Taming The Villainesses

(EP-130.1) Nova #1

130 – Ars Nova #1

Wednesday morning.

After finishing my class on Dead Language, I headed to the board room. Accompanying me was Mirna Draco, whom I attended the lecture with.

“Is it true that Professor Balan has awakened?”

“That’s what I heard. But we’ll have to see for ourselves to know the details.”

“I hope we could have some helpful talk.”

Mirna seemed more interested in Balan’s awakening than I was.

After all, she raided the Draco Family’s cemetery and stole most of the remains of their Dragon Soldiers. It goes without saying that Mirna had a lot of things that she would want to ask about Professor Balan.

Of course, I was also interested in Professor Balan, for personal reasons.

「Gamigin : High Rank Magic Spell. Turn the living into puppets. The higher the caster’s rank, the greater the effect.」

The high rank spell, Gamigin, that I acquired was what manipulated Professor Balan into some sort of a puppet.

To be precise, the magic spell itself possessed its own character and will, using Professor Balan’s body as a vessel.

How the hell did that happen?

I wanted to ask how she got a hold of Solomon’s secret magic. My thought process was, if done well, it would give me a hint in acquiring another high-ranking magic.

Entering the main building, just as I was about to push the board meeting room door open…

“Wait a moment.”

Mirna suddenly stopped me.

“What’s the matter?”

“Let me tidy you up before you go in. Look this way.”

Seureuk, seureuk.

Mirna fixed my collar and even combed my hair.

I was embarrassed for a moment because I remembered what my teachers did when I was young, but Mirna looked very serious. So I just decided to stay still.

“There, all done. If you’re going to be the Draco Family’s son-in-law, you should always maintain a clean and tidy appearance. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“And here’s a present.”

Seuk.

Mirna handed me something. It was a round, flat object with a handle attached to it. It was a mirror.

「Mirror of Rites: A shimmering mirror that reflects bright light when illuminated. Such light has an effect on laws.」

Judging by the message prompt, it seemed to be a special magic item or artifact imbued with unique magical properties.

“It looks very nice. You’re giving this to me?”

“That’s right. Whenever you look into this mirror, always reflect upon yourself with great significance as a member of the Draco Family. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

It’d been a long time since I’d received a gift, so I felt quite happy. With that, I carefully tucked the mirror in my waist pouch and opened the door with glee.

As Mirna and I entered the room, I could see quite a few people already in the conference room, sitting at a long round table murmuring.

Seeing the tall cone hats and long beards, memories of when I first entered the academy came flooding back.

Pentagram’s Mages – High Road’s Sages.

“Sir Gospel, welcome, please come in.”

An old man wearing a white cone hat got up from his seat.

I believed his name was Hynax.

He then looked at Mirna who was beside me, took off his hat, and lightly bowed.

“Did the Lady of the White Dragon also come? On behalf of the High Road’s Sages, I, White Hynax, extend my greetings to the Young Lady, her family and contribution.”

He was acting very respectful to a girl three or four times younger than him.

It meant that Mirna, the Young Lady of the Draco Family, had a status high enough that even the continent-famous Sages needed to show courtesy. Well, they were called Sages, wise men, for a reason.

“Sage Hynax. It’s been a long time since we last met.”

Mirna held the end of her school uniform skirt and gave a light bow.

Such a gesture was a noble etiquette, but neither Elga nor Aira practiced it… So, it felt strange to see someone doing it after a long time.

Hynax said as he kissed the back of Mirna’s gloved white hand.

“My condolences to your father, Lord Aleister, an honorary member and the biggest supporter of the High Road Mountaineering Club. We have received numerous assistance from him.”

Sitting in the corner, the Black Sage Pelton suddenly shouted, “Kill! Arson!” But Mirna didn’t pay much attention to it and simply smiled.

“The Dracos will never forget your help. So, Professor Balan-.”

Mirna’s red ruby-like eyes scanned the room, which finally stopped on a woman leisurely drinking tea.

“Hururureup.”

Pale white skin, long and dark navy hair. And her black dress was as eerie as a raven’s feathers, which hugged a remarkably vibrant chest, creating a strange contrast.

“Professor Balan, long time no see.”

Mirna said to the woman, the Black Mage Balan. In response, the woman set her teacup down and greeted Mirna.

“Please forgive me for not being able to rise, Lady Draco.”

Now that I could see it, Professor Balan was seated in a wheelchair. While her lower body was covered by a warm and soft-looking blanket.

“I-I haven’t fully regained my senses, so my m-mobility is still impaired.”

She still wasn’t fully recovered.

However, her condition appeared better than when I saw her in the classroom during her classes. Most notably, the prominent dark circles under her eyes had disappeared, and her face looked much brighter.

Although her hair was currently disheveled like a messy bird’s nest, if she were to tidy up and adorn herself, she would be a beauty who would catch the attention of any passerby.

Soon her crimson eyes gazed at me.

“And Sir Gospel, I-I owe you a great debt. I cannot express my gratitude enough for saving my life…”

Sniffle.

Then she suddenly burst into tears. The sudden change of emotions caught me off guard.

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