caught in the middle of it. That was absolutely not the case. In this situation, an indifferent stranger occupied such a significant place.
“You’re saying I desired that man?”
Raina Hart spoke with a mixture of bewilderment and grievance in her tone.
Kevenriak Heteroven doesn’t know Ando Hwa’s memories.
This is the second cycle in this world. The current Kevenriak Heteroven doesn’t know the emotions Ando Hwa experienced in the first cycle.
Why did I decide to stay in this world?
‘It’s unfair.’
The curse of infinite regression. Ando Hwa had grown accustomed to it, and in each new cycle, she no longer expected her previous relationships to carry over to those around her.
But strangely, with Kevenriak Heteroven, it was different.
Even she recognized how childish it was—this petty sense of hurt rising within her.
“Me?”
I see only Kevenriak Heteroven, yet does he doubt me? Kevenriak Heteroven, who had been watching Raina Hart with a weary gaze as she pressed the question again, as if voicing her displeasure, moved his lips.
“Yes.”
“Keri.”
“That’s why I found it strange.”
Kevenriak Heteroven spoke. His eyes remained fixed on Raina Hart’s.
“Because Raina Hart would never look at another man that way.”

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