Taming The Villainesses novel Chapter 152

(EP-152.1) Aspect #5

152 – New Aspect #5

A man draped in a golden silk cloak was lost in thought.

Meanwhile, people simply watched his expression.

The middle-aged man with deeply etched lines around his eyes stroked his neatly trimmed platinum beard and finally spoke, as if he had reached a decision. _{freёweɓnovel.com}

“Let’s discuss this at the court meeting tomorrow. Now, everyone, please leave.”

At the words of Reinhardt, the court’s Prime Minister, everyone began to disperse back to where they came from.

━Finally, it’s time to leave.

━There’s overtime every day. I actually prefer when the Queen was still around.

━Hey, remember that back then, you ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ wouldn’t know when you might have to leave the world.

As the mutterings of the people faded away, the Prime Minister’s office turned calm at last.

‘It’s finally quiet.’

Reinhardt, who was tapping his finger on the luxurious ebony wood desk, had to admit that the constant chattering of the day had left him quite agitated.

“Petty bastards...”

For a man who had lived his entire life on the battlefield, the affairs of the palace were generally trivial and boring.

Dealing with self-important individuals – who liked to exaggerate mundane matters, and sycophants – who only cared about their own self-interest, was not exactly entertaining.

Seureuk.

His eyes, seeking a peace of mind, drifted from the now-dark sky outside the window and the ornate wallpaper of the Prime Minister’s office, before landing on a painting hanging on the wall.

His grown daughter and still-young son, sitting in chairs, with himself standing behind them – a quintessential family portrait.

Still, looking at it gave him strength.

The notion that he could pass on a better future to his children. It was the reason why Reinhardt managed to endure mundane days like today, time after time.

Before long, his son would sit on the throne.

Richard I (the 1st).

No, it also wouldn’t be bad to name him Lioness XVI after his ancestors who ruled the West.

Although he was but a fragile boy right now, when he grew up, he’d surely become a splendid and exhilarating young man.

He’d be beloved by people and became a knight in shining armor for women everywhere, a King of Kings.

Just like Reinhardt himself in his youth...

‘No, no.’

Reinhardt thought there might be a better analogy. In truth, Reinhardt was more of a warrior or a general than a king.

Then, a name came to mind.

A man full of confidence like a young prince, exuding the presence of a king.

“.......”

After Reinhardt made sure that no one was around, he opened the locked office drawer with a key and took out something inside.