Taming The Villainesses novel Chapter 217

(EP-217.1) Wedding in the Forest # 4

217 – Wedding in the Witch Forest #4

“I know you too. You’re a clown, aren’t you?”

Even though she was dressed differently.

Even with the changes in her mood and demeanor, I could still recognize her. She was undoubtedly the 17 years old Aira, attending her sister Anise’s wedding.

She then entered the tent with a bundle in her hand, circling around me like a curious cat discovering a stranger.

Her bare feet move silently, making no sound.

“You’re tall. I think you’re the tallest clown I’ve ever seen.”

Well, I suppose so.

Aira herself was slender like a model, but she was still shorter than the original me.

Being 187cm tall was one of my few sources of pride.

What surprised me, though, was that Aira didn’t recognize me.

Well, wasn’t that a given?

I had a different face from the half-fairy Theo Gospel, and I was also wearing a weird clown costume.

Either that or the Aira here had completely reverted back to her 17-year-old self, and didn’t even remember a man called ‘Theo Gospel’.

Yeah, that was a possibility.

Anyway.

She was lusher than I expected from a 17-year-old.

If the 20-year-old Aira was like a fully bloomed flower, then currently, she looked like a bud. Yes, a bud. There was no other way to describe Aira more than that.

It felt as if the slightest poke would spread the refreshing dew of the flower petals—blooming brightly. It was youthful and lovely.

“Hey, say something.”

Circle, circle-.

Her continuous circling around me made it seem like she was interested. This huge difference from the 20-year-old Queen Aira made a discrepancy akin to a big wall in my head....

“Are you mute?”

Was I not scary?

Approaching a stranger without any caution like this. It reminded me of the cat outside the orphanage.

It was a curious fellow without any sense of wariness toward people, before someone played a prank and hurt it with a stone.

It would chase after everyone who walked by. It didn’t know people were scary. Aira seemed to be like that too. Actually, she was closer to the original Aira.

I cleared my throat, which had been momentarily blocked, and asked.

“Are you not afraid?”

Suddenly, I felt conscious with my voice. I guessed my voice was originally this thick? I didn’t sound stupid, did I?

But Princess Aira didn’t care about such things.

“Why should I be afraid? You’re a clown. Clowns are funny folks. Well then, see you later!”

Aira waved her hand and stepped outside the tent. Watching her back, I thought.

‘I see.’

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