Taming The Villainesses novel Chapter 210

(EP-210.2) Summer #8

210 – Cold Summer #8

It was just Aira and me now.

There had been many occasions when we spent time alone together.

Thinking about it now, I wondered what conversations we had, what expressions and gestures we exchanged.

Aira was the first to speak.

“Theo, you know I didn’t send any assassins, right? If I truly wanted to get rid of you, I wouldn’t have gone through such hassle.”

That was pretty convincing.

“Also, I am not leisurely enough to interrupt your vacation. Theo, you know that, don’t you?”

“Vacation?”

“Yes.”

“Are you saying I was on vacation?”

“Yes, I told you to leave the room.”

“But you said to never show my face again.”

“... I didn’t say that. Don’t make me into a liar.”

Indeed, she didn’t exactly say it. She just hinted at that sort of sentiment.

Come to think of it, Aira never explicitly said I was fired or that I should quit. She just ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) told me to leave, and then, never─ before trailing off.

Was it all just my imagination?

No, I know it wasn’t. Aira was just trying to brush it off.

Aira continued.

“I gave you a vacation to cool your head, which seems to have overheated. So that you can reflect and apologize.”

Aira sounded very confident saying that. As if she had done nothing wrong and I was solely responsible for apologizing.

“I am a charitable Queen, Theo. If you sincerely repent and apologize, I am willing to bestow generosity~.”

“You’d forgive me?”

“Yes. If you repent for what you’ve done and swear not to repeat such actions.”

“But, I... think I’ll do the same thing regardless. Aira-nim, I heard that you fainted again.”

A chill swept through the room. Sure enough, ice was forming on the glass of water on the table. It felt like absolute zero.

But even colder was Aira’s voice.

“... How dare you reject my offer. You wretched didn’t even bother sending a single letter on your vacation. I was even willing to forgive you with great leniency─”

Aira fumed. But there was something from this exchange that had been nagging at me.

“Letters? You didn’t receive my letters?”

“You sent letters?”

“Didn’t I send several messenger pigeons last night?”

“I didn’t receive them...”

Did the pigeons go astray somewhere along the way? In an era of letters, things could go wrong in ways unimaginable with smartphones.

“I see.”

I had a vague idea. Perhaps the new aide on Aira’s side had intercepted the letters.

And it was probably them who sent the assassins. Logically, there weren’t many who could benefit from sowing discord between me and Aira.