For the Young Villain’s Happy Ending - Chapter 27

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Chapter 27

“A party? You mean that gathering where humans play and eat with some specific purpose in mind? Isn’t it far too quiet for something like that?”
“Not here—in another building. I’m planning to hold it with my disciples.”

Two hours earlier.
It was when Raina Hart teleported from the Checkpoint and returned to the Castle.
Before stepping out briefly to the Opposite Continent where the Imperial First Knights were stationed, Raina Hart had summoned the Butler in secret.

“Butler.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Prepare a simple party at the Orphanage without the Imperial Prince knowing.”
“A party, ma’am? What sort of party?”
“A promotion celebration party.”

Until now, to hide that Keri was a prodigy of the century, I hadn’t openly announced that he was a 3-Circle mage.
But now that the Empress had learned of this promotion, I would need to register him as a 4-Circle mage with the Mage Association as well.

‘This is the perfect chance to show off how talented my child is.’

I could already picture Kevenriak surrounded by people, receiving their congratulations.
A gathering to celebrate Keri’s growth—just imagining it felt wonderful. My lips curved upward in a subtle smile.
Zikhard’s mood had improved as well.
Raina Hart was throwing a party with her disciples, after all.

‘I’ve finally broken free from those vines. Now I’ll show those wretches just how magnificent I truly am.’

I’ll make this a party filled with screams of despair.
Zikhard chuckled darkly to himself.

“Oh, and one more thing.”
“Yes?”

At Raina Hart’s call, Zikhard asked innocently, as if he hadn’t just been harboring wicked thoughts.
Raina Hart issued a command to the Grimoire of Magic.

“From now on, no magic without my permission.”

***

“Master, Master.”
“Play ball with us this time!”
“No way. Master still needs to have more refreshments! Isn’t that right, Mother?”
“….”

At Disciple 7’s words, my mother-in-law Raina Hart nodded quietly.
Disciple 8, refusing to back down, grabbed my arm.

“We already played house earlier. Now hand Master over to us.”
“No!”

Disciple 7, equally stubborn, seized my other arm.

“After you finish your refreshments, we need to go shopping too. Mother, shall I pour you more tea?”
“….”
“You’re so greedy!”
“Hmph! Wait your turn!”

The voices of Disciple 8’s faction and Disciple 7’s faction grew louder and more shrill.
In the end, I was forced to make an unavoidable choice to preserve my eardrums.

“Enough of this.”

My disciples rose simultaneously toward the ceiling of the spacious playroom.
Familiar with their master’s magic, they began swimming through the air as if they’d never quarreled, delighted by the spectacle.
Watching this scene, I slowly rose to my feet.
I was wise to store the Grimoire of Magic in my pocket dimension. If it were here too, things would be even louder.

‘Now….’

I needed time alone.
I dragged my weary body toward the door.

“Master, are you returning to the Castle?”

Kin spoke to me.
Behind her sat a plate stacked with homemade cookies.
Unlike Kevenriak, Kin had triumphantly overcome the disastrous experience of her first baking attempt.
Now her skills had improved considerably, and she often baked snacks for the children.

‘The snack time is supposed to be the final part of the party.’

Normally, snacks weren’t given before bedtime, but I’d heard that today being a special day, each child would receive one.
That meant the party wasn’t over yet.

“I’ll just step outside for a moment to get some fresh air. The children will come down on their own if they want to.”

I patted Kin’s crimson hair and stepped outside.
In the Orphanage’s playground, now shrouded in darkness, a visitor had arrived before me.

“Keri.”

At my call, Kevenriak, who had been on the swing, turned his head.
His blue eyes crinkled with a smile.

“Master.”

Kevenriak disliked crowded places just as much as I did.
Rather than asking why the protagonist had abandoned her post, I sat on the swing beside him.
The swing had been made for older children, so it didn’t feel small even with me sitting on it.

“How long have you been out here?”
“Since you said ‘little ones,’ Master.”
“Ah.”

I let out a short exclamation and answered with a smile.
The role of playing house, where I’d devoted myself entirely to my disciples, still left me drained—merely mentioning it sapped my energy.
As my gaze shifted forward, the view Kevenriak had been watching came into focus.
A modest Castle perched on a hill.
It was the home where Kevenriak, Kin, and I, along with other servants, resided.
So he’d been sitting here watching it.

“The Castle looks beautiful from here.”
“Yes. The stars are visible too.”

Kevenriak lifted his gaze upward. Stars scattered across the darkened night sky, twinkling here and there.
My disciple’s profile, quietly gazing at the heavens. His blue eyes sparkled as they beheld the stars. I asked Kevenriak a question.

“Keri, would you like to take a night walk after all this time?”
“…Yes, I would.”

How unusual for him to agree so readily. I’d timed my question well, catching him when he seemed interested. Life truly is all about timing.
Since there was still time before snack hour began, I teleported with Kevenriak.
In an instant, the moon swelled larger, and the illuminated Orphanage receded into the distance.
The two of us sat side by side within a transparent protective barrier, gazing at the stars.
There was no conversation, yet the silence felt familiar and comfortable.
I asked Kevenriak a question.

“Why do you like Hibei so much, Keri?”
“Because my Master is here.”

My heart nearly leaped at my disciple’s answer.
I held back the corners of my mouth that threatened to rise, and asked again.

“Even though it’s rural? Things here are always the same. Change comes so slowly.”

There was certainly a stark difference from how he’d appeared when I first saw him—crumbling and broken.
After regaining his original form, life in Hibei flowed with unwavering constancy.
The same people I saw every day, the same yearly cycle turning with the agricultural schedule.
For someone like Kevenriak—in his prime growth years, with boundless potential and already exceptional abilities—it might feel tedious.

‘Have I been too complacent in his education? Should I arrange for him to study abroad?’

I pondered this.
My reason for staying in Hibei was to minimize my involvement with the original story.
If we moved to an entirely different country, couldn’t Kevenriak live the life he wanted without such worries?
As long as he didn’t become a tyrant, I was willing to do anything for him.

“If you wish it, Keri, we could venture to a much larger world.”
“…Will my Master be there with me in that world?”

Kevenriak looked at me.
I paused in thought, then nodded.
Kevenriak’s brightened face hardened at my next words.

“We won’t always be able to stay together like this, though.”
“Why not?”

A flood of anxieties rushed in behind those two syllables.
Why can’t I always be with Master?
Is it because I’m a monster?
Has Master discovered that I’m a monster? Has Raina found out?
Is that why we can’t stay together? Because I’m a powerless monster who can’t even protect Raina.

“Well, it’s difficult to answer right now. When that time comes, I think I’ll have to ask Keri why he wants to leave his master.”
“I don’t understand what you mean, Master.”

Raina patted Kevenriak’s head as she spoke.

“I mean that when Keri reaches an age where he no longer needs a guardian, he’ll probably want to leave my side first.”
“That will never happen.”

Though his expression barely changed, the slight pout at the corner of his lips spoke for Kevenriak’s emotions.

“We’ll see.”

Raina found her disciple endearing and laughed.
She had a feeling that within a few years, she’d be telling him to stop following her around.
Then he’d want to live alone and become independent, and someday he’d bring someone he wanted to marry.

‘I’ll definitely cry then.’

My child finding someone he loves and getting married.
But I can’t let tears show for the sake of my dignity as a master.
I should find a spell that prevents crying.

“…Do you like Hibei, Master?”
“Yes.”

But her disciple, perhaps still unfamiliar with such topics, seemed to have decided to change the subject.
Raina readily responded to the shift in conversation.

“This old master has grown weary.”
“You haven’t aged at all, Master.”

Whenever Raina Hart said something that sounded like an old soul’s wisdom, Kevenriak would eagerly correct her.
My child has such thoughtfulness.
But what good is hearing “you’re not old” from a twelve-year-old?

“…I may be young, but I dislike change. I prefer places like Hibei—where everything remains constant.”
“You dislike change? Why?”

Curious to understand his master’s thoughts, Kevenriak perked up his ears and asked.
Raina gazed at the stars as she spoke.

“Change transforms so many things.”

Ten years remained until the original story would begin.
The objective was…

“Keri.”
“Yes?”
“You must find happiness. Absolutely.”

A happy ending for our villain.

***

But before that.

“Master, are you truly going down there?”
“Of course.”

At Raina Hart’s words, Zikhard let out a startled cry.

“There’s something like that in the Lindraham Mine?!”

Once you’ve tasted sudden wealth.

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