Taming The Villainesses chapter 436

(EP.436) Those Who Do #11

436 – The Stopper # 11

“There you guys. I don’t know who it is, but if you don’t have anything to do with that door, won’t you get out of it?”

A thin female voice. It was an unfamiliar voice. It was the first time I heard the voice, but it feels like a memory that I had forgotten somewhere comes rushing back to me.

swish.

I turned my head. Then I saw a woman with long brown hair, with her face slanted towards us.

Like a veteran adventurer, she was a woman wearing old leather clothes, but her arms and legs were slender and elongated, so she looked pretty good.

The eyes are blue like a clear sky.

His face was white and clean, but he had a lot of dust on it, and his expression was wrinkled, giving him an impression of being quite ferocious. Still, she cannot hide her beauty.

To put it simply, it was a distinctive look.

Her white face looks old-fashioned like Queen Aira, but her frown eyebrows look as strict as Mirna.

The dust on her face looks tough like Elgar, and the tip of one eyebrow raised up looks like something funny like Narmi.

Her ears were pointed like Stella.

The only difference with Stella is that her ears are relatively short compared to Stella, who has long, pointed fairy ears. It resembles that of a nymph.

“What are you looking at like that? Have you ever seen a nymph?”

Yes.

she was a nymph

But I had never heard of such a large and wonderful nymph. Are you even taller than me? It was quite surprising.

What the hell did you eat to get that big? Did you eat anything like tall mushrooms?

Totally Gigantamax Nymph.

Most of the nymphs I know were whining like little children.

Of course, including me.

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No, that’s pretty good.

“you are… .”

Various thoughts bubbled up like bubbles in my head. It was overflowing from my head, filling my mouth and about to squirt.

town.

But I kept my lips shut.

There were so many things I wanted to ask and many stories I wanted to tell.

Should I say that the ‘instinct’ brake that I was talking about here might turn into an irreversible direction and blocked my tongue?

My eyes, barely holding back, now slowly descended from her fluttering brown hair and turned to the child holding her slender legs.

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Child.

Yes, he was a child. A child with brown hair that resembles a woman. I’m probably tall enough to reach my thighs.

five years old?

He was a young boy, about five years old now. Looking at those blue eyes, anyone could roughly predict what the relationship between this woman and child would be.

Older sisters and younger brothers?

silkygoat was the goat. cry

No, no.

These two aren’t like that.

“… … .”

sush.

The child hid behind the woman, whether it was fear or shame from our gaze. The woman folds her arms as if protecting such a child and frowns.

“I don’t know who you are. It’s good not to quarrel. I’m in a bad mood right now!”

The adult nymph’s personality seemed to be quite impatient. belligerent and ferocious I used to live in Angmar’s palace, and I watched the fights between various beasts in Aira’s nightlife.

The woman’s attitude closely resembled the porcupine with thorns she had seen at that time. What I don’t like is the tendency to ask questions.

I was a little dazed by the attitude that seemed to be ready to attack us, the number of which is much higher, so I took a step back.

“that is… .”

Shh.

Then Elgar spoke so low that only me could hear it.

“This woman is pretty strong. If we fight, some of us will have to be prepared to get seriously injured.”

Even if Elgar didn’t have to tell us, we all knew it. Assessing the opponent and myself and predicting the outcome is a basic skill for fighters.

on the other way.

This great nymph that appeared before us would also have judged our abilities. You will know that if you attack us, you will also become ill.

Still, it is probably because of the child hiding behind us that is showing hostility towards us.

As I felt at the time of the Wyverns not long ago, being a mother with children sometimes becomes unbearably ferocious and tough.

phage, phage.

In a situation where tensions were rising as if a battle was about to break out at any moment, it was the nymphs who unexpectedly softened the hostility first.

“What, now that I see you, are you a half-elf? It was so sinister that it was hard to recognize.”

A nymph who traces her right eye with her finger.

I felt a new scar on my right eye.

It’s a scar that doesn’t fit the fairies.

Still, she seemed to somehow recognize that I was her own kind. As is common with nymphs who have recognized each other, in this case, the quarrel will cease.

Shh.

Then the big nymph poked his face at me. I was startled by that, and I let out a grotesque “Ouch!” and took a few steps back.

Seeing me like that, the big nymph frowned.

“what are you doing? Don’t you know how to say hello to a nymph?”

If it’s a nymph greeting.

Then Aira laughs.

“You are talking about what you did with Biernoy of Monarch City. It’s about touching each other’s foreheads. That’s how the nymphs greet you.”

It was just as Ira said. The nymphs had a strange way of greeting each other by putting their foreheads to each other.

It was a method I didn’t like very much, and Imps like Marmar forgot to greet each other by wrapping their tails instead of their foreheads.

“He’s a weird guy. His temperament is also ferocious and sullen. Even if it’s the same class-elf, my son is completely different. Isn’t it?”

swish.

The big nymph patted the boy’s hair with his relatively large palms, hiding behind his thighs. Elgar, who was looking at him, asked.

“Is your son also a half-elf like this guy?”

“okay. Is not it cute?”

It is said that otters have a habit of stamping their babies in front of everyone. Is it the same with nymphs? The big nymph held out the young half-elf in front of the girls.

Of course, the young half-elf was restless with her face blushing as if embarrassed. Elgar, who was watching it, raised her hand and poked the little boy’s cheek with his finger.

“It’s really different from the half-elves I know.”

“Lioness, look to the side. I want to touch you too.”

“… … .”

The boy trembled with his mouth shut and hid behind the big nymph again. The big nymph said as Mirna glanced at her palm.

“I must have been nervous because I was in front of pretty noonas. The kid is very shy.”

… Yeah, that sounds like a shame.

* * *

We sat in a flower garden near the temple and chatted for a while.

Because it is a place where the weather is warm forever and the pleasant scent of flowers blows, so it was great to have a conversation.

“So, after defeating the Wyvern, I met you while walking in the flower garden. It’s natural to look suspicious, right? To be honest, I still think it’s a bit suspicious.”

The nymph’s name was Trish. I thought that all the nymphs’ names would follow the naming convention ‘-Noi’, but it seems they didn’t.

Looking back, it seems like you said that your name changes depending on the season you were born. Of course, that’s not what’s important right now.

“So that’s it. Did you too come to that strange perforated sky? Defeat the Wyvern too. I was guided by the strange ghosts. So did I.”

The nymph Trish shrugged off a question he hadn’t even asked.

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No matter how tall and slender a gigantic nymph was, his chatter and flirtatious nature didn’t seem to change.

Still, my wives opened their hearts to the nymphs, perhaps thanks to their lively spring-like personality. Of course, it wasn’t just the nymph’s personality that opened up her heart, but… .

“So, are you all the wives of this half-elf? Oh my god, is that even possible? You’re a weirder guy than I thought.”

Occasionally, whenever their conversation turned towards me, I was startled, like a cat caught in the process of sneaking open a food bin and stealing its contents.

I don’t know what kind of expression I should make.

It might be good to say something.

At that time, Mirna, who was making tea by boiling hot water, handed the nymph a cup and poured the tea.

“It was called Trish. Why did you come here? Even with such a small child. To be honest, it’s not a good place to bring children.”

At Mirna’s words, everyone’s eyes turned to the face of the nymph Trish.

Then, the nymph Trish lay on her knees and stroked the forehead of the sleeping half-elf with a soft hand.

“Look at this guy. Your face is red like a tomato. I spend almost every night with a fever like this. No matter what medication I tried, it didn’t help.”

Aira, who had been keeping her mouth shut for a long time, said something.

“It’s sick. A disease that occurs when the body cannot keep up with the speed of the expanding magical power. You can tell by looking at him that he has excellent magic skills.”

“He said yes. So, I was looking for a place where time did not pass and stayed for a while. If it were here, the growth would stop even if it was that magic or something.”

The nymph’s small sigh casts a shadow on Aira’s face.

“But it’s just a moment’s pause. If you stay here, you may be in pain forever.”

“I know. it’s my child I know better than anyone. But nothing of this world can make this child well. therefore… .”

Trish, a nymph who shuts her mouth while trying to say something.

“I don’t know why I’m telling you these cheesy things in front of you guys. I need to get some wind or something.”

She took a colorful-hot breath and held the ailing half-elf in her arms, and then left for a while. Narmi said when she had some spare time.

“He was a very pretty person.”

Mirna nodded.

“i think so too. But, that’s probably not what’s important. Sir Tae-oh, that nymph is probably… . And that little half-elf… .”

Mirna vaguely blurted out whether she was trying to save her words. But we could all understand what she was trying to say. At least I did.

Stella asks.

“Is this even possible… ? No matter how twisted the time axis is… . By any chance, this meeting will change history, isn’t it?”

Then Elgar opened her mouth.

“What do you think? Have you ever met us when you were young?”

At that question, I ponder deeply.

my childhood… .

“It’s my childhood… .”