For the Young Villain’s Happy Ending - Chapter 161

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Special Side Story Episode 4

That was when I realized what suggestion truly meant.
“I knew about it, but I felt like I was going insane. I still do.”
Kevenriak spoke to Raina Hart.
“Even though that Dragon placed a suggestion on you, all I could do was break it.”
Only then did Raina Hart’s confusion dissolve. Now she understood why Kevenriak had noticed the magic that even she hadn’t detected.
“What if something like this happens again somewhere my eyes can’t reach?”
It was just as Kevenriak’s hand, wrapped around Raina Hart’s waist, began to trace upward along her spine.
Raina Hart grasped Kevenriak’s forearm—muscles so firm they seemed resistant to any force.
“Keri.”
Yet those arms of his always yielded helplessly to her gentle strength.
“What are you saying?”
Raina Hart lowered his arm as she spoke.
“Humans are creatures that learn. Since something like this happened today, we simply prepare to prevent it from happening again next time.”
Sometimes Raina Hart spoke to him like a teacher. Kevenriak gazed at her.
“So it’s wrong to worry beforehand about something that hasn’t happened yet. The Dragon—”
Raina Hart’s words cut off. Kevenriak had pressed his lips against hers.
A considerable time passed before Raina Hart pushed against his chest with her palm. She glanced at her husband’s lips, now flushed with color, and spoke with playful complaint.
“Keri.”
“Yes?”
“…Why do you do this?”
“What is it, Raina?”
A shameless answer came back. His chest drew close again, and his hand rose to her waist. What would follow was obvious.
“Seriously. You’ve become so brazen.”
“I’ll search for the Dragon myself. You should rest, Raina.”
Raina Hart laughed at Kevenriak’s words. She had already noticed that he was spreading tracking magic throughout the Imperial Palace via the ground to locate the Dragon.
“But I would appreciate it if you could spare me some time first.”
It was fortunate that the cradle where their son lay had high railings. The expressions of the two who had been exchanging smiles suddenly hardened.
Positioning himself between his son and Raina Hart, Kevenriak turned his body.
“Playing around, are we?”
A strange man’s scornful laugh echoed from within the room. Raina Hart, who leaned her head to the side to secure a view beyond Kevenriak’s back, felt her gaze turn cold.
“You’ve arrived.”
Kevenriak’s eyes held the same chill. A gaze that seemed to ask: why are you here?
The Dragon, who had teleported into the room, opened his mouth at the identical intensity in the couple’s eyes.
“You’ll hurt my feelings looking at me like that.”
It was self-inflicted.
Raina Hart thought. If he hadn’t placed that suggestion on me, he wouldn’t be receiving such a look now.
She kept that thought to herself, unwilling to provoke the Dragon’s temperament.
Though he appeared as a young man in his late twenties, he was a catastrophic force that had nearly brought about Tunchar’s destruction.
‘There’s nothing to gain from pretending otherwise.’
Raina Hart addressed the Dragon.
“Aggrad.”
The name of the Red Dragon who slumbered beneath Tunchar, guarding Rare.
“Have you found a new lair?”
“I have. There’s a Dragon I know in the North, and I’m indebted to them.”
It had been about a year ago when he flew off to find a new Rare.
A year was considerable time for humans, but for a Dragon, a year was as brief as a single day.
“I never expected to see you again so soon.”
At Raina’s question, the Dragon’s gaze shifted to Kevenriak Heteroven.
“I have no business with you. My business is with your companion.”
Gulp.
The Dragon swallowed hard. The aroma and taste of that exquisite meat dish—so magnificent it had awakened him from his deep slumber in Rare.
“That food you prepared keeps lingering in my nose and mouth.”
Smack. Aggrad savored the memory, his tongue working at the taste. Knowing how brief human lifespans were, he could not remain idle.
He had to obtain that meat dish as many times as possible while the Emperor still lived. From his side.
“So I shall make my home here.”
Aggrad had never experienced refusal from humans in all his existence. He expected a compliant answer this time as well, but what came instead was—
“I refuse.”
An uncompromising rejection.
The Dragon, experiencing refusal for the first time, recoiled in shock and demanded clarification.
“Why?”
“How could I trust you here after you cast magic upon the Empress?”
“Keri.”
Raina Hart attempted to restrain Kevenriak Heteroven in alarm, but he had no intention of complying with the Dragon’s wishes.
“Apologize and promise that such an incident will never occur again.”
“If I do, may I dwell here?”
“Only then will I consider it.”
“Insolent whelp.”
The Red Dragon’s breathing grew ragged. The human before him was far too presumptuous.
“Your companion is my descendant. What I did was merely a playful gesture, a greeting to my offspring.”
“It can only be called a jest if the recipient accepts it as such.”
“I am not so diminished in station as to accept reproach from a mere child.”
“Rather than speak such things, you should apologize first.”
“Why should I?”
Being a fire-breathing Dragon, heat circulated rapidly through Aggrad’s body. Unlike other Dragons, his actions were easily swayed by emotion—a trait connected to this very nature.
Aggrad exhaled hot breath through his nostrils as he spoke.
“I am the one deserving of your gratitude.”
Aggrad encountered a man speaking of the Empress of the Betuzhenia Empire during his journey northward to this place.

“You know magic, I see? Then have you heard the rumor? About the Empress, in secret…. Ick. I shouldn’t speak of such things carelessly. Well, to our inn’s guests, it doesn’t matter.”

Eating meat in secret, perhaps?
Curious, Aggrad lodged at the inn the man had directed him to. There, he witnessed the creation of a rumor about the Empress being a surrogate mother.
Throughout the inn, mages concealing their identities were spreading vicious gossip about the Empress to guests and travelers. Some even indulged in jokes that crossed the line.
“How dare they slander the descendant of the Dragon.”
“….”
Kevenriak’s eyebrow twitched.
A report Ban had given weeks ago flashed through Kevenriak’s mind. The source of the rumor reduced to ash, a wide straight line of soot, a red dragon spewing flames.
“Did you burn them?”
Kevenriak asked.
Finally, the moment this young one thanks me. Aggrad shrugged his shoulders.
“Those humans? Humans love to chatter, so I simply transformed them all anew. It’s not my concern if some were caught in my flames.”
“What are you saying?”
“Raina.”
Raina, who had been listening quietly, asked the two of them.
Kevenriak had been worried about that rumor reaching Raina’s ears. He was about to reassure her with different words.
“So you used a surrogate mother to bear your child.”
Aggrad’s mouth moved first.
“A surrogate mother?”
“….”
Raina finally spoke the word aloud, her voice bewildered. Kevenriak buried his face in one hand, then swept back his bangs. His smooth forehead and sharp nose ridge became clearly visible.
Sigh.
A quiet sigh escaped from his parted crimson lips.
Though he was stressed enough for it to be serious, outwardly it appeared as nothing more than the languid sigh of a beautiful man with a decadent air.
Aggrad asked Kevenriak with anticipation.
“Will you cook for me now? Can I stay here?”
“I refuse.”
“Why.”
It was a second refusal contrary to his expectations. Aggrad could bear it no longer.
“You haven’t apologized yet.”
“That blasted apology!”
“Apologize.”
“Why should I?”
A quarrel began between a man whose companion came before anyone else in the world and a hot-tempered dragon.
After more than ten minutes passed with no progress in their conversation, Raina decided to wait patiently.
It was when she sat down on a simple chair near the cradle.
“I’m ssorry.”
At the distinct sound, Raina Hart startled and scanned her surroundings. But the only figures visible were Kevenriak and the Red Dragon.
“….”
Was it a mistake? But the voice had been far too clear. An odd feeling washed over her, and when Raina waved her hand through the empty air, her eyes widened.
The silencing spell she had cast around the cradle had definitely vanished. Raina gasped in surprise and peered into the cradle.
“…Elbian?”
There was her son, his brows furrowed in clear displeasure, his expression petulant. Raina asked him in disbelief.
“Did you just speak…?”
“….”
There was no response.
It couldn’t be. Her son was only a month old.
“Apologize.”
The voice she had just heard pierced Raina’s ears as she turned to look around again.
Raina turned her head toward her son with an expression of disbelief.
His small lips, slightly protruding, moved.
“Apologize to Mother.”

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