Taming The Villainesses chapter 113

Taming The Villainesses 113

(EP.113) Legacies # 4

113 – The Demon King’s Legacy # 4

Marmar said.

I mean, I saw someone wearing clothes similar to what I was wearing.

But I took it lightly. A person wearing a wizard’s robe exists in this arc to overflowing.

Because wizards sense and meditate on magical powers in the air to tune themselves and the outside world, they do not wear thick armor and most wear robes.

And among them, skilled or wealthy wizards often wore clothes with magical enchantments, not ordinary robes.

「Angmar Robe: High Relic. Protects the wearer from fire, magic and curses. Depending on the wearer’s hierarchy, its effectiveness is further enhanced. A masterpiece of Solomon’s costume philosophy.”

This Angmar’s robe was like that.

As it is said that it is a masterpiece created by Solomon, I don’t think there are many things more valuable than my robes.

Marmar said.

“It was a very strange outfit. A strange magical power similar to that of a comrade is felt-. Of course, the color was very dark black.”

“Is that really true?”

“okay! I thought he was wearing a really cool outfit.”

This outfit was like a reward obtained from the ruins of Angmar.

Of course, there are a lot of ruins all over the world that the demon king Solomon made while wandering the world when he was still a prince, so it would not be surprising if he acquired the same thing as me from another place.

But just in case, I asked Marmar who the man was.

Then Marmar pondered and shrugged.

“I don’t know!”

“I see.”

“Because you didn’t tell me your name! He was a weirdo with some very weird people.”

“Strange people?”

“okay! They were the ones who killed the caretaker!”

Oh, that’s right.

Marmar seems to have met a hunter party.

silkygoat was the goat. cry

Now that I think about it, when I and the young girl Kaliira encountered them, Marmar was wrapped in a spider’s web so she couldn’t see their faces.

“Have you talked to them?”

“No, they were scary people.”

“Yeah, don’t approach it if you can.”

“Yeah, well, I’m busy anyway.”

The conversation with Marmar ended with that.

Marmar suggested that we go eat lunch, but unfortunately I had to attend the luncheon meeting between Saints and Aira, so it was unfortunately postponed to the next opportunity.

Two gigantic episode bosses meeting and talking.

Personally, it’s very interesting, but as I’m in a position where I have to adjust variables in a situation where I don’t know what’s going to happen, it’s a bit of a stomach ache.

I wish nothing happened.

But on the one hand, the saint was in a position to hold the key to quite a few secrets.

I meet her and draw a simulation of a conversation about how I can easily extract the information I need.

* * *

“Tae-oh, do you know what time the appointment is?”

“It is the Hall of Gwangmyeong located in the Great Hall at noon at twelve o’clock. If you leave now, you will be able to arrive on time.”

I can still afford it.

I was saying that, but I felt a little nervous. Aira had never thought of leaving her room.

As always, she glanced at the different black stockings, contemplating for a long time which one would be better.

“I don’t know which one to wear to suit the class.”

“No matter what you wear, will you be able to cover Aira-sama’s splendor?”

They all look the same color anyway, so wear anything. Roughly speaking, with that in mind, I hurried to Aira.

However, Ira is only engulfed in the constant worry that she may not have understood the vocabulary of my luxurious retelling.

“Hmm-. Even so, it is impossible to go lightly to meet the light of the denomination.”

“A lamp of the church?”

“Yes, Freega Nightfall. Wouldn’t it be better to show a little bit of courtesy when going to see her, no matter how much I am?”

It was a moment when I felt impatient as time was running out. I was a little stunned by the unbelievable story I had heard from Aira.

Aira, who was unprepared to meet anyone, is ready to set up a formality. As I didn’t understand, Aira let out a long snoring, “Ugh-“.

“Tae-oh, it seems that your insight is still lacking.”

“… … .”

Shh.

Ira raised the index and middle fingers of the hand holding the stockings.

“After the Reverse Cross-Patros, who became the rock of the Great Temple in the history of the Church, many talented people have been produced in the Church. Of course, there were many fakes, but two of them are to be counted.”

“Are you saying that one of them is a saint Prie?”

“Yeah, it’s not that a slave girl who had neither aristocrats nor titles came to be revered by the people under the grand nickname of a saint for nothing.”

Is it a slave girl?

Early on, Saint Friga played an important role in driving the story of the second half of the novel ‘Villain Hunter’.

So, to some extent, the detailed stories about her were thrown as elements of interest to the readers. It was around that time that the past of being a slave was revealed.

“Okay, that’s it. Come on, put it on.”

At Aira’s urging, I skillfully dressed her stockings from her smooth feet to her thighs.

It felt pretty comfortable to wear elastic stockings on her body and wrap it around her body, so Ira complimented me by stroking my hair, saying, “You did well.” And don’t forget the advice.

“When you meet a saint, be careful with your words and actions.”

“All right.”

“No, it’s Tae. you don’t know The girl may be called a fake in some ways, but among the fakes, it’s real. So it’s better not to show any gaps.”

Ira usually talks a lot about catching floating clouds. However, there were times when he showed a genuinely outrageous intelligence.

I wondered if maybe now is not the right time. It’s good enough that Aira gives a warning, so it’s better to listen carefully.

So we headed to the Great Hall, where Saint Friga might have arrived first and was waiting for us.

Many people were already waiting for us in the beautiful garden of Daeshinjeon, where the sun was shining.

The old archbishop, with his white beard and glasses, bowed his head towards us.

“Your Majesty, the Holy Lady is waiting for you. We will take you inside.”

Following the guidance of many people, we entered the Great Hall.

It’s something I’ve felt for a long time, but I also feel that the splendor and magnificence of a church building that has humility and modesty as its virtues might be too much.

Of course, this was originally destined to be massively destroyed and become a boss raid location for the hunter party. Of course, that boss is Saint Frigago, who has fallen into despair.

When I thought about it that way, I felt very strange.

Awkward, bizarre.

The priests open the splendid door, painted white and embroidered with gold like mother-of-pearl.

In the hall of light that the people on the top floor of the church used to entertain someone, I could see a table made of brilliant crystal and a rather small woman sitting inside.

She wore a black veil over her head. A black eye patch was placed over her eyes, and a black nun’s robe that felt sticky was worn underneath.

It was a very stoic and austere outfit, but perhaps it was because of the feminine curves or because of the pink hair that came out from under the veil and gave off a strong, seductive feeling.

Thanks to the veil and eyepatch that covered her face, her age was unknown, but it was as if she was claiming to be a beauty with her whole body.

This woman is Frigga Nightfall.

She is a saint, the spiritual leader who is said to be the lamp of the denomination.

“You came earlier than expected.”

Friga got up from her seat and bowed her head lightly toward Aira. At that, Ira sat down at the table in front of her and responded moderately.

“Because there is a competent servant.”

You don’t respect the saints. It feels like an Aira, on the one hand, it even feels reassuring.

With it, the saint and the queen sat down with a table in the center. Then the saint raised her hand and spoke to the people around her.

“Can you all back down except us?”

squeak, squeak.

Then the knights of the temple, who were armed around them, made a loud noise. Their heavily armored armor trembled with embarrassment.

Someone said down the silver face guard.

“Saint, it is a disgraceful word, but it is our duty and calling to protect you.”

“it’s okay. The story won’t be long. make it go away You can go home from work today.”

Then the knights seemed to look at each other’s faces under their helmets. And finally, he bows his head as if he can’t.

“If it is the name of the saint… .”

Then, one by one, they start to leave their seats, and as they leave the room, I can hear them whispering vividly in my ears.

—Hey, Carl is off work.

—Let’s go play duel chess.

—Besides, is that girl Queen Aira? It’s the first time I’ve seen a woman who doesn’t fade even in front of a saint.

-It would have been nice to see more.

That’s right, it’s not really that important.

As she was feeling the knights’ humanity, Aira leaned back on the soft-looking back and said a word.

“I will not bite anyone.”

Maybe it’s because he cares about me. Then the saint turned her head and looked at me. No, actually, the expression ‘looked at’ would not be correct.

Because the saint was officially blind.

But I could tell that her darkness, covered with a black eye patch, was staring straight at me more than anyone else.

sting-.

A tingling sensation in the back. When have you ever felt this kind of feeling?

St. Friga for a moment let me think about it, and laughed leisurely.

“It is a strange creature. half a fairy All right, it was me who asked for an interview. We will take care of the Queen’s convenience. Shall we start eating then?”

At the words of the saint, the closed door opened, and the nuns and priests came with plates and began to pile them up one by one on the table. But Ira talks without even looking at the plate as if it’s okay.

“So, why did you call me? It’s not just for serving meals.”

Then Saint Friga, who was drenched with wine, set the glass down on the table. It felt like a chilly chill wrapped around me for a moment.

Although they were talking formally with each other, their meeting was somehow eerie, and it felt like something fiercer than Elgar and Mirna fighting.

Then the saint smiled.

“Indeed, Ira-sama can’t stand it. What are we going to do when we talk to each other for a long time? Then we will talk directly.”

“Where do you do it?”

“I may die soon.”

“… … .”

In the context of the sudden story, Ira raised her eyebrows as if she did not understand. I didn’t understand it either.

Saint Friga is going to die soon. You’re too direct, you can’t keep up with the story.

Of course, it wasn’t completely out of the question. Because she was originally the episode boss.

But now that she’s so twisted from the original story, what’s the reason for her to die? Without a doubt, Frigga added:

“Teo Gospel, that man is going to kill me.”

“Taeo Gospel-?”

Ira’s gaze turned to me.

why look at me

It’s a story I don’t even know.

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