Taming The Villainesses novel Chapter 272

(EP-272.1) #4

272 – Reconciliation #4

I knew nothing about swords or martial arts.

However, through many near-death experiences, I could tell that Reinhardt’s swordsmanship was extremely cold and ruthless.

There was no emotion in his continuous swings. It was as if he were butchering an animal, his movements remained clean and efficient, with no unnecessary actions— showing pure professionalism.

Reinhardt’s power, and perhaps the source of it, came from this coldness. So, to create even the smallest opening in his movements, I decided to shake him up.

Trash-talking was something I could be confident in.

“It’s not a lie. Lady Elga is not alone right now.”

Crack.

I could almost hear the sound of a large vein popping on Reinhardt’s forehead in response to my declaration. It seemed he hadn’t heard about Elga’s pregnancy from her.

He asked.

“... Who is the child’s father?”

“You’re trying to kill him right now! If you kill me here, the child will grow up without a father. Or—”

“......”

“Or will you kill the child too for carrying the Demon King’s blood? Or perhaps you’ll exile them to some remote countryside?”

The Lioness family was bound by stronger familial love than any other family. From the start, it was common to have many wives and a large number of half-siblings.

Family bonds and brotherhood were emphasized as the fundamental elements that kept their household intact. I decided to sow the seeds of ‘choice’ in Reinhardt’s mind.

Elga’s child.

What would happen when the child got born?

My plan seemed to work quite effectively, as Reinhardt, who had been relentlessly attacking, stopped moving and fell silent.

“.......”

That was it!

I took advantage of that brief pause and began preparing a powerful spell.

“Come forth—!”

I reached high into the sky, and birds from all around flew in to grasp my shoulders. As my body rose into the air, I started casting the spell.

—End of Hope, False Hell!

Crackle—!

A black lightning bolt erupted from the sharp tip of the imp tail wand, flying straight towards Reinhardt.

However, Reinhardt just leisurely responded, “Were you trying to make me lower my guard?” He casually swung his sword, deflecting the spell. With that, my Rank 6 magic, False Hell, fell helplessly to the ground. _{freёwebnovel.com}

Reinhardt’s lips twisted as he watched.

“It’s not very powerful. For a spell you prepared by luring me into a false sense of security with your sly words, it’s rather underwhelming. Did you make a mistake?”

“You deflected it, as expected. That must mean you’re confident in both your sword and your skills. But thanks to that, I survived.”

“What...?”

Reinhardt looked down at his feet in confusion. He seemed to realize what effect my spell had, but it was already too late.

The sand beneath his feet began to crumble, and his body began to tilt and be sucked into an endless pit.

“I lured you to the training ground because there’s plenty of sand here!”

Ssssss—

It was like an antlion’s hole swallowing an ant.

“This pit...!”

Reinhardt struggled to free himself from the sand’s grasp, but the more he thrashed, the deeper his limbs sank into the pit.

In just a little while, he would be trapped deep within the sand, completely sealed, unable to move a single finger.

“Had I used magic on the ground from the start, you would have surely noticed and found a way to counter it.”

“... So, you used me?”

Ssshhh, ssshhh.