Taming The Villainesses novel Chapter 24

(EP-24.2) Angmar #4

024 – Peaceful Angmar #4

There were existences called ‘assassins’.

For some reason, theirs was a legitimate job where they would secretly kill a specific person.

I didn’t know if it was okay to call such an eerie profession a ‘job’, but the concept of contract assassins actually existed in this world.

Young children even proudly wrote ‘Assassin’ in, ‘what do you want to be when you grow up?’

As a matter of fact, in the novel, the Villain Hunter Party suffered from several assassin attacks throughout the story.

However, if I had to pick the most memorable assassin, it would be none other than Death Stalker.

Death Stalker...

The name might sound very cringe-worthy, but it was actually derived from a species of desert scorpion.

As the name suggested, this assassin kept scorpions as pets and mainly used poison to kill.

In the original story, the priest of the main character’s party would be secretly approached and injected with poison, which drove them to the point of death. In response to this, the fired up comment section started a crusade with mottos such as ‘[email protected] and kill that b¡tch!’.

Thanks to that, this knowledge was imprinted in my brain.

Following my memory, I trod the deep waters of Monarch City, heading to the stinky and disgusting dark nook.

“Where can I find the apothecary?”

“There, head over there. It is your first time in the underground market, isn’t it? Be careful not to get hit in the back.”

I had been here before. However, it was my first time visiting this person, so it was quite difficult to find the way.

Soon, a wooden door with a potion symbol was spotted. I knocked it with a tense feeling, and a voice sounded from the inside.

━Who is it? The pharmacy is closed for the day. Come back tomorrow.

“But shouldn’t the side business start now?”

At my question, the voice turned quiet.

Seureuk. Jolkok.

Giiiik.

━Come in...

After that, the door slowly opened inward.

From the inside, an unknown smoke started floating beneath my feet, smelling like an amalgamation of mixtures being boiled.

I think there was such a description in the novel as well.

Slowly, I entered the shop.

I was greeted by the sight of a woman in a long black, coat-like robe, who was looking at me coldly through her glasses. She also looked like a model.

I supposed you could say that she was close to 30? Well, she certainly looked older than Elga and Aira, and gave the feeling of a mature beauty.

This person was Death Stalker. Pharmacist by day, assassin by night.

“Where’s your companion?”

Her red eyes twinkled through the glasses. I shook my head at her question.

“I had none. If I come with someone, wouldn’t you reject my request?”

Of course, there were hidden guards waiting outside. Lying was, after all, one of the things I was good at.

The woman looked around and said.

“It seems that you’ve done your research. Then this would speed things up. Who do you want to kill?”

“You’re not asking who I am?”

“It doesn’t matter. Only the pay and the target do.”

So we would just proceed without any other verification process? While I was feeling a little puzzled, Death Stalker pointed to the sofa.

“Have a seat, you seem to have a long story. I’ll bring you some tea.”

Dalgak, dalgak.