Taming The Villainesses novel Chapter 244

(EP-244.2) Son-in-law? #4

244 – Live-in son-in-law? #4

I also felt much more comfortable at a place like this. There was no need to stand on ceremony and you could simply relax; assuming no one picked a fight.

“Hello.”

At that moment, a burly man with a grim face approached me. For a second, I thought he was an ogre, but despite his intimidating, scarred, one-eyed face, he was human.

Was he looking for trouble?

Just as I ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ was thinking that, the man smiled and said.

“Long time no see, Noonim. Have you been having fun? Here to sell some goods?”

“No, I’m a customer today. Give me the usual.”

“Hehe, leave it to me.”

So, he was the owner.

He served grilled pork trotters and an iced drink. It smelled like green grapes, with a very slight but bitter alcohol scent.

“That guy has always made a killer highball. Give it a try.”

“Sorry, but I don’t drink.”

“Really? That’s a shame. It’s delicious.”

“I get drunk just from the smell.”

“From the smell?”

There was a certain rhythm to conversations, especially at a drinking table where the flow of conversation became quite important.

However, whenever I mentioned that I couldn’t drink, it often disrupted this rhythm.

Decent people usually respond with, “Ah, that’s okay,” and move on. But with Stella, I was a bit nervous since she might insist on me drinking.

Surprisingly, she accepted it without any fuss.

“I knew someone like that. Couldn’t handle alcohol at all. The funny guy would get drunk just from the smell—.”

Stella’s expression seemed to drift into a moment of reminisce.

* * *

The food was simply delicious. Honestly, meat dipped in sauce was good no matter how you eat it.

“It’s tasty.”

“If it wasn’t good, I wouldn’t have brought you here.”

We had a casual chat as we ate. Surprisingly, it flowed quite naturally.

“So the hypothesis that dinosaurs had feathers is gradually being dismissed. Now, what’s capturing the scholars’ attention are bioluminescent dinosaurs.”

“I see.”

As I listened to her talk about dinosaurs, I was surprised that the conversation was actually interesting.

Perhaps it was because Stella Bellhawk was still a ‘professor,’ or because she was a long-lived elf with a wealth of random knowledge. The range of our conversation was broad.

It had been a while since I experienced such effortless dialogue, making it easy for me to bring up any topic.

It was more ordinary than I expected.