For the Young Villain’s Happy Ending - Chapter 95

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Chapter 95

It had happened three days ago.

“What—what—what?!”

Zikhard, who had been poring over the Grimoire of Magic with such intensity that the book’s spine had begun to fray, finally stumbled upon information about a figure within his reading range and leaped to his feet in astonishment.
His shock was so profound that the pages nearly scattered from his hands.

Vivian Asperada
Age: 22
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Specialties: Endurance (A), Sociability (A), Gathering (D), Confidentiality (A), ■■(■■), ■■(■)
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※Physical abilities diminished from prolonged poison exposure
※Body and soul in imbalanced state
(Number of souls: 2)

The fact that Vivian Asperada possessed two souls was not the problem.
Those black characters—that information I cannot read—

“Master?!”
“….”

I had truly found the soul of the great mage who had departed from her body.
Yet despite such astounding news, Kevenriak showed no reaction whatsoever.
If that were the case, why had Raina Hart searched for it in the first place?

‘She found it for my sake.’

The Grimoire of Magic chuckled inwardly.
My suspicion appeared to be correct.
Souls possessed a hierarchy of sorts.
Raina Hart’s soul had not dissipated for two years despite losing its original body, nor had it lost its sense of self.
Such a caliber of soul was not something a mere human, living at most a hundred years, could possess.

‘She must surely carry dragon’s blood.’

Moreover.
Even though Kevenriak had employed such potent dark magic as the transference of life itself, he remained untainted by the venom.
Only the blood of a dragon or its descendants could serve as an antidote pure enough to cleanse toxins so thoroughly.
And among those surrounding Kevenriak, there existed only one being of such formidable power.

‘Our master, of course!’

As expected.
A being as magnificent as myself could hardly be prevented from accessing human information.
Truly, a master befitting one as great as I.
Only one with dragon’s blood could be worthy of serving as my master.

“Listen, Kevenriak. Let’s hurry and visit that lady Vivian Asperada or whatever her name is.”

With such thoughts, Zikhard urged the Emperor forward. A teleportation to stand before his magnificent master—
or so I thought.

“What? Why are we in a tree?”

I found myself atop a massive tree deep in the mountains bordering a rural village.
Far below, near the distant fields, stood Vivian Asperada.
The Emperor’s gaze could not tear itself away from that sight.

“Why are you staring so intently? Just looking at her, she seems like the master…?”

But as the Grimoire of Magic turned his attention back to the lady, he found himself at a loss for words at the pitiful sight.
A human who could not even keep pace with children’s footsteps, stumbling and coming to a halt.

“…It doesn’t seem like her after all.”

No matter what other body my master inhabited, she could not possibly be this pathetic.
From the information on Vivian Asperada that Zikhard had accessed once more, I deduced the state of a body so wretched it would be pitiful even to kneel before me.

‘Prolonged toxin exposure? Is that the cause?’

With such feeble stamina that she could not even keep up with children, the probability was high that she had been exposed to a poison that stunted muscle growth since childhood.
Well, it was not my concern.

“Since the body is not currently inhabited by my master, I should capture that human and wait until my master emerges—”

Zikhard, who had been chattering away, fell silent.
In the distance, as Vivian Asperada stumbled like a kite with its string cut, about to crash into the field, a wind blowing from the opposite direction swept around her and lifted her up.

“….”

The Demon Grimoire understood immediately.
That wind, which had just flown in disguised as a natural phenomenon, was the ability of the magnificent being standing beside me.
It was utterly absurd.

“…Your Majesty, you just used 7th Circle magic.”

He had used the highest-tier magic merely to prevent a single lady from falling.
What they needed was the soul of their great master, not that mere body.

‘Has he lost his mind?’

Well, he certainly had lost it.
If the Emperor had regained his sanity, he would have already embraced Raina Hart while uttering things like “Master.”

That was when it began.
That was when the Emperor’s incomprehensible madness truly started in earnest.
The Emperor hovered near Vivian Asperada and appointed himself her personal attendant.

“I’m thirsty.”

When he said he was thirsty, he would hand her water, or if she seemed hot, he would create shade by disguising clouds.
An Emperor and a 7th Circle supreme mage serving as an attendant to a useless body that couldn’t even create a mana heart.
This was an insult to magic itself.
The Demon Grimoire, who had lived a thousand years, trembled with rage and then let out a bitter laugh.

‘It depends on the soul, doesn’t it?’

However, if the soul moving that lady’s body were Raina Hart, the descendant of the supreme dragon, that would be another matter entirely.
Though for now, I couldn’t tell whether it was Vivian or Raina who occupied the body.
But I had a good method for that as well.
I need only call out.

“Raina…!”

Zikhard, who had been about to fly toward Vivian laughing and chattering with the humans on the mountain, found himself bound by the Emperor’s spell—condemned to exist as a mute book for a full day.

“….”

But that much he could endure.
What Zikhard found truly unbearable was something else entirely.

“Why can’t I just sleep at the Imperial Palace and come back here during the day…~!”

Now that he had finally located where Vivian Asperada was, how wonderful it would be to sleep in the Imperial Palace’s plush bed at night, then return here when dawn broke. A bit of spatial teleportation hardly depleted his 7-circle mana reserves.
It wasn’t as though a simple instant transfer would drain him dry.

“Enough.”

The Emperor clutched his sword and settled his back against a suitable tree.
It was clear he intended to camp here, just as he had for the past several days.
Camping, they called it—but this was nothing more than sleeping rough, was it not?
No sleeping bag, no campfire, and he wouldn’t even use magic to make it bearable.

“This…. Emperor with no consideration for a book….”

Early autumn rain had left the forest damp and humid.
Insects teeming beneath layers of ancient fallen leaves, and the merciless direct sunlight beating down since morning.
Sadly, the countless magical principles inscribed upon my form proved utterly useless in this predicament.
The command remained intact—I could not use magic without Raina Hart’s permission.

“I’ll surely rot away….”

At least I could shield myself from the moisture.
As always, Zikhard selected the smoothest branch from the tree where the Emperor leaned and spread himself across it like laundry hung to dry.
But those humiliating days were finally coming to an end.

“…You’re there, aren’t you?”

Now, on the third day.
Raina Hart had finally noticed their presence hovering nearby.

‘Of course I am!’

After leaving the Fig Farm and climbing the mountain, Vivian Asperada raised her head once a location appeared where no one would find her.
It was deep within the mountains, surrounded on all sides by towering trees and dense undergrowth.
Kevenriak Heteroven and Zikhard were hiding in a leafy tree some distance away from her.
Though they didn’t know her exact position, they had lifted their heads in the wrong direction for quite some time.

‘Yes!’

Zikhard silently cheered within his heart.
At last, he would be able to cry out “Master!” to her and press his cover against her chest.
The Demon Grimoire, which had been shaking its pages in preparation for takeoff, was instantly transported by the Emperor’s magic to the Imperial Library Secret Vault.

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“I’m curious who you are.”

Raina Hart opened her mouth toward the canopy above.
She had deliberately walked to a place where no one would find her.
It had been long since the limits of her physical endurance had arrived, but what kept her moving until now was not her body.
Anger.

‘To cast nature-type magic so quickly.’

Ban and Din wielded fire and ice, and Stale wielded lightning.
But it was impossible for them to suddenly summon such a powerful gust of wind at a distance like this.
Since their Circle was low, the incantation took a long time to chant.
Yet in that fleeting moment when Vivian lost her balance, a violent wind came rushing in.

‘A top-tier mage. A mage of Circle 7 or higher, whose mind remains unaffected by the poison of dark magic.’

I couldn’t shake the thought that this was the hidden mastermind of the original story.
Why this mastermind had looked after Vivian’s side—I suspected it was because they were one of the suspects I had in mind.

“I don’t know who you are, but I’d like to see your face and talk…”

Raina Hart wore an expression of feigned ignorance and fear.

“It’s scary when someone I don’t know follows me around. I’d like to at least exchange names.”

I held the wooden sword firmly in my arms.
If the one lurking in the shadows was the mastermind, I needed to see their true face before I left.
And if I were ever given the chance to avenge my disciple.

“Pierce the heart, Vivian Asperada.”

It wouldn’t be so bad to take them as a companion on the road to the afterlife.
Waiting for the culprit to appear, I ground my teeth quietly.

“….”

Rustle.
I turned around at the sound of leaves rustling.
An ominous breath came from beyond the bushes.
I met the eyes watching me.

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