For the Young Villain’s Happy Ending - Chapter 8

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Chapter 8

“Are we heading all the way to the Gorge?”
“Yes. As ordered.”

Two figures clad in black infiltration garb raced through the darkness.
One of them carried a sack slung across his shoulder—large enough to contain a small child.

‘The Fourth Prince’s fate is truly twisted.’

The Spy recalled the child sleeping soundly within the sack across his shoulder.

Kevenriak Heteroven.
Born of a lowborn mother, he had become Raina Hart’s disciple.
This had incurred the Empress’s displeasure.
How could she tolerate such an ignorant creature—one who didn’t know his place—possibly aspiring to the First Prince’s position?
No, a worm like him could never grow to such heights. Yet she could not abide him mimicking a human being.

“Kill him. Without anyone knowing.”

The Empress had planted her forces within the knight order departing for Hibei.
She had given them a potent sedative—colorless and odorless.
The Empress’s agents mixed this sedative into the soup consumed by Raina Hart’s company.
Thus, all who unknowingly consumed it fell into deep slumber.

“Set fire to the tents. The knights are to be slaughtered, she said.”

It was meant to appear as the work of bandits.

“Should we also take the life of Baroness Hart?”
“Leave the Baroness out of it.”

If Raina Hart died, the Emperor would investigate personally.
Until the deed was done, Raina Hart had to remain in profound slumber.
They took Kevenriak from beside the sleeping Raina, and kindled a strong sleep-inducing incense within her tent.
Judging by the fact that no one came pursuing them.

“It appears we’ve succeeded.”
“Don’t let your guard down yet.”

If I kill the Fourth Prince as planned and toss his corpse into the Gorge, the mission ends.

‘A life worse than never being born at all.’

The Spy thought this, a sack slung across his shoulder.
As one of the Empress’s men, he frequented the Imperial Palace.
In doing so, he’d caught glimpses of the Fourth Prince several times.
A filthy beast. A wild animal abandoned in a cage no one visited.
A wretched child he couldn’t bear to approach, fearing parasites crawling beneath its skin might soil his hands.
And Raina Hart had picked up such a thing.
Honestly, seeing how it had been groomed, I thought it was a completely different child.
One who had inherited the beautiful features of the deceased Second Empress Consort without flaw.

‘The moment it became human, it followed its mother’s path.’

The Spy mourned the child’s death in advance.
Perhaps this life ending now was a mercy for the child.
The Empress never released anything that had once displeased her until she saw it through to the end.
Clouds cradling the moon drifted across the night sky.
Beneath them, a pitch-black Gorge with no visible bottom appeared.

“We’ve arrived. Here—”

Crash!
A massive boulder plummeted before them as they stood near the Gorge.

“What is this—!”
“Move out of the way!”

The two Spies immediately changed direction.
But.

Bang, crash, rumble!

The rocks flew and embedded themselves in the ground faster than they could react.
Boulders easily four meters tall surrounded them on all sides, cutting off their escape route.
Only one person could unfold such magic in an instant.

‘That sleeping scent is used to put down massive beasts…!’

Unbelievable as it was, she had awakened.
Raina Hart.

“Listen here.”

The assassins lifted their heads at the voice from above.
An eighteen-year-old mage sat atop the rocks that imprisoned them like a cage, her serene silver eyes gazing down at them.
For a moment, their attention was drawn to her long lavender hair scattered across the moonlight,
before Raina opened her mouth.

“The one in the sack—is that my child?”

At the barely restrained fury in her voice, the assassins swallowed hard.

***

Ten minutes earlier.
The campsite engulfed in a sea of flames.

The assassins had laced the soup with sedatives.

Before Raina’s eyes as she searched for Kevenriak Heteroven, a translucent window materialized.
It appeared to display the contents of a novel, but this situation was something that never occurred in the original story.
Yet Raina had no time to question it.

‘Assassins.’

A force acting under someone’s orders had deliberately put people to sleep and kidnapped Kevenriak Heteroven.
Then the window’s contents shifted.

They had found the deepest, highest gorge. So no one would ever find the child’s body. So he would spend eternity alone within it.

‘A corpse?’

My mind turned cold.
Even as I reasoned that Kevenriak Heteroven wouldn’t die since he wasn’t a mere extra character, anxiety crept up my spine regardless.
I lifted my head and surveyed the surroundings. A towering gorge. Not far off, I spotted a cliff edge that matched the narrator’s description.

“Water.”

I unleashed a spell to douse the raging inferno with water, then instantly teleported to that location.
As I ascended the tall tree, I spotted two figures clad in black racing toward me.

There they are.

I sealed off their escape route entirely with boulders.
I turned to the assassins before me, my voice tinged with feigned alarm.

“Is he one of ours?”
A strangled gasp.

Beside the assassin carrying the bundle, the other one spewed blood from his mouth.
Judging the mission a failure, he had bitten down on the poison hidden in his molars and taken his own life.

This mission is over.

The assassin with the bundle tried to shatter his own molars as well. But then—

“…!”

His entire body froze.
Every muscle, his jaw, his tongue, even the blinking of his eyes—nothing obeyed his will.
It felt as though countless invisible hands had burrowed into his body, gripping him down to the cellular level.

Is such a thing even possible?!

Raina Hart’s magic.
The horrified assassin then felt those hands rifling through his mind.

Aaaahhhhh!

The agony was unbearable, yet even the luxury of crying out in pain was denied to me.
Unable to scream, the Assassin could only produce strangled, gasping sounds—gack, gack—before consciousness fled and I crumpled forward.
Raina Hart caught the sack I’d suspended in midair and gazed at the window hovering before my eyes.

The Assassins’ master was the Empress.

‘Why didn’t you speak faster?’

I’d wasted magic for nothing.

***

The Empress’s Palace of the Betuzhenia Empire.
Tratscha Heteroven—mother of the First Prince and Empress herself.
She stood beside the First Empress Consort with whom she’d been conversing, both regarding the woman in the center of the chamber with ashen faces.
An eighteen-year-old Grand Mage, still bearing the softness of youth.

“Raina… Hart.”

She had materialized before them through instantaneous teleportation.
The guards surrounding the chamber rushed toward Raina Hart, but—

“Ugh…”

Her magic bound their bodies helplessly.
Raina Hart hurled the man she’d brought along—whether dead or alive, unclear—to the floor and questioned the Empress.

“Did Your Majesty send them?”

Eyes lowered in shadow turned toward me. The Empress, Tratscha, denied it.

“I know nothing of them.”
“I see.”
“Countess Hart! Show proper respect! You stand before Her Majesty the Empress!”

The First Empress Consort beside her shrieked at Raina Hart.
Rather than respond, Raina Hart raised her hand.

“Magic—!”

A startled sound escaped the Empress Consort’s lips, but no further words followed.
The Spy, still clinging to life, was lifted into the air.
The terrified Empress and Empress Consort. The knights, frozen and powerless.
In the silent chamber, Raina Hart chanted a spell.
The Spy’s voice trembled as he spoke.

“We were ordered… to kill the Fourth Prince Your Highness… by… Her Majesty the Empress—.”
“No!!”

The Empress, Truttsa, cried out.

“Marquess Hart! It was not I! This is a frame-up!”

Her hands trembled violently as they gripped the armrests of her chair.
She was terrified. In this moment, nothing could protect her life from Raina Hart standing before her.
Not the Empress’s authority, nor the imperial family’s military might.
Humiliating as it was, she had to beg this young sorceress to believe in her innocence.
First, she had to survive this moment—only then could she reclaim what was hers.

“….”

Raina Hart regarded the Empress as she cried out desperately.

‘How pathetic.’

These were the royals she was dealing with.
What made them think they could dismiss and degrade that child so thoroughly?
Raina Hart bit the inside of her lip. Kevenriak Heteroven had left the Imperial Palace without receiving a single apology from those who had tormented him.

‘And now they send assassins to kill the boy?’

If not for my resolve to no longer interfere with the original plot.
I could have become the monster that devours the Imperial Palace—not Kevenriak Heteroven.
Raina Hart walked toward the Empress, who still insisted on her innocence.
At her approaching figure, the Empress and First Empress Consort trembled like aspen leaves.

“Why would I try to kill the Fourth Prince, who is like a son to me!”
“That’s right, Her Majesty the Empress speaks the truth. This is surely a conspiracy…!”

Would the day ever come when Kevenriak received a sincere apology from them?
Raina Hart looked down at them, her voice calm and measured.

“I believe you.”

Raina Hart had no intention of killing them.
The Empress and the Empress Consort relaxed—until they glimpsed those cold, silver eyes and held their breath.

“So whatever happens from now on, neither of you must be behind it.”

A warning not to touch the Fourth Prince.

“Unless you wish for me to visit again.”

With those words left behind, Raina Hart vanished into the shadows.

***

Kevenriak’s eyes fluttered open in the morning sunlight.
Blue eyes surveyed the surroundings—a cozy bed in an unfamiliar place.

“Your Highness…?”
“Raina!”

Fumbling hands grasped Kevenriak’s shoulders and pulled him down.
Trapped beneath Raina Hart’s arm, Kevenriak turned to her with a question.

“You’re awake? Where are we?”
“I’m still asleep, and we’re in Hibei.”

Raina Hart’s eyelids remained firmly shut, determined not to open.
She patted his back, as if trying to lull him back to sleep.

“Sleep more.”

Last night had been long.
Exhausted, Raina Hart pulled the blanket up to her neck.

‘There’s nothing quite like lying in bed, is there.’

Within such bedding.
Kevenriak Heteroven nestled into Raina Hart’s embrace as she yawned, his eyes closed in a gentle smile.

‘I love you so much, Raina.’

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