For the Young Villain’s Happy Ending - Chapter 62

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Chapter 62

The VVIP room of the Daisy Detective Agency.

“Well, well.”

The Director greeted Tiernan Fargan while scratching at his shaggy hair that hung over his eyes.

“Our clerk made a mistake, I’m afraid. We failed to recognize such an esteemed guest.”

Tiernan Fargan regarded the Director in his rumpled formal attire.
His lanky appearance hardly inspired confidence, yet his words carried considerable weight.

“…Do you know who I am?”

At Tiernan Fargan’s question, the Director’s lips curled into a smile.

“Of course. You are the last of the Imperial Family from the fallen empire, are you not?”
“…!”

In a flash, Tiernan Fargan’s blade was drawn and leveled at the Director.
The Director raised both palms open before him.
Tiernan Fargan’s sharp green eyes remained fixed upon the Director in wariness.
Tiernan Fargan’s sharp green eyes regarded the Director with caution.

“Me? I’m the Director of the Daisy Detective Agency.”
“Don’t play games with me.”
“Hmm. What more can I tell you? In my line of work—dealing in information—shouldn’t I know who leads the Rebel Forces? Ah, but prospective customer.”
“Hmm. What more can I say? I make my living off information, so I should know at least who the leader of the Rebel Forces is, shouldn’t I? Ah, but prospective customer.”

The Director suddenly clapped his hands together with both palms open.

“…!”
“…!”

With a sharp clap, Tiernan Fargan’s sword flew upward and embedded itself in the ceiling.
Tiernan Fargan glanced at the ceiling and clicked his tongue, his gaze narrowing on the Director.
Had he wished, he could have wielded swordplay with nothing more than a fountain pen from the table.
The problem was that this Director seemed to harbor no hostility whatsoever.
As Tiernan Fargan hesitated, the Director seized the moment and began his pitch.

“Why not start with a consultation first? All consultations are conducted in the strictest confidence.”

Moments later.
An agreement had been reached between the two.
In Tiernan Fargan’s possession was a confidentiality agreement received from the Director.
A document stipulating that he would not disclose the contents of the consultation or his visit to this establishment.

“Then tell me this—how did you discover my identity? Has my face circulated through the information networks of detective agencies?”
“No, no. The truth is, I happened to see you standing in front of the shop, didn’t I? And the person who came with you—they’re an executive of the Rebel Forces, aren’t they? For such a figure to seem so hesitant… well, it’s rather obvious, isn’t it? Silver hair and green eyes are distinctive traits of the Tunterra Imperial Family, after all.”

What played the greatest role in reaching this agreement was Maverick Marquis’s accurate deduction.
He had earned the reputation of being a highly skilled detective agency, based on what his associates had told him.

But.
After the agreement, it was Maverick Marquis who seemed deflated.
Upon hearing Tiernan Fargan’s request, Maverick Marquis narrowed his eyes beneath his shaggy hair.
So much for all that effort pitching to a commoner.

“You’re saying Vivian Asperada, who is in the Imperial Palace, has been kidnapped by His Majesty the Emperor?”

Of all things, a request involving the Emperor himself.
That Vivian Asperada was in a state of kidnapping was equally unexpected.

‘She didn’t seem like that at all.’

For someone supposedly kidnapped, she moved about far too freely.
Under the current Emperor, such a sight would have been impossible.

‘What whim has possessed our Fourth Prince to keep that noblewoman?’

Maverick Marquis chuckled inwardly, as though he had caught hold of something to tease Kevenriak Heteroven about.
Yet still, accepting a request from a Tunterra Imperial Prince presented certain difficulties for him.
He had not yet settled the debt he owed to Raina Hart.

‘The contract remains in effect.’

Ordinarily, the contract should have been voided upon Raina Hart’s death.
But that meticulous Archmage had made a critical error when drafting the promissory note—she had included a successor clause.
Maverick, now powerless after losing the highest-grade mana stone, had no choice but to affix his seal despite knowing the implications.

Successor: Kevenriak Heteroven (Seal)

Upon Raina Hart’s death, the promissory note and contract should have teleported instantly to the Emperor.
Such magic had been woven into them.
The fact that the contract in Maverick’s possession remained intact, unshredded, was proof the agreement still held.
Yet strangely, Kevenriak, now the new master, had made no move to seek him out.

“Your Majesty, the Director of Daisy Detective Agency inquired about the promissory note….”
“….”

Out of desperation, Maverick Marquis had journeyed to the Imperial Palace to meet the Emperor himself.
But those cold blue eyes merely regarded him in silence.
All the years of knowing that face seemed meaningless now.
The Emperor, driven to madness, was far more terrifying than Raina Hart had ever been.

As a result, for two years, the unfortunate Director had lived in constant anxiety, unable to settle a single coin of the debt.
Surely they wouldn’t demand immediate repayment in full—or worse, payment with his life.

“What the prospective client wishes is for you to bring Vivian Asperada outside.”
“Precisely.”

Maverick stroked his chin thoughtfully.
He had summoned Tiernan Fargan out of curiosity about his purpose.
But commissions involving the Fourth Prince were something he preferred to avoid.

“I’m afraid not. Entering the Imperial Palace directly carries considerable risk, and as this is a Mage-Exclusive Information Broker, we typically only accept commissions from mages—”

He was attempting a polite refusal.
Then Tiernan produced a small box from his pocket and handed it to Maverick.
What emerged from within gleamed with brilliant radiance—diamonds.
Maverick’s eyes widened with barely contained interest.
Ten one-carat diamonds of superior quality.
Yet even this could not compare to the single highest-grade mana stone he owed.

“Your finances seem to be in excellent order. Still, as I was saying—”

Click.
Maverick’s head turned instinctively at the enchanting sound as he closed the box.
A small leather pouch held in Tiernan’s hand.
Diamonds cascading from the pouch as it was tossed onto the table with a crystalline shimmer.
Not gold coins. Such an abundance of diamonds….
Tiernan smiled softly, noticing the wavering pupils within that shaggy head.

“Name your price.”
“That is….”

Maverick swallowed hard.
To casually offer such a fortune merely to extract a noblewoman from the Imperial Palace—such audacity.
Was this man truly a male lead plucked straight from the pages of a novel?

***

Raina Hart hastily retrieved the object that had tumbled from her spatial pouch.

“Phew….”

A relieved sigh escaped as she confirmed it remained pristine and unmarred.
A cube engraved with a date, within it a dancing flame.
It was Kevenriak’s very first successful fire spell, sealed away within.

“I should have been more careful when shaking it out.”

Raina Hart murmured while clutching the cube in her palm.
Even now, her heart raced at the thought of it.
The cube was one of her treasured Kevenriak ‘first’ collection pieces, after all.

“The spatial pouch’s misaligned enchantment must have connected to that compartment.”

Though the spatial pouch was vast, it maintained its own internal divisions.
Raina Hart had organized separate compartments by category, and it seemed the exit to the section where Keri’s collection was stored had been damaged.
When she placed the cube back into the pouch, it stored without issue.
The insertion function worked perfectly; only the retrieval mechanism appeared compromised.

“….”

I pondered for a moment before moving to the bed and sitting down.
Then I turned the pocket opening downward and began to shake out its contents.
The objects I had collected over time tumbled onto the soft quilted blanket.
Cubes imbued with elemental magic, bundles of white wildflowers that had been gathered in baskets from the Separate Palace, crudely carved wooden figurines….
Then a single sheet of paper fluttered down.

“This is….”

My first successfully completed commission.
It was from when Kevenriak, at twelve years old, had single-handedly cleared out a Lizardman habitat.

‘Back then, I hadn’t even reached the Fourth Circle and was so anxious, yet now I’m already at the Seventh Circle.’

As I gazed at the commission with wistful eyes, a conversation suddenly surfaced in my mind.

“It’s like a chain letter. Reading it brings terrible misfortune.”
“A chain letter? What’s that?”
“Well, if you’re curious, I’ll send you one through Keri later.”

I held the commission thoughtfully, lost in contemplation.
Perhaps this could be my first attempt to bring my disciple back to his senses.

***

That day. Late afternoon.
Kevenriak was in his quarters within the Emperor’s Palace.
Though the sun had set, every window was draped with curtains.
Even moonlight was not permitted to enter this room.
This was a prison for an unforgivable beast. I had no right to see light.

Master, I am.

I collapsed onto the floor.
As my back pressed against the wall, the darkness finally consumed me.
The voices came rushing at me as though they had been waiting.

‘You’re a monster.’
‘Who told you to pine for your master without knowing your place?’
‘Your selfish heart killed Raina Hart.’

Kevenriak sat in silence within the darkness, listening to the accusations.
Then a thought surfaced—something he wished to tell Raina Hart.

‘Raina Hart, I took on a disciple today.’

A madman with a disciple.
The Emperor’s shoulders trembled as a hollow laugh escaped him, as though the notion were absurd.
An unsound noblewoman.
Those of sound mind would never ask to become my disciple.

“I shall take you as my disciple.”

So I tested her.
When I felt the heartbeat of the noblewoman racing like my own once had.
Kevenriak’s lips curved into a satisfied smile.
I resolved not to let her slip away.
Vivian Asperada—it was you.

‘The monster who will kill me next.’

That final day, destined to arrive someday.
At last, she had appeared—the one who would drive a blade through my heart with exquisite pain.
In the darkness of my vision, the image of Vivian wielding a sword flickered before me.

“….”

Rustle.
Then, from far away, something slipped through the gap in the door.

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