Taming The Villainesses chapter 377

Taming The Villainesses 377

(EP.377) Survivor of Goseong #3

377 – Old Castle Survivor #3

Solomon’s perfect alter ego.

At the same time, Isaiah, the father of this Taeoh Gospel, went beyond this wall, leaving behind the peace he had and everything he would have.

I don’t know why he made such a radical decision. It is said that the blood that flows through the Angmar family sometimes drives people crazy. It might have something to do with it.

So, I thought it would be good to know the reason why he made such a trip, so I did my own research.

After he crossed the barrier in the witch forest near the northern city of Sandora.

After fighting monsters over the barrier, he met the nymph, the owner of the forest, and stayed in the forest beyond the barrier for quite some time.

I’m not exactly sure, but it’s about 2 or 3 years.

Perhaps he married a nymph living in the Forest of Demons and sent his newlyweds.

Even when he was south of the wall, he was popular enough to be courted by many women, and it is difficult for me to guess why he married a nymph who lived in the wild and had children.

Is it because of the incomprehensibility of love?

Then why did he suddenly leave the nymph’s side and disappear again?

Anyway, that was the end of the traces of Isaiah Gospel that I knew.

However, thanks to the Imp I met at this Gargatha’s Citadel, I was able to fill in the puzzle of what I had been doing since I was left blank.

“The owner you’re talking about is Isaiah Gospel, right?”

An imp was hiding in this fortress in Gargata.

It is said that he did not mix with the hordes of monsters occupying the fortress, but only used secret passages to live and live.

The person who can become the master of a stubborn imp is Demon King Solomon or me. Or Isaiah Gospel, who must have closely resembled the two of them in blood.

However, the Imp, who ate the dry barley biscuits in the sack, frowned.

“Isaiah Gospel? who is that My master is just a master! Give me some more food than that. I haven’t eaten anything since this morning because intruders flooded the citadel… .”

Don’t you know Isaiah Gospel?

I was a little perplexed when I thought that my guess might be wrong. Because I didn’t even know if I had to turn all the reasonings I had been working hard on until now blank.

I asked, handed him some more biscuits that I had kept in my pocket.

“You don’t know what the master’s name is?”

“I don’t know!”

Perhaps because this imp had been hiding alone in this fortress for a long time, it seemed that he was not very good at communicating with people.

I’m upset.

I wondered if he was lying, so I looked at his attitude. He just looks like he’s just been in middle school.

The tails characteristic of the Imps were also pulled out, and the horns characteristic of the imps who commit bad deeds did not grow on their foreheads, so it was just like a middle school student.

How long have you been living alone here?

I shifted my gaze and looked around the small room that was being used as the nest for this Imp. A room where even if a person is squatting, his head will be touched. The only thing that shines is a lantern.

Leonor, whom I met in Aira’s dream, also lived in hiding in the castle. Thinking about it, I felt a little pity for this guy.

At that moment, Mirna, who had been keeping her mouth shut for a long time, opened her mouth.

“So, what is your name?”

“I am an imp.”

“It is the name of the tribe. Don’t you personally have a special name?”

“Is that important? Rather, I wonder what the name of these square and flat cookies is! What is this? What is this little star-like thing that just melts in your mouth when you bite it?”

“… … .”

An imp who likes to eat biscuits and star candy. Mirna, who was looking at him with subtle eyes, whispers in my ear.

“I don’t think it was malicious or anything.”

“Yeah, that’s right. He has no horns on his forehead.”

“horn?”

Mirna asks.

I explained lightly. Imps who do bad things have horns on their heads. Sometimes there are hornless imps like Marmar, and those guys are usually nice.

Mirna heard the story, and nodded her head.

“That is why Tartar and Purpur had horns. So does that mean that horned imps are bad imps?”

“It’s not like that either.”

Anyway.

Mirna seemed to have greatly softened her vigilant mind about this imp.

“I thought that the monsters and assassins were hiding there. So I thought we should catch it quickly before anything big happens.”

At Mirna’s words, the Imp raised her hair upright.

“How are you comparing me to those stupid monsters!”

I understand that you are not on the same side as the monsters in the north. Come to think of it, even the Imps hated the monsters beyond the wall.

* * *

The Imp’s name was simply ‘Imp’.

When I asked why the name was like that, the owner said that it was called that.

“For some reason, I was dying with serious wounds. The master saved me and called me an imp. Other than that, I don’t know. I don’t even remember before I got hurt. But that is enough.”

To name an imp an imp?

It’s no different than giving a dog or a cat a dog or a cat or something like that. Perhaps the owner of this guy had no intention of giving it a name.

I asked.

“So, you don’t know your master’s name, do you?”

“… … .”

Instead of answering, he ate up the leftover biscuits. Mirna expressed her doubts as she was already watching her eat the biscuits from the third small bag.

“Are Imps a people who eat that much?”

“Well… .”

Then I remembered one thing.

In the case of wild cats living on the road or in the mountains, it was said that when they found a large amount of food, they put more food in their stomachs than usual.

Due to the harsh nature of the wild, they do not know when they will ever eat food again, so they eat and eat with the mindset of dying.

Maybe this guy is like that too.

Then the guy patted his back and waist.

“… The tail should grow well. I wish it had a star-shaped tail again.”

Oh, that’s right.

This imp guy was caught by Mirna’s tail and pulled off the tail and ran away.

The tails act as nutrient reservoirs for the imps. So it seems that he ate a bunch of biscuits to make a new tail grow.

“What if the star-shaped tail doesn’t grow… .”

Mirna asked the Imp who was muttering to herself.

“Do you like star shapes?”

The Imp answers the question as if it were natural.

“That way the master won’t recognize me.”

“Do you know?”

“One day, the master will come back here after finishing urgent work, and he will pick me up. Then you might not recognize me if I had a different tail.”

I was able to acquire quite a lot of information while talking with him. The owner of this imp has left him behind. Then I suddenly became curious.

“How long have you been here?”

The guy answered.

“I haven’t counted exactly. Twenty winters have passed. It was cold. But soon the master will return and take me to the warm south. There are a lot of sweets there and… .”

twenty times

For about 20 years, he has been hiding in this fortress alone, waiting for his master to return.

I’ve done a lot of waiting for someone.

But I gave up after about five years or so, realizing that no one was coming to pick me up.

But even after 20 years, this guy hasn’t given up yet.

I started to think that it would be nice if the owner of the guy was different from the one I knew. But I have to make sure I do it for sure.

Shh.

I pulled out a picture from the scroll The Squirrel Vault. It’s a portrait. It was a picture of Reinhardt, Aleister, and Stella in his youth.

And there was the man I was looking for.

“Is your master here by any chance?”

Then the boy’s red eyes twinkled.

“Ah-! Master!”

He swung the painting away from me and then brought his dirty, scruffy cheek to the painting.

“I think I smell my master.”

It’s a pity that the way he rubs his cheeks is like a puppy meeting a mother he hasn’t seen in a long time.

“Do you know the master? Did your master call you to pick me up? right?”

The guy said that without taking his eyes off the picture. Where the boy’s eyes turned, a handsome man with red hair was smiling broadly like the noonday sun.

But he was a man of no return.

Because I am no longer of this world.

maybe.

I suddenly had a thought.

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Could it have been that the man also knew that he would never come back?

So, I don’t have to say my name in order not to attach my affection. Maybe he didn’t even have to give this guy a name.

But he probably didn’t know.

With just a brief moment of warmth and warmth, someone waits for five or twenty years of winter. Then I suddenly got angry.

I don’t know if it’s because I looked out the window when I was young and it looked overlapping. I opened my mouth without activating my calm thought.

“The man’s name is Isaiah Gospel. And no matter how much you wait, the man never comes back. The man is dead.”

“… Sir Tae-oh.”

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Next to Mirna, who seemed startled, the Imp frowned.

“no! Why are you saying that? You said you’d be back! you bad! I hate you!”

Then he grabbed my picture and sprinted away somewhere. Thanks to that, when Mirna and I were left alone, Mirna patted my back and said,

“Why do you say that? It’s not like Tae-oh. If I had told the truth, I could have said it a little differently.”

“I do not know. Just a little, I just couldn’t stand it. ‘Cause I know what it’s like to wait for someone who doesn’t come back. If I had waited 20 years, I’d rather not hope in vain… .”

“Probably layered himself from that imp.”

With that, Mirna no longer asked me about this or that. He only narrowed his eyebrows as he looked at the hallway where the imp had disappeared.

“I still have a lot to ask. I’ve run away. What if I can’t find you forever? Maybe you know quite a bit of information.”

“As long as he believes his master will return, he will not be able to leave this citadel. I’m worried about what happens if I run into a conflict with the owner who left and came back. Eventually, we will see each other again.”

We exited through a secret passage.

The shouts of the battlefield heard from outside also diminished to a lesser extent with almost the same feeling. After a terrible night attack, the dawn was already dawning.

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