Taming The Villainesses

(EP-112.2) Legacy #3

112 – Demon King’s Legacy #3

─Alright, that’s it for today’s lecture.

As the instructor announced the end, Mirna, who was watching us like she was waiting for this moment, came towards us and pulled Elga’s arm away.

“Stop that at this instance! How disgraceful! How could an unmarried man and woman entangle their bodies in broad daylight!”

“Tsk.”

Only then did Elga loosen her hold on my body. At the same time, my sore joints could finally breathe.

“Heuu….”

“It’s lunch time, let’s go eat, Theo. I’ll buy you some pork cutlet.”

Then Elga grabbed my arm to lift me up, then offered to pay for lunch as if she had forgotten what she just did to me literally seconds before. At this time, Mirna also grabbed my other arm.

“I brought some packed lunch. Let’s eat together. There is no need to eat alone.”

Gguuuk.

The two women started pulling me from both sides. It felt like my arms, which had just started to recover from their abuse, were screaming in pain again.

If this continued, I might get torn in half. So I hurriedly slipped away and distanced myself from them.

“I’m sorry, but I have a meeting with the Queen and Saintess scheduled for today-. I will take my leave first.”

* * *

“I thought I was going to die…”

I finally breathed a sigh of relief after turning around the corner, out of Mirna and Elga’s sight.

I never expected for women to fight with me in the middle.

Even so, I didn’t think that Mirna would show that much care.

Why did this happen?

No, rather than thinking about why this happened, I should consider what to do.

If this trend continued, Mirna and Elga would eventually have a big clash with each other. And I, who would be in the middle of it, might get shredded into pieces…

If I couldn’t control them somehow, my Angmar Family revival plan would burn to the ground.

So what should I do next?

It would be nice to have someone to consult with about women’s feelings. Because for me, a woman’s heart was as confusing as navigating through a maze without a map.

Perhaps, Miss Kalira could help? She was older and more experienced than me in this field. She might be able to help with one or two things.

Deep in my thoughts, I unknowingly arrived at「Fairy Paradise」.

I then saw an Imp wearing a nun’s clothes watering the flowers while causally humming, “Hmmhmm-.”

“Marmar, what’s with the flowers?”

“Oh it’s you, comrade!”

Marmar put down her watering can and waved her at me.

It was relieving to see a gentle and harmless person like Marmar, compared to the beast-like Mirna and Elga.

As I approached Marmar, she revealed a surprising fact.

“Now, I’m the manager of「Fairy Paradise」!”

“You are?”

Marmar became the manager of this old row house. I was both surprised and confused at this sudden leap.

But Marmar explained what happened a while ago.

“The agent who was the manager and owner of this place just died horribly!”

“I see…”

There was no doubt that the agent died at the hands of the hunter party.

It felt a little strange to think that someone I knew and met not long ago had died so suddenly. But considering that the man was nothing more than a real-estate shark that sold a prison without windows as a luxury room, it felt like he had it coming.

“Everyone left after receiving some compensation for being scammed. So, I bought this as a reward!”

“No way, you got that much?”

So Marmar was the building owner now?

As I was basking in shock, Marmar added.

“The Nymph Relief Foundation heard about me and provided a lot of support! There’re a lot of pork cutlets in the refrigerator!”

“Wow, you really have a refrigerator.”

Marmar showed me the refrigerator in her room.

It was powered with ice magic and was fairly expensive. Basically, Marmar owned something that could only be found in the houses of aristocrats or wealthy merchants.

And there were loads of frozen pork cutlets in it just like she said. Other than that, I also saw a lot of candy and ice cream. It seemed that she received quite a lot of support.

I didn’t know that the Nymph Relief Foundation had such wealth and influence. It was almost suspicious, even…

But Marmar was very happy about it.

“Of course, I bought it second hand, so there might be some occasional hiccups. But now, I can finally drink cool water whenever I want to!”

“Iya~, you’ve made it Marmar.”

“Now all that’s left is to decorate the rooms and rent them out to homeless Imps! Besides me, there are several other imp comrades in Ark. Huheuheuheu-“

Marmar was giggling like a shady villain.

“I will gather the like-minded Imps who worship the great Demon King Angmar’s will and create a secret revolutionary outpost here.”

“There are other Imps in Ark besides you?”

“There’s one or two more! So, about the money I borrowed from comrade, can I use it to hire other imps first and pay later?”

At Marmar’s question, I remembered the money I had lent her. But I didn’t know if she was talking about the 10 million coins or the 12 gold I used to save her.

Regardless, I was not in a hurry, so I gladly accepted the little Imp’s plan.

“Alright, do it. You can just gradually pay it back.”

“Great! By the way, the other Imps say they want to meet their Comrade too! They are good kids, so you will definitely like them!”

Looking at the delighted Marmar, I was briefly lost in thought. The gathering of Angmar-following Imps…

In the past, I would have been very nervous about such a scary scene, but now, I thought it would be good to see if there were a few more fellas like Marmar.

Maybe someday I’d be able to reveal my identity and turn them into useful agents!

Then Marmar suddenly said, seemingly to have noticed something.

“Ah-, Comrade, I see that you are wearing strange clothes!”

“Oh, this?”

Perhaps noticing Angmar’s robe, Marmar started circling around me. I also informed Marmar of how and where I got it.

“It’s from the ruins of the Demon King!”

“Indeed.”

For a moment, I had some expectations on how this Demon King’s follower would react to Angmar’s robe.

“By the way, I think I met someone who wore similar clothes a while ago-.”

• Edited by: faker