Taming The Villainesses novel Chapter 245

(EP-245.1) Son-in-law? #5

245 – Live-in son-in-law? #5

Stella Bellhawk closed her chattering mouth and fell silent.

It was only a few seconds.

But because the conversation that had been ongoing was interrupted, it felt like a long time. Then she laughed heartily, “Puhaha!”

“Theo-kun, by qualifications, you mean that Queen’s inspector thing? To find the descendants of Angmar?”

“You could see it that way. Or not.”

“Alright, well. If you really want to hear it, where should I start? It was a long time ago, but the memories are still vivid. It was during the summer vacation.”

“Vacation?”

“Yes, a quiet time, just like now. There were few left in the adventure club. I had been practically kicked out of my home. And Isaiah, as you know...”

“He didn’t have a home.”

“That’s right.”

So, the two got along well during the break, roaming around and having a good time. Then, someone suggested going to the ‘Witch Forest,’ and they immediately went through with it.

“He was the most decisive person I’ve ever met. Once he decided on something, there’s no hesitation. So we went to the Witch Forest together.”

They faced bandits and monsters, enduring tough conditions in the forest.

However, they enjoyed their vacation in their own way, discovering ancient secrets and collecting tablets with ancient inscriptions. _{frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓}

“But one day, as we were about to leave the forest... it was the day before school started... we met a nymph.”

“A nymph?”

“Yes, it was definitely a nymph. I still remember it vividly. Chestnut hair, blue eyes... We saved her from a gang of bandits...”

“And what happened after that?”

“.......”

Stella collapsed on the table. Then I soon heard a steady snoring sound. She had fallen asleep after all that heavy drinking.

“Professor. Professor Stella. Stella Bellhawk. Hey. Kkanp.”

No matter how much I shook her, Stella showed no signs of waking up.

“Oh my, this is bad. I’ve never seen Noonim drink this much before. Shall I call for a carriage?”

The shop owner, hearing my predicament, made the following suggestion. Certainly with a carriage, I could safely take Stella home.

However, someone rushed over and whispered into the shop owner’s ear. It wasn’t a good sign. As the shop owner listened, his rough face grew even more grim.