Taming The Villainesses novel Chapter 290

(EP-290.2) Depression #3

290 – Fairy’s Depression #3

Pareureu-.

Stella twitched and got up from the floor—slightly lifting the clothes draped over the window, peeking outside.

“What are you doing?”

“I felt eyes.”

Her intuition was sharp.

It was definitely dangerous to look into someone else’s information recklessly.

Still, thanks to that, I learned a lot about Stella.

Although most of it was what I had roughly expected, there was always a difference between seeing and not.

Crackle, crackle.

And so, we passed the time in the shack.

I hoped that something suggestive might happen to make it easier to approach Stella, but there were no signs that things would head in that direction.

Maybe I should just recover my strength.

....

“Theo-kun, wake up. It’s morning.”

Wait, didn’t I just close my eyes for a moment? How was it already morning? I must have been really exhausted...

And so, the morning arrived.

We finished our preparations to return to Sandora and head up to Wall Clarice.

The bulwark between civilization and barbarism. The frontline facing the Demon King’s dark force. Just thinking about going there made my heart race a little.

Mirna sat across from me in the carriage.

Was I riding alone with Mirna?

“Sir Theo, I’m glad to see you’re doing well.”

“Ah, yes...”

While giving an appropriate reply, I carefully observed Mirna’s expression. After all, I had heard that things weren’t going well between her and Professor Balan yesterday.

Professor Balan was responsible for the death of Mirna’s family. Even though she was rampaging uncontrollably as an Ars Nova... the outcome couldn’t be undone.

“While Sir Theo ran off on his own, I met with Professor Balan.”

─It’s finally come.

I felt a slight dizziness with that feeling. I couldn’t predict what Mirna would bring up.

I prepared myself to listen to whatever she had to say, trying to remain calm.

Just as her lips parted slightly as if she had much to complain about, Mirna slowly turned her gaze toward the carriage window.

In the brief moment of awkward silence, I had the chance to admire her delicate eyelashes and pale cheeks. She was beautiful—a thought that just crossed my mind.

“I’m confused. I don’t know what I should do.”

“.......”

Mirna began speaking with a sense of difficulty. It was like an honest confession. If I were to argue with her in this situation, it would be nothing more than gaslighting.

In the past, I might have done just that...

But I didn’t want to repeat such an act to Mirna, who had forgiven me. So, I stayed silent. How Mirna interpreted my silence, I didn’t know, though she added a few more words.

If Mirna did that, would I have any right to stop her? But she wasn’t finished. _{freeweɓnovēl.coɱ}