Taming The Villainesses

(EP-134.2) Exam Time #2

134 – Imps And Exam Time #2

I heard that Imps were a new race created by the Demon King Angmar himself, remodeling and corrupting the Nymphs about half a century ago.

So I couldn’t see how the superiority of the Imps was depicted on an ancient mural 2,000 years ago.

These three were weird…

Were all Imps like this?

I only thought of Imps being similar to Marmar. But I really couldn’t tell if Marmar was the weird one or if it was this group.

Unless I met more Imps, it would be hard to distinguish.

“Co, comrade-! Let’s go get dinner together-!”

Suddenly, Marmar grabbed my arm.

Then she started dragging me somewhere. Sensing her determination, I had no choice but to leave the place with Marmar.

* * *

It was only after we were no longer in sight of the Imps that Marmar let out a long, heavy sigh.

“There’s no one here, right?”

She even looked around the area to truly confirm that there were no more Imps. She looked very pitiful and heartbreaking.

“Marmar, what’s going on? Why are the Imps bullying you?”

I asked Marmar for a detailed explanation of the situation. Then she began to let out all the injustice she’d been bottling as if she had been waiting for this moment.

“I recruited Imps…! At first, those guys said they’d help me. But it’s all talk. One day, when I got home, their attitude changed…!”

“So Marmar, you mean the Imps just switched and started bullying you?”

Marmar said that she met the three Imps while working as a teaching assistant.

They were kind to Marmar, and having the building, Marmar did them a favor by inviting them to her townhouse for a place to sleep.

In the beginning, they acted like good residents. But after they settled down, they started making requests to Marmar as if they were the owners of the building.

“At first, they were just small requests like making a prayer room. However, they started complaining more and more about the side dishes I give-. Then they accused me of ignoring them or raising my voice….”

“What, raising your voice?”

“I held a convention in the townhouse, and Tartar became the house’s secretary!”

Coming in as guests then gradually demanding for rights, and soon trying to take over the position of the owner. This was just like spies.

A bunch of little devils, indeed…

Weren’t they all Imps? Why the hell would they gang up on a fellow Imp?

It was then, Marmar rubbed her forehead.

“It’s probably because I don’t have horns yet.”

“Hmm…. horns.”

Although I couldn’t tell for sure what role horns play among Imps, I couldn’t stand the sight of my comrade, Marmar, being tormented by some random Imps.

“Can’t you just kick them out?”

If they were being a bother, we should simply chase them out. Was there any other simpler solution than that? But Marmar shook her head.

“This is all a test. They are testing my patience and persistence.”

“What test?”

“This is a secret but I’ll let Comrade in on it-.”

Marmar leaned her head closer to me, then whispered into my ear.

“They are members of the Demon King Angmar’s Army. If I pass the test, I might get officially promoted to the Demon King’s Army!”

“Is that true?”

“That’s right…! In particular, it is said that Tartar served as a team leader in the Red Propaganda Unit that the Demon King himself founded…! Isn’t that great…?”

By Tartar, she should be referring to the red-haired Imp with the star-shaped tail and armband.

If what Marmar said was true, that Tartar might have a lot of information about the Demon King.

“The other dark-haired Imp is Purpur, the twin sister of Tartar. It is said that she used to pour wine for the Demon King and even talked with him!”

“Hmm. Then what about Gargar?”

I thought of the honey-haired Imp who was digging through the flower bed. What kind of position did she have?

“Gargar, she…, she’s a bit mentally unstable.”

“… I see, it certainly looks that way.”

“I heard that she saw something she shouldn’t have. That’s why her mind got messed up.”

Didn’t I see someone like that recently? I heard that the Black Mage Pelto was also in such a state. Perhaps Gargar and Sir Pelto’s madness had something in common.

Anyway.

Purpur, Tartar, Gargar, Marmar.

And the ogre’s name was Gorgor.

There seemed to be a trend with their names. Was it the Demon King’s preference? Well, I guessed it would be tiresome and difficult to give them carefully thought-out names, considering there were so many of them.

I meant, I even named my squirrel Keongkeong…

Marmar hesitated a bit, but eventually said.

“S, so the thing is, Comrade, I don’t have any more money… And I have to prepare dinner for the sisters tonight…”

I immediately realized that Marmar was asking to borrow some money, that was why she was hesitant.

Since I didn’t have anywhere to spend money anyway, I took out the money I had from my pocket and handed it to Marmar.

“Fiv, five hundred thousand coins? Is it okay to give me this much?”

“That’s all I have on me for now. If you need more money later, let me know. I can withdraw from my account.”

“No, this is enough! Comrade, I’ll prepare dinner tonight! Let’s eat together!”

After buying a lot of pork cutlet, which the Imps loved, Marmar and I returned to the townhouse to find a huge fire blazing in the garden.

“My, my furniture…!”

Marmar’s face turned pale blue as she looked in shock. It seemed that the burning pieces of wood were Marmar’s furniture.

“Hieek…! My furniture…! That’s my closet…!”

“Muhuhuhu.”

Disregarding Marmar’s cry, the Imp Tartar simply grinned insidiously.

“Hornless Marmar, so as not to grieve…! In recognition of your hard work, the Demon King himself will be giving you a revelation…!”

Then the blue-haired Imp Purpur added from the side.

“Hurry up and kneel and bow your head…!”

[T/N: author used 까만 which is black(used dark) before, then 푸른 now which is blue in describing Purpur’s hair color]