For the Young Villain’s Happy Ending - Chapter 91

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Chapter 91

“Y-your heart?!”

The Secretary approached Maverick in alarm, but he withdrew his hand with an unbothered expression and spoke.

“It’s fine. It’s beating away quite vigorously.”
“…Really now. If you have time for such pranks, why not water the potted plants instead?”

The Secretary spoke with an exasperated expression.
Despite his polished exterior as a nobleman, he frequently engaged in such frivolous antics.

“Perhaps I should. But I’m waiting for Hazel to contact me.”

Maverick pointed to the communication device on his desk.
Just then, the device glowed and displayed the name “Hazel.”

“It seems Hazel will never make it as a nobleman. The way he contacts me the moment I mention him.”

As Maverick reached for the communication device, the Secretary left the office.

-Director, it’s Hazel.
“Have you met with the Information Broker?”

Hazel had begun investigating the case surrounding the death of the Second Empress Consort from two generations prior.
Just as Maverick, the Director, had promised, information accumulated rapidly.
The high-level Information Brokers he had cultivated over the past decade while pursuing the Dark Mage proved invaluable.

-Yes. The Information Broker knew the ethnic origin of this Empress Consort. The Sha’aton—a nomadic people, though they do have a homeland. It’s a region that once bordered the eastern frontier of the Tunterra Empire.
“The east? That’s on the opposite continent from Jenia. It’s remarkable the Information Broker knew of it.”

I had ordered Hazel to begin his investigation only yesterday.
There hadn’t been enough time for information about a minority ethnic group on the opposite continent to surface.
Hazel answered my question.

-It appears there were men recently investigating the origins of the Empress Consort.
“Men?”
-They were dressed as vagabonds, but when it came to anything beyond that, they demanded more money. Should I look into it?

In any case.
Information Brokers were problematic.
They readily handed over client information the moment money changed hands.
Unlike the Daisy Detective Agency, they had no sense of loyalty.

“Never mind. Without knowing their identities, it’s just a waste of money. It’s a sales tactic to drain Hazel’s pockets.”

Maverick continued without giving Hazel a chance to respond.

“Then Hazel, I’ll provide teleportation funds. Go meet with people from Shaaton and find out whether the Traveling Troupe the Empress Consort was active in was composed of the same ethnic group.”

It was a natural new assignment.
Maverick remained comfortably seated while only Hazel moved about busily.

-Director, I’m afraid that’s impossible.

But Hazel’s voice coming through the communication device was resolute.
Had Hazel actually seen through this convenient arrangement?
A flustered Maverick spoke to him.

“I’d go myself, but you know how it is, don’t you? I’m the director, so I need to stay at my post-.”
-That’s not it. There are no people left to meet.
“None?”

Hazel answered Maverick’s question with difficulty.

-They were an ethnic group that was annihilated twenty-two years ago.

***

“I can’t believe it.”

The previous evening.
Tiernan Fargan rejected Raina Hart’s claim that Tunchar had remained suspended in the sky, frozen at a point fourteen years in the past.

“You sent Tunchar into the sky to save it. Vivian, I saw the Witch set fire to the Imperial Palace. She locked the Imperial Family in one place. And you’re telling me that was… to save our empire?”

Anger simmered beneath Tiernan Fargan’s voice as he recalled the enemy of his blood.
The memory that ten-year-old Tiernan had witnessed remained vivid.
The Imperial Palace engulfed in flames, and far within those inferno, strands of pale purple hair dancing in the blaze.
Had not the Witch’s fire annihilated the entire Tunterra Imperial Family?
The Nanny’s son, who had been my age, had only survived by pretending to be someone else.

“The Imperial Family didn’t die, Tiernan. The fire was to deceive the Betuzhenia Empire’s eyes. Because there was someone from the Betuzhenia Emperor in Tunchar.”
“…You know so much. As if the Witch herself told you.”

The flames that had once burned in my chest now felt like they were choking my throat.
Vivian, why do you defend the Witch so fiercely?

“But you were only eight years old then. How could I believe such a thing?”
“I heard it from someone trustworthy. It’s difficult to explain in detail. Tiernan, believe me.”

This is how I come to realize that Vivian is Vivian Asperada.
And at the same time, I realize I’m a fool.
Words I would have dismissed from anyone else, I cannot ignore simply because they came from her.

“…I can’t believe it right now.”

Tiernan Fargan decided to verify it himself by visiting the place where Tunchar had been.
Fearing that if Vivian were by his side, he would find himself nodding along to her words at some point, he entrusted her to his subordinates.

“Tiernan, if you confirm that Raina Hart is not the Witch and the Emperor abandons the Imperial Palace… I hope you won’t pursue the Emperor.”

Tiernan Fargan found Vivian’s request strange.
It was no different from saying the future Rebel Forces would have the advantage over a 7-Circle Emperor.
Yet why was Vivian so concerned for the Emperor?

“Let’s talk about that when I return.”

My mind and heart grew complicated at once, but I urged Raina Hart.

“I’ll be back soon. …I hope you don’t disappear until then.”

I wished another Vivian wouldn’t disappear.
Raina Hart didn’t answer him, instead bidding him farewell with a smile.

***

Eager to depart, Tiernan Fargan set out at dawn with a Mage.
They would return via teleportation, but first they needed to find a way to ascend to the high sky.

‘It will take several days.’

Until then, Vivian had to entrust herself to the Rebel Forces in Tiernan Fargan’s absence.

“Miss Vivian, if your condition permits, may we relocate via teleportation? We will attend to you there until Lord Tiernan Fargan arrives.”

An Officer who had received Tiernan Fargan’s order to look after the noblewoman posed the question to Raina Hart.
Wariness flickered in the Officer’s eyes upon learning she was Vivian Asperada, yet he betrayed nothing in his demeanor.

“Sure. Teleportation works fine.”

It was likely to conceal the path from Vivian, an outsider.
Raina Hart nodded without revealing her understanding.
Thus, the Rebel Forces relocated to a village nestled at the foot of a mountain.
Seeing families coming to greet some of the Rebel Forces members, it appeared to be one of their bases.

‘They must disguise themselves as farmers in their daily lives.’

Raina Hart was given a modest two-story house as her residence.

“It may not suit Miss Vivian’s tastes, but this is one of the better homes in the village.”
“I like it.”

Raina Hart stepped through the entrance and surveyed the house.
To the left was a Kitchen with a Dining Hall attached, to the right a living room, and further inside were a door that appeared to lead to a Bathhouse and stairs ascending to the upper floor.
A small village, a modest house.

‘It feels rural.’

Yet it was rather welcome.
Though the village nestled in the Mountains differed from the flatlands of Hibei, the warm atmosphere reminded me of Hibei.

“It would be best to keep your identity hidden, so I haven’t arranged for a personal attendant. If you find it inconvenient, I can assign someone to you.”
“No. I prefer being alone.”
“Then I’ll leave a communication device. Please call for me if you need anything.”

Once the Officer left, I climbed the stairs to the second-floor room.
Sunlight streamed through the windows, a spacious bed suitable for two, and a wooden desk caught my eye.
I walked toward the desk. Several books and simple writing materials were arranged there.
A small notebook small enough to carry caught my attention.

‘The situation has changed so suddenly. Vivian might be startled.’

Yesterday, I closed my eyes and opened them, only to find day had turned to night.
A campfire and unfamiliar people surrounded me.
Even I, who had anticipated Vivian might wake, felt bewildered.

‘Person said Vivian’s face was terrified.’

It seemed best to inform Vivian of the situation.
According to what Tiernan Fargan had told me, she appeared to accept me without resistance, thinking of me as another aspect of herself.
After deliberating, I wrote the date and time in the notebook and left brief information.

「This is our new home. Tiernan will return in a few days.」

Vivian’s reply came that afternoon, roughly two hours after a gap appeared in my memory.

「Hello, who are you?」

Unlike my neat handwriting, hers was lively—the sort that had been fashionable among teenage noblewomen.

“Who are you, she asks….”

Despite telling Tiernan Fargan that I was Raina Hart’s ‘other self,’ she was asking as though I were a stranger.

“….”

After a moment of thought, I replied to her.

「Someone borrowing your body. I entered here unintentionally through an accident. When you fully awaken, I will disappear.」

The next day after waking from sleep.
New content appeared in the notebook once again.
Having grown bored in her room throughout the night, the notebook contained a lengthy letter.

「Why? I’m content as things are now! It feels like I’ve made a friend. Of course, I was shocked at first. You’re the one who jumped from our castle walls, aren’t you? How impressive. Truth be told, I had considered doing the same. When Father told me at fourteen that I was to marry Marquis Cullet…」

The original Vivian possessed a bright and endearing personality, and that same warmth seemed to permeate her writing.
In any case.

‘Marquis Cullet is a man in his seventies. Pialtis is truly obsessed with power.’

I penned a brief response filled with disdain toward Pialtis, then closed the notebook.

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