Taming The Villainesses novel Chapter 213

(EP-213.1) #3

213 – Prophet #3

The Guide opened the door and entered the room.

“Please come in.”

The interior, adorned with a worn straw carpet on the floor, wasn’t spacious but appeared clean for someone to live in without issue.

I cautiously looked around for any traps that might be lurking, but there were none; it was just an ordinary household.

The room looked just the right size for one person to live comfortably.

Under the dangling light fixture, instead of a bed, was a blanket spread out on the floor, and on a small table next to it were stacks of pens and scrolls.

It was as unremarkable as Balan had described.

Which made it all the more peculiar...

To someone who knew nothing, they’d just pass it as an ordinary room.

But as someone who recognized how far off the rails this man was, the mundanity felt like a disguise to hide something else. I could smell it.

He then said.

“It’s been a while since we’ve gathered in one place like this.”

A while?

As far as I knew, this combination was unprecedented.

“Have all of us ever met together?”

“Ah? Sir Theo doesn’t know? I see...”

Before I could feel puzzled, the man fidgeted with something.

“I can only serve you green tea, I hope you don’t mind. I recently received a handful from the Imps’ fundraiser. I’m not very skilled, but I believe I can brew tea fairly well.”

The Guide took out two glasses.

Rough-looking at first glance, but upon closer inspection, it was antique porcelain which seemed to be more like ceramic art rather than a mere cup.

They were handmade, shaped meticulously while coated with glaze, and fired in a kiln. He then said, probably noticing my gaze on the cups.

“Ah, these cups? I made them myself. It took quite a bit of trial and error.”

‘I see.’

Bubble, bubbling-.

Using a tripod lamp, the Guide boiled water in a small kettle and poured tea into the cups in front of us.

Cheururu-.

He said it was green tea, but the liquid was red. But it was clear, so it felt like wine squeezed out of fruits. The aroma was fresh and sweet, promising a pleasant taste.

Still, I couldn’t readily put this suspicious tea in my mouth. What if it was poisoned? Having to suspect poison with every meal... What a tiresome world.

So, I jokingly asked.

“Is there poison in this tea, by any chance?”

“Should I take the first sip?”

Slurp-.

The Guide took a few small sips of the hot tea. He wanted to show that there was no poison, but my doubts remained.

Beside me, Elga spoke up.

“Is this cup safe? It could have been spiked.”

She was right.

Soon, the Guide chuckled softly.

“You’re quite cautious, Miss. It’s entirely possible. If you’re not comfortable, you don’t have to drink the tea. Actually, the tea leaves smell better than they taste.”

He maintains a strangely calm attitude.

When strangers show up unannounced at your door, people would naturally be confused or agitated. But this man lacked much of that.