For the Young Villain’s Happy Ending - Chapter 35

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Chapter 35

What master would begrudge their disciple a new experience?
Raina Hart plunged into the golden tide of the Night Market Festival alongside her disciple.
And then.

“Keri! Let me win that prize for you. Trust your master, won’t you?”
“How about this? A cat figurine that looks just like Keri.”
“Wow, that lighting isn’t magic?”

She was more than a little excited.
Raina rolled up her sleeves and threw herself into creating memories with her disciple.
So many memories accumulated that without her spatial pouch, her hands would have been full with game prizes and souvenirs.
Kevenriak Heteroven enjoyed the Night Market Festival too. More precisely, he enjoyed being here with his master.

‘This is the first time I’ve seen her so delighted despite the crowds.’

Even amidst the throng of people she usually detested, a faint smile never left Kevenriak Heteroven’s lips as he walked beside his master.

“Oh, there’s the meat skewer Keri loves…!”

It was the moment Raina Hart pointed toward a nearby vendor stall. A careless passerby bumped into her, and she stumbled, losing her balance.
Kevenriak Heteroven caught her waist and pulled her into his embrace.
The beast’s azure eyes gazed at the passerby as he held his master.
Kevenriak Heteroven opened his mouth quietly, his gaze fixed upon the frightened stranger.

“…Be careful.”
“I-I’m so sorry!”

A menacing, low voice she’d never heard before.
Raina Hart flinched for a moment, but.

“It’s dangerous.”

I corrected what I’d heard at the sound of that familiar voice whispering tenderly near my ear.
I must have misheard.
My disciple’s voice had seemed sharp, likely because it was mixed with the surrounding noise.
Then I became aware of the waist Kevenriak Heteroven held, and the firm chest before my eyes.
My disciple was as usual, yet his large hands and masculine physique felt strangely unfamiliar.
Perhaps it was embarrassing to be protected by my own disciple.

“Would you like some meat skewers? Keri?”

Raina Hart awkwardly slipped from Kevenriak Heteroven’s embrace and walked toward the vendor stall ahead.
Kevenriak Heteroven gazed at his empty hands for a moment, then followed after Raina Hart.
Just moments ago, the subtle fragrance he’d caught when holding his master in his arms had calmed his turbulent emotions.

‘Don’t let her go, Kevenriak Heteroven.’

No, I won’t listen to you anymore. Raina Hart is by my side now.

“Hello there.”

Raina Hart stood before the vendor stall and placed an order for skewers.
The merchant with a refreshingly straightforward impression looked at the two customers before him and spoke.

“Just a moment, pretty miss. Did you come to see the festival with your handsome older brother? What a lovely pair of siblings—you two get along so well!”

It was meant as a compliment, but for Raina Hart, it was the second insult she’d heard today.

‘Younger sister again.’

Regardless of what Maverick Marquis had said, I should research magic to make myself appear older.
I need to reclaim my dignity as a master.
As if voicing Raina Hart’s sentiments, Kevenriak Heteroven spoke to the merchant.

“She is not my younger sister.”

At those words, the merchant looked between the two of them alternately, then burst into a hearty laugh as if understanding.

“Oh, is that so? My apologies then. I called such a perfectly matched couple siblings. As an apology, I’ll throw in a dessert for free!”
“We’re not lovers ei—”
“Thank you.”

Kevenriak accepted the skewers the merchant had wrapped for him.
My disciple, speaking in such a gentle voice and even smiling—when did this happen?
Raina’s eyes widened as she watched Kevenriak.

‘When did my Keri start engaging in social interactions like this…!’

Moved by emotion, I stepped away from the food stall and walked down the street.
It was a quiet side path where the lights from nearby mansions appeared sporadically.
Kevenriak, unwrapping his package beside me, called out to me.

“Master.”
“Yes?”
“Having a lover seems to be a good thing.”

Raina turned her head toward Kevenriak.
My disciple’s face remained serene as he retrieved a dessert from the paper bag.

“We even got a bonus. It’s jelly. Would you like some?”

At my nod, Kevenriak placed the jelly into my mouth.
Tasting the sweet and tangy flavor of the mandarin jam inside, I found myself engulfed in bewilderment.
What is this? Why is my child so excited?

“Keri, are you… happy?”
“Yes.”

It was a simple affirmation, yet Raina’s expression suggested she had heard something almost unbelievable.

‘This is the first time.’

It was the first time my disciple had directly expressed such an emotion of excitement.
A stinging sensation at the bridge of my nose.

“Keri, when did—”
“Master.”

Kevenriak cut off Raina’s words, as if anticipating that I would shed tears witnessing his growth once more.
Eyes of pale blue light clearly reflected Raina, who resembled a violet.

“I am no longer the Fourth Prince who didn’t even know the name of my own emotions.”

It was a face I had never seen before.
Raina Hart gazed up at him quietly.
Rather than round, his features held many sharp angles, yet his crimson lips curved into a gentle smile.
I loved that soft curve of his lips most of all on my handsome disciple’s face.
Whenever he smiled with those lips, I felt happiness bloom within me as well.
Kevenriak Heteroven’s gentle smile moved once more.

“Do I still appear to you as a child you must protect?”

Behind Kevenriak Heteroven, a night sky shrouded in clouds stretched out.
The one I once thought suited only by glittering stars had grown into a man who now belonged beneath the quiet moon.

“Yes.”

It was inevitable.
The original Kevenriak Heteroven’s tyrant awakening arc had not yet begun, nor had the original story itself.

[Do not forgive.]

‘I bear the responsibility of making you happy back then.’

That is why I twisted the original story.
For your happy ending.

“I must protect Keri.”
“…I see.”

Kevenriak Heteroven nodded.
Always the same answer. I had anticipated it this time as well, yet my master’s response hurt more than before.
I did not wish to become a child who needed protecting.

“Keri.”

My disciple’s forced smile appeared bitter to me.
Did he believe he had failed to earn my recognition?
Raina Hart whispered something secret to Kevenriak Heteroven.

“Should I share the great secret my master holds with only Keri?”

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“I have dragon’s blood mixed in me.”

For the first time, I revealed Raina Hart’s secret to another person.
I thought I had divulged a shocking secret.

“That explains your strength.”

Kevenriak responded with remarkable composure, like a diligent student comprehending the solution to a problem they hadn’t understood before.

‘What on earth would make my dear Keri happy?’

I tilted my head back against the garden bench.
My long lavender hair cascaded downward.

“Master!”

A frivolous voice interrupted my contemplation.
I watched Zikhard fluttering his cover as he flew down from the second-floor corridor window.
He’d opened his dimensional pocket without permission again, it seemed.

“I think I’ve figured it out!”
“Figured out what.”

Ever since learning I was an 8-Circle mage, the Grimoire of Magic had become remarkably docile, as if reborn.

“This year is the year you’ll become the master of the Betuzhenia Empire!”

Yet he still spouted such nonsense occasionally.
I attempted to cast a Silence spell on the Grimoire of Magic.

“Wait, just a moment! This time it’s really true!”

Zikhard fluttered his bookmark frantically.

“Didn’t the Director of the Daisy Detective Agency just visit?”
“Maverick Marquis? He did arrive and leave via teleportation.”

As the Director of the Mage-Exclusive Information Broker, he was naturally a Fourth Circle mage.
When serving as Director, he’d visit Hibei via teleportation, but as Maverick Marquis, he’d arrive by carriage.

“Why not just teleport everywhere then? Why go through all that trouble?”
“Maverick Marquis fundamentally travels by carriage. One must maintain consistency with the established character.”

An incomprehensible human, truly.
Zikhard resumed his chatter as I shook my head.

“The information on Maverick Marquis shows ‘Imperial Succession Candidate’! His family carries imperial bloodline!”
“An Imperial Succession Candidate?”

Zikhard’s tongue flicked across his lips as he watched me pause at his words.

“Doesn’t that mean the Emperor is gravely ill?”

Deyel Maverick
Age: 31
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Occupation: Appraiser (S-Rank), Mage (Fourth Circle)
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Notes: Head of House Maverick, Director of Daisy Detective Agency
※ Imperial Succession Candidate (Rank 15)

Perhaps I’d been yearning to escape my spatial pocket and breathe fresh air.
Beyond the locked window lay the Garden, where a lanky, unkempt figure stood. When I examined him, this information surfaced before my eyes.
Zikhard shrieked with excitement, darting from the room to search through the unlocked windows.
Of course, he didn’t forget to continue searching for information on the other Imperial Succession Candidates.

Kevenriak Heteroven
Age: 20
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Occupation: Mage (6th Circle)
Specialties: Magic (S), Swordsmanship (S), Observation (A), Endurance (S), Speed Reading (S)
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Remarks: Disciple of Raina Hart, Fourth Prince of the Betuzhenia Empire
※ Imperial Successor Candidate (Rank 3)

‘Interesting. Kevenriak is ranked third. Did one of the princes die?’

But what use was a ranking established by humans?
Zikhard chuckled softly.

“With your strength, Master, the throne is yours!”
“….”

I lifted my lowered head and snapped my fingers. My magic opened the room’s window, and a spatial pouch flew toward me.
Inside the pouch was the glass orb I had received from the Emperor not long ago through Maverick.

‘The Emperor dies in winter.’

It was still spring. And Keri was in Hibei.
Then why.

“Master, aren’t you cold?”

I turned my head quickly at my disciple’s voice.
Kevenriak, who had been speaking brightly, stiffened when he saw my face.

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