Taming The Villainesses novel Chapter 442

After a brief but intense period of contemplation, I came to a conclusion.

However, before voicing my decision, I thought it would be too arbitrary to settle this matter alone.

Thus, I decided to ask the young ladies who had accompanied me to this strange place for their opinions.

"I’d like each of you to share your thoughts, if you would."

Each of the young ladies lived with her own individuality and subjective nature. I figured they would surely present opinions that I could accept with good reason.

In the past, I would have decided everything on my own.

And I would have borne the responsibility for those choices entirely by myself.

But that was precisely why I had taken five wives. Having a family meant having people you could lean on—or ask—in times of urgent need, didn’t it?

"I,"

The first to open her mouth was Mirna.

"I'm torn. But in the long history of House Draco, choices have always been unavoidable. When they introduced what could be seen as heretical arts like necromancy or black magic, I heard they wrestled with similar concerns."

Resurrecting corpses or using curses and hexes to torment others was bound to stir unease in people's hearts.

Mighty power—and the scrutiny of the world.

Torn between those two forces, House Draco, as evidenced by the Mirna-Narmee sisters, ultimately chose power.

"And I'm sure our father had to make a choice too. Whether to let Narmee and me merge into one... Had he not, one of us would probably have died."

One of them might have died if Mirna and Narmee had not been born into a single body? That was a story I felt like I was hearing for the first time.

As if reading my mind, Mirna continued speaking.

"I’ve never told you about this. But it’s true. Narmee and I were absorbing each other inside the womb. If it had gone on like that, both of us would have been in danger."

Mirna did not elaborate further.

But from her words, I could tell that the fact they were born as strange twins was not simply the result of some mad necromantic experiment, but the outcome of deep deliberation and choice.

Mirna said,

"If it were me, I think... I would save the child's life."

At that, Ayra let out a long, curious hum, "Hmmm?"

"Mirna, I thought you would insist, stubbornly, that we mustn’t sacrifice others for selfish reasons."

"There’s no guarantee someone else would actually be sacrificed, is there? The world isn’t the same as it used to be. Even without magic or mana, humans won’t necessarily fall prey to monsters."

Stella chimed in to support her.

"That's true. There’s been a lot of research on monsters over the years. Our population is large. Weapon-making techniques and tactics have also advanced. Even if we lose magicians now, civilization won't collapse."

Shff.

Stella pulled something out from the waistband of her pants. It was a long, thin cylindrical object, about the size of a human finger, gleaming yellow.

"There's stuff like this, after all."

It was a bullet.

I didn’t need to ask where she got it. It was obvious she must have snagged one from Fallen Village, the scavengers’ base.

Spinning the bullet lightly between her fingers, Stella said,

"If mass production becomes possible, magicians could be completely replaced—and then some. Bellhawk has plenty of technology, money, and talent. So, I’m in favor too."

"I'm in favor too!"

Narmee threw her hand up in the air.

"I don't have any special reason!"

She said she didn't have any particular reason.

"If I had to give a reason... it just feels meaningful, you know? When else would I get to experience something like this? I want to see the ends of the sky with my own two hands, my own two feet."

Narmee clenched her hand tightly into the empty air. It was such a typical Narmee thought process that I didn’t feel the need to ask further. Now, it seemed only Elga and Ayra were left.

Ayra spoke up.

"If it’s all right, I’d like to speak after hearing Elga's opinion."

All eyes now turned to Elga. Elga was simply sitting heavily on an old stone pillar, wearing a gloomy expression. But once it was her turn, she slowly lifted her head.

"I..."

Even Elga, who always made decisions boldly, seemed hesitant this time. After all, she was one of the people directly involved in the choice. The burden must be enormous.

After a short but heavy silence, Elga let out a small sigh.

"Whatever I choose, I feel like I’ll regret it. So... if I'm going to regret it either way, I’ll do what I want. I'll see it too—the end of the sky."

Shff.

Elga brushed off her backside and stood up with newfound determination and strength. Now, only Ayra’s opinion remained.

Ayra casually said,

"We already have a majority. My opinion isn’t really necessary."

It was a slightly different attitude from the one she usually took, where she led the charge in pushing her opinions forward. Because of that, we were all a little surprised. Finally, upon hearing the now-unified decision, the Saint sighed.

"You’re all nothing short of villains."

Villains.

Perhaps finding that label hilarious, someone let out a snicker. Soon after, everyone joined in, breaking into peals of laughter.

Of course, the Saint frowned and said,

"What’s so funny?"

But there was no sign of the laughter dying down.

To make such selfish choices at a pivotal moment weighing the fate of the world—and to laugh about it afterward—yes, it was only natural to call us villains.

But when I thought about it more, these women had always been villains.

The villainous young ladies of my story.

They had merely made the selfish choice that suited them best.

Realizing that, I couldn’t help but laugh too.

Taming villainous young ladies?

It had been an impossible idea from the very beginning.

***

I placed my hand against the Saint's forehead, as if performing a benediction.

Immediately, I began to feel a surge of intense power flooding into me. What entered my body was not just power, but authority—and a concept itself.

「Agares: High-Rank Word Command Sorcery. Grants force to all spoken language. Greatly enhances understanding of letters and words. The higher the caster’s hierarchy, the greater the effect.」

The second-ranked sorcery, Agares, which Saint Priga had sealed within her body, had a simple effect. As the Saint had explained, it likely allowed one to imbue their words with “power” and forcibly influence others.

And instinctively, I understood that using Agares would also strengthen the effects of magical spells and incantations.

Currently, I had roughly reached a hierarchy of about 7.5.

Saint Priga started to speak but then closed her mouth. She must have her own share of circumstances and worries. But we didn’t have the leisure to listen to them. freewēbnoveℓ.com

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