Pushover Extra Trains the Villainesses

Inside the mansion’s dressing room, Bahamut was checking his outfit once more with Bertina’s help.

“How is it?” he asked.

“It looks great. You look quite handsome,” Bertina confirmed with a smile.

In response, Bahamut gave her a slightly apologetic look. “Honestly, I didn’t need to go through with this. I don’t know about other things, but this one… it must bother you.”

“Honey,” Bertina replied in a determined tone, which made Bahamut flinch slightly. She continued seriously, looking straight at him. “Do you know the biggest reason I fell in love with you and married you?”

It was something Bertina often mentioned, a story of the faith Bahamut had shown her and what she asked of him in return. Bahamut spoke her answer softly, looking at her.

“Faith…”

“Yes, that’s right. That’s why I fell for a man like you—because you gave me faith as a merchant and as a man,” she said as she completed the final adjustments on his outfit. A soft smile began to form on her lips. “In that respect, as a man loved by this woman, it wouldn’t suit you to betray that trust. I thought protecting it was something you should do as well. That’s why I allowed this to happen.”

“Thank you, honey. As you said, I’ll protect it—for her, for you, and for our daughter,” Bahamut replied in a clear voice.

Hearing the determination in his words, Bertina smiled joyfully, then slowly left the room with her husband.

***

“Wow… she really does look beautiful, doesn’t she?” 

“Yes, they say clothes make the person,” Tilda remarked with a grin.

“Don’t tease me,” Ophelia Crimson said with a slight blush. She was wearing a sparkling white dress adorned with black pearls, which shimmered softly in the light, accentuating her beauty.

Yuria, Isolda, and other members of the Predator group chimed in as well.

“No, sister, you’re really pretty.”

“Yes, it’s impressive. Though… as a bride, it’s perfect.”

“Hehe~ Our fierce sister sure is pretty when she cleans up well, even though she’s usually busy hitting people,” teased Nemea.

“Mergon, can’t you try to be nicer?” someone else said, though they chuckled.

“Well, she’s not entirely wrong,” another replied with a grin. “But Ken said it perfectly. You look beautiful, sister. I’m sure Mr. Bahamut will love it.”

Ophelia felt her nerves ease slightly with their mixed but affectionate compliments. Taking a deep breath, she rose and started toward the door. As she opened it, the person she saw waiting there was…

“Master…” she whispered.

“What do you mean, ‘Master’? From now on, call me ‘honey,'” he smiled, extending his hand.

She looked at him shyly—the man who had changed her life, saved her, and become the one she loved most dearly.

Bahamut Fernandez.

Looking at him, Ophelia Crimson—now Ophelia Fernandez—reached out to take his hand.

Since it was a concubine wedding, not a royal ceremony, there was no formal officiant, and the room wasn’t filled with guests as a grander event might have been. Only family members and a few trusted associates attended.

The decorations were splendid, and the reception was perfectly prepared, but the event remained small and modest. 

Yet, for Ophelia, none of that mattered. In this moment, she felt only one thing: the deep happiness of uniting with the person she loved.

‘Ah… I’m… I’m getting married… to Bahamut…’ she thought as she moved forward, step by step, feeling as if she were walking on clouds.

Then, her eyes caught sight of a figure standing quietly in a corner of the room—a woman with a warm smile and sparkling red eyes who waved lightly in her direction. Dressed in a white robe, Ophelia instantly recognized her, and a soft smile appeared on her lips.

“Congratulations on your marriage. Good luck, my friend,” the woman mouthed, her words clear even from a distance.

Ophelia nodded her thanks, her gaze lingering on this unexpected guest. Then, as she arrived before Bahamut, she looked into his eyes.

“Happy?” he asked in a low voice.

Ophelia spoke from her heart. “Yes… I’m happy. Truly. I’m so happy, honey.”

Her cheeks flushed, and a tender smile appeared on her face. Seeing her smile, Bahamut, blushing slightly himself, took her hand and raised his voice to proclaim, “I, Bahamut Fernandez, as the husband of Ophelia Fernandez, vow to protect and cherish her forever.”

His oath resounded confidently, and in response, Ophelia raised her voice, declaring, “I, Ophelia Fernandez, as the wife of Bahamut Fernandez, vow to love and devote myself to him forever.”

The vows were simple yet filled with profound meaning. 

Immediately afterward, they shared a k!ss, and applause filled the room.

***

Later that night, under the brilliant moonlight, a man and a woman lay together, finally united. They k!ssed once more, feeling happiness blossom between them.

“How do you feel, Ophelia?” Bahamut asked softly.

“I’m… so happy. So much so that I can hardly believe it’s real,” she replied, her voice brimming with emotion.

With a soft smile, Bahamut gently stroked her hair, gazing at the woman he loved most. “Thank you… for being mine forever,” he whispered.

“And thank you… for making me yours. And… this child as well…” Ophelia murmured.

Bahamut’s face lit with surprise and joy. 

Ophelia, her expression shy, touched her lower stomach gently. “It’s been six months… I wanted to tell you sooner, but I couldn’t find the right moment.”

Before she could say more, Bahamut embraced her, his arms filled with deep affection and gratitude beyond words. 

In that quiet moment, Ophelia rested in the arms of the man who had given her happiness, feeling the steady beats of his heart and imagining the life growing within her.

[MAIN STORY END]

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Goblin’s Words: So this marks the end of the second project I have completed on this site. Well, there are still 4 side stories left, but the main story is complete. I want to thank the author for his writing. I want to thank the readers who have been with me throughout the process. And, more importantly, I want to thank the Patrons who have supported me until now. I am truly grateful for all the support you have given, during these hard times. Thank you.

Now, the project that will take the place of  PETTV is called Transmigrated as the Butler of a Defeated Heroine, I have already released 3 chapters, so that you can see if it suits your taste. I myself have read ahead quite a bit, and think that it is a well written novel with a very interesting premise. I’m confident that it will be a good read if you give it a chance. At the same time, I have a few other projects you can read if you want: Rehabilitating the Villainess, I Picked Up an Amnesiac Witch, My Summons Are Special