Taming The Villainesses novel Chapter 289

(EP-289.2) Depression #2

289 – Fairy’s Depression #2

Stella said.

“This forest is long filled with witches who were exiled or fled. There are many souls of witches who went mad while researching taboos.”

Terrifying...

In this world where necromancy existed, souls and ghosts were very much a reality. So hearing ghost stories couldn’t just be dismissed lightly.

“Well, I’m more afraid of wild beasts than ghosts. A forest this big has its masters.”

Seuk.

Stella, holding a torch, knelt down. In front of her was a deep paw print.

... The problem was that it was about the size of my torso. How could it be this big!?

“Tartarus wolf. Judging by the size of the print, it’s about three or four meters long.”

A wolf that was 3 to 4 meters long!?

The thought of such a creature roaming the forest was quite unsettling... It seemed Stella felt the same, as she lightly shook off her hands and said.

“We might be better off spending the night in the forest. Tartarus wolves hunt in packs. It’ll become a hassle if medium-sized ones swarm in.”

When it came to forests and beasts, Stella was a professional. I decided to quietly follow the expert’s advice.

If there was one thing I managed to learn as a novice politician in Angmar, it was that when you listened to experts, you’d at least make it halfway through.

“I saw a shack on the way here. It looks like a place the forest keeper abandoned. It’s nearby, so let’s go there.”

“Okay. I’m sorry for causing such trouble.”

“No need for apologies between us. We all inconvenience each other sometimes.”

Stella turned out to be more easygoing than I expected. Even if it was just an act, she seemed to be tolerant of others’ mistakes, perhaps because she had lived a life of trouble.

I almost doubted whether this was the same Stella who once made me kneel before her.

“There it is, the shack.”

As we continued walking, a shack shrouded in darkness came into view. It was more of a dilapidated ruin than a shack, with holes in the roof and missing windows.

Still, the fact that it had walls and a space to shelter us offered some comfort. It was better than being out in the open, and I wasn’t in a position to complain.

Creak-.

When we opened the door, the inside was filled with thick dust.

I waved my hand through the cobwebs hanging all over and kicked aside some stones and debris on the floor.

The place wasn’t large, just a few square meters in size, like most shacks. There was even a single bed—likely a space where someone once lived alone.

Creak, gieeek.

Stella started rummaging through the shelves of the hut like an adventurer on a search.

“It looks like the forest keeper used to live here. There are still plates and bowls left behind. There’s even a fork and knife. If we look around, we might find some supplies we can use for camping.”

As she said, there were a few remaining items like matches and oil on the shelves. Even though it was summer, the northern nights were quite chilly, so we decided to light a fire in the old stove to warm ourselves.

Whoosh—.

The fire lit up.

Only then was I able to take a proper look at the place. A bed. Shelves. A table. And a closet. Something about it felt oddly familiar.

Seeing me frown, Stella, with a flushed red face, asked. _{freēwēbηovel.c૦m}