For the Young Villain’s Happy Ending - Chapter 88

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Chapter 88

Dealing with the bandits proved far easier than I had anticipated.
When Tiernan Fargan contacted someone through a communication device, a unit of private soldiers accompanied by mages appeared.
They were Rebel Forces.
They marveled at the corpses of the bandits Tiernan Fargan had dispatched and the bound ones.
A task that should have required an entire unit—accomplished by merely two people.

“This is fortunate. We were actually considering a sweep operation since the surrounding villages have suffered considerable damage.”

The Rebel Officer’s gaze, which had been surveying the area, fell upon the woman wrapped in a blanket.
She possessed a delicate frame. Aside from being a rare beauty, there was the matter of her prowess—subduing rough bandits with such a slender build.
By appearance alone, she resembled nobility from somewhere.

‘Could she be nobility from the Betuzhenia Empire…’

The officer’s eyes narrowed.
Though I couldn’t fathom why she traveled alongside their king—the Imperial Prince Tiernan Fargan—if she were Betuzhenia nobility, she would be among their targets of concern.

“Handle that one with the injured arm specially.”
“Understood.”

At Tiernan Fargan’s command, the officer’s gaze shifted to the bandit.
It was the one who had been making a fuss about dragging Vivian Asperada out of the carriage.
The bandit, receiving the scrutiny of both their gazes, looked around before realizing those eyes were fixed upon me, and his face twisted miserably.

“P-please… spare me…”
“Stay quiet and walk.”

Then, with a sharp sound as the blade touched his neck, he shuffled forward.
Watching this unfold, I clicked my tongue inwardly.
And here I thought—why would he lay hands on the Female Protagonist.

‘Perhaps it’s better to leave this for Vivian Asperada.’

Raina Hart gazed at the wooden sword in her hand.
While the Rebel Forces had been organizing the situation moments ago, Raina Hart had examined the wooden sword carefully.
I had a suspicion, and it was confirmed. Beneath the guard of the sword’s hilt, magical incantations were finely etched.

‘Keri…. Three types inscribed.’

It was an incantation that triggered randomly when struck with force.
Explosion. Severance. Lightning.
It seemed the explosion had detonated in succession moments ago.

‘All of them are terrifying.’

Judging by how it had shattered the boulder, the remaining two effects couldn’t be underestimated.
What kind of vermin was he trying to catch with this?
Raina Hart marveled at the Emperor’s magic, yet found herself smiling involuntarily at the only remaining trace of Kevenriak.

‘This is troublesome.’

The sense of longing grew stronger.
Knowing everything was ending now, rather than relief, I wanted to cling to the hem of fate itself and drag out time endlessly.
To see how my disciples’ stories would unfold, to be granted just one more year in this world.
It would be better if Vivian Asperada woke up soon. Then there would be no time to dwell on regrets.
While such thoughts occupied my mind, Tiernan Fargan approached Vivian Asperada.

“Vivian, are you hurt anywhere? Since we have a mage, we can teleport to a nearby village. Let’s stay there tonight.”

Raina Hart watched Tiernan Fargan speak with such kindness and asked.

“Yes. But Nox, who are these people that they defer to you like that?”

The people who had suddenly appeared were listening to Nox, a mere mercenary.
To Raina Hart, who knew Tiernan Fargan’s true identity, it was an obvious sight.
But if Vivian Asperada, who didn’t yet know he was the leader of the Rebel Forces, had asked, it would have sounded like this.
At Raina Hart’s words, Tiernan Fargan laughed awkwardly. He seemed to be deliberating, then opened his mouth as if to reveal his identity.

“Actually, I am-.”

Moments later, when Raina Hart closed and opened her eyes, the scenery in her vision had shifted from day to night.

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Same day, afternoon. Emperor’s Palace.
Twelve of Raina Hart’s disciples gathered in the Emperor’s Chamber.
They had positioned themselves before piles of belongings their Master had left behind.
One pile alone remained, bereft of its owner, standing in lonely silence.

“….”

Bright afternoon sunlight streamed through the windows, their curtains drawn wide.
Yet despite that radiance, the Emperor’s Chamber was suffused only with heavy silence.
One of the disciples—the one with a fiery temperament—broke the quiet.

“Idiots.”

The plural form hung in the air.
She had lumped Ban and the Emperor together in her condemnation.
Ban flinched, her gaze shifting elsewhere, while the Emperor’s eyes turned toward her.
Under normal circumstances, those eyes would have been terrifying enough to frighten her, but this situation was beyond such concerns.
What they had lost was far too grave for them to worry about such things.

“How could you not recognize your Master?”

In her hand, she held a letter from her Master.
Tender words left for her alone. Words that praised her strengths, recalled shared memories, and gently urged her to temper her fiery nature.
The letter was filled with sentiments that could only have been written by someone watching over her with affection.
Thirteen such letters. A letter from Raina lay before Kin’s pile of belongings as well.

“Ugh…. Hic….”

Max, eighteen years old, who had been quietly weeping as she read her Master’s letter, finally could no longer hold back her tears.

“…Someone stop Max from crying.”

Jasmine, twenty-one years old and the second oldest after Kevenriak, gestured toward Max as her sobs broke free.
Once one person started crying, it became difficult to contain.

“…Sniff.”
“Hic….”
“Sniffle….”

Tears had a way of spreading to those around me. We’d already failed to make progress in our conversation six times because of this.

“…So Master is inside that noblewoman’s body?”

Stale, twenty years old and a fifth-circle mage, opened his mouth as he fell into thought.

“That’s right. Person said so.”

Din, Ban’s younger sister, nodded her head.
The Emperor’s Palace had descended into chaos following the tiger’s roar incident.
Person, who understood the situation, had evacuated everyone from the Emperor’s Palace and told Ban to bring the other Disciples here.
Then he had shown them Raina Hart’s belongings.
Person had revealed everything he knew to the Disciples who asked him questions.
Because that’s what Raina Hart wanted.

“Master’s soul had entered Vivian Asperada’s body.”

That’s what they learned—that Master’s soul had entered the body of a woman named Vivian Asperada.
Though the Disciples had initially suspected a Sorcerer’s involvement, after reading the letter, they had no choice but to accept it.
Ban and the Emperor. The person they had both missed was their Master.
Yet the Emperor, who had supposedly spent about a week with her in the Imperial Palace, remained oddly silent.
Two Disciples whose temperaments matched perfectly began to whisper among themselves.

“So, is the Emperor still insane?”
“I don’t know. I think we’ll find out if the Emperor kills someone.”

The Emperor was frightening and quiet and expressionless as always, but considering that this matter concerned Master, it was strange that he wasn’t raging.

“Master must have left a letter for the Emperor too.”
“Exactly. Why is he so quiet? …Has he come to his senses?”
“Focus on the conversation, you two.”

Jasmine noticed the two whispering and stopped them.
She looked around at the Disciples positioned throughout the living room and spoke. In situations like this, she typically took the role of eldest and led the Disciples.

“Person said Master’s soul will leave soon, but we still can’t just sit idle.”

The Disciples nodded at Jasmine’s words.
They couldn’t simply let this opportunity slip away. If there was even the slightest chance of seeing their Master, shouldn’t they pursue it?
They couldn’t bear to let their beloved Master go without trying.

“Let’s divide into groups. Three, four, and four. One group goes to House of Asperada, one to Daisy Detective Agency, and one searches for that mercenary.”

The Disciples agreed.
Just as opinions began to diverge on how to divide the groups.
Kevenriak rose to his feet.

“…I’ll move alone.”
“The Emperor will move too?”

Ban looked at him in surprise.
It wasn’t that she worried about him neglecting his imperial duties. There were others to handle such matters—ministers and the like.

“You’re leaving the Imperial Palace?”

But to venture beyond Master’s barrier…
What if the Dark Mage targeted the Emperor while he was outside?
Ban frowned and waved her hand in protest.

“No, Emperor. You should just stay in the Imperial Palace—”

But before Ban could finish, the Emperor vanished in an instant through teleportation.
The Disciples stared at the space where Kevenriak had been and spoke one by one.

“He’s still so impulsive. …Should we follow?”
“No need. We have a communication channel with the Emperor anyway. He’ll contact us if something happens.”
“Is he really back to his senses? He was quiet even when hearing Master’s name.”
“We don’t know yet. He could change his mind at any moment.”
“At least he took everything with him.”

The Disciples nodded with relief at those final words.
The Emperor had taken every single item their Master had left for him.
The First Disciple cared for nothing but their Master, whether he was mad or sane.

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