For the Young Villain’s Happy Ending - Chapter 63

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Chapter 63

“….”

Kevenriak flicked his hand.
An object suspended in the air by magic fell into his grasp.
It was an ordinary envelope containing a letter. The opening remained unsealed.
Given the lack of security measures, it hadn’t been sent by Raina Hart’s other disciples.
This wasn’t information about that dark mage.

…Useless, then.

“Nothing important.”

My master would have burned such letters away with magic in times like this.
Whoosh.
Flames erupted across Kevenriak’s palm.
The instant he brought the letter’s edge toward the fire—

“…!”

Kevenriak hastily extinguished the flames.

「To my dearest Kevenriak」

The words on the envelope, illuminated by the firelight.
Why… why this?

Bang!
The door was thrust open with a violent crash.
Kevenriak burst out into the long corridor, his eyes darting urgently in all directions.
The corridor, where the Emperor had commanded that no one linger, lay silent.

“….”

For a moment, confusion flickered across his blue eyes as focus returned.
Standing in the Corridor, he stared at the envelope clutched in his hand.
His trembling fingers kept slipping.
After several attempts, he managed to extract and open the letter inside.

“This missive originated in Loctem as the first of its kind
…(omitted)…
Send identical letters to seven people over seven days, and fortune shall overflow into your life.”

The absurd content of the letter mattered little.

Raina Hart.
My teacher’s handwriting.

Who on earth—
Kevenriak began sprinting through the Imperial Palace Corridor.
She seemed to have already left the Corridor, but I could still catch her.
A place I needed to visit briefly crossed my mind, but I feared losing the one who had vanished in the meantime.
I had to find whoever gave me this letter.
My heart thundered. I heightened every sense, scanning my surroundings.

“Raina Hart… Raina Hart…!”

A desperate cry searching for my teacher echoed through the empty Emperor’s Palace.
The servants who heard that sound rushed into vacant rooms nearby and trembled in hiding.
The Emperor’s madness had begun.
Yet Kevenriak’s mind was clearer than anyone’s at this moment.

“Your Majesty, the Countess Hart left a will in my name before her passing.”

It differed from what the liars had brought to me, claiming it was Raina Hart’s suicide note.
Every minute detail of the handwriting matched exactly what I remembered.
I grew frantic in the empty Corridor where no one appeared.
Teacher, if it were you—

“Please. Just once before you leave, appear before me….”

Kevenriak halted abruptly after running through every corridor of the Emperor’s Palace, his gaze fixed ahead.
Unlike the other doors that had remained firmly sealed until now, this one stood slightly ajar, light spilling through the gap.
Kevenriak walked toward it, his steps mingling urgency with hesitation.
To those unaware of the turmoil beneath, it appeared as measured, deliberate movement.

‘Raina Hart.’

Kevenriak grasped the handle with trembling fingers.
The metal was cold against his skin.
As he pulled the door open, the interior of the room came into view.

‘Ah.’

The vibrant blue eyes that had once gleamed with vitality dimmed.
A woman stood with the window thrown wide open, gazing up at the star-filled night sky.
She possessed brown hair—not the pale violet locks he had never forgotten.

“…?”

At the sound of footsteps, Raina Hart in Vivian’s form turned around.
Upon seeing Kevenriak standing outside the door, her expression shifted to one of surprise.

“Your Majesty? How did you come to be here….”
“….”

A soft sound escaped.
Tears streamed down from Kevenriak’s eyes, which had grown hollow.

***

The oath Kevenriak had sworn applied only to information where Raina Hart was the subject.
The Emperor’s name that Raina called, Hibei where Raina had dwelled, the disciples Raina had taken—such things.

‘An oath prevents conscious, intentional actions. It doesn’t apply to things like handwriting.’

The letter of fortune was likewise exempt from the oath’s constraints.
Because it was not ‘a letter of fortune created by Raina Hart.’
And so Raina Hart intended to exploit that loophole.

A moment ago.
I slipped the letter through the gap in the Emperor’s door.
I worried he might catch me, but fortunately, Kevenriak didn’t emerge from his room until I had left the corridor and descended to the lower floor.

‘This letter is my first attempt, so I can’t afford to be discovered clumsily.’

Raina Hart is still alive.
I intended to convey this truth in this manner.
So that my voice could gradually reach him, even in his madness.
Yet I never wanted to see Kevenriak grieve like this.

“Your Majesty, Your Majesty. What’s wrong?”

I was startled by the tears silently streaming down Kevenriak’s face.
Had I ever seen him cry?
Not once in fourteen years—no, twelve years.

“What is the matter….”

I hurried forward to wipe away my master’s tears.
Even as I did, my mind churned with confusion.
Could he have recognized that I am Raina?
Is that why he came to this room?

‘No. Keri doesn’t have enough information to connect me with Vivian Asperada.’

Yet a desperate hope surged within me nonetheless.
With each step closer, my anticipation grew.
Do you—do you recognize me?

[Your Majesty, do you know who I am?]
“…!”

A voice I had no memory of echoed in my mind.
The distorted sound was incomprehensible—I couldn’t even discern whose voice it was.
A sudden headache struck, and I lowered my head briefly before looking forward again.
Kevenriak had vanished from my sight.

“Keri?”

Left alone, I called out the pet name of my missing disciple.
I searched the room, then stepped into the Corridor, but found no trace.
It seemed he had relocated entirely through instantaneous teleportation.

“Where could he have gone….”

After witnessing those tears streaming down his face, I couldn’t help but worry.
I stood before the door, my gaze lingering on the empty Corridor for a long moment before I let go of my attachment.
Even if I kept looking, Kevenriak wouldn’t return.
For now, I should go back inside the room….

“Princess.”
“Wh-what?!”

I startled violently at the low whisper that came from directly behind me.
It was Kevenriak.

‘How long has he been standing there…?!’

No matter how unfamiliar Vivian Asperada’s body was with combat,
I shouldn’t have failed to sense his presence standing so close behind me.
My stumbling feet tangled, and my body began to topple backward.
Kevenriak caught me around the waist with one arm.
I felt the Emperor’s firm torso against my back—as though he were embracing me from behind.

“Your Majesty…?!”

I called out to him in confusion.
His embrace, which I hadn’t felt in so long, was both familiar and strange.
The Emperor spoke again.

“Princess.”

His voice, hoarse from desperately searching for his teacher, was rougher than it had been before.

Vivian Asperada.
When will you be able to kill me?

Kevenriak, who had once again lost himself, rested his face atop Vivian’s head.
Though mad, his senses remained sharp enough to detect the tension mingling with the princess’s breath—more pronounced than before.
Then he murmured with melancholy.

“It seems my master’s ghost haunts the Imperial Palace.”
“….”

Raina’s heart lurched.
Of course. Though I had orchestrated this situation myself, witnessing such a pitiful sight was unbearable.

‘Keri, I’m sorry.’

Raina placed her hand atop Kevenriak’s, which encircled her waist, then immediately regretted it.
The unconscious gesture connected to words Person had spoken that very morning.

“His Majesty the Emperor finds the touch of another’s hand upon his person quite disagreeable.”

Person had offered the warning as a precaution.
Raina quietly withdrew her hand, her heart trembling with anxiety over Kevenriak’s reaction.

“….”

Yet the Emperor remained silent, his thoughts inscrutable.
Perhaps he had opened his heart somewhat to Vivian, now his disciple.
His remark about the ghost just moments ago—
It might not have been mere soliloquy, but rather an invitation for Vivian to engage in conversation.
Raina posed a question to Kevenriak.

“Your Majesty, why do you believe a ghost haunts the Imperial Palace?”
“…Why would the princess concern herself with that.”

It seemed to be mere muttering after all.
Raina felt a twinge of disappointment at the Emperor’s cold voice emanating from above her head.
Becoming a disciple made even asking a single question difficult.

“Since you’ve now become my master, Your Majesty, I may be permitted curiosity.”
“…Ha.”

A laugh escaped Kevenriak’s lips.
He had offered to take her as his disciple, but he hadn’t expected the princess to bring up that relationship first and speak to him so intimately.
Kevenriak grasped the princess’s hand, which had just touched him before pulling away.

“Why… why are you doing this?”
“…”

Her hand was soft.
Like someone who had never wielded a sword, it was merely delicate and tender.
How could I ever kill her with hands like these?

“Shall we have a lesson?”

Raina Hart glanced toward the corridor window at Kevenriak’s sudden words.
The night was dark.
For those who rose early, this was the time to prepare for sleep.
Was he suggesting sword training at this hour? It was quite exhausting—no, rather troublesome.

“…Tomorrow?”

Hoping against hope, she ventured a more reasonable time.
But the Emperor’s atmosphere felt ominous.
Raina Hart twisted her body slightly, wanting to create some distance between them.

“No.”

Kevenriak released Raina Hart from his embrace without resistance.
Only then, as she turned around, did the Emperor’s figure enter her field of vision.

“Now.”

He speaks such madness with such a beautiful face.
Kevenriak seized Raina Hart’s hand and instantly teleported.

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