Taming The Villainesses novel Chapter 300

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300 – Home

The little Angala said that every time I casted a great magic, my lifespan would be shortened. That statement was quite /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ shocking.

“How much of my lifespan is cut off with each spell? A month? A year?”

I wanted to know exactly how much my lifespan would be reduced whenever I used high-level magic. But Angala shook her head.

“I don’t know right now. I’ll know when I do a detailed examination. I could send my small centipedes into your ear to probe your brain, blood vessels, and magic circuits...”

... Nevermind. Just the thought was horrifying.

When I frowned, Angala clicked her tongue as if she had expected my reaction and added.

“In any case, you’re forbidden from using big spells. It will gnaw on your life and mind more than my centipedes digging into your ears.”

“I don’t think there’s anything wrong with my mind...”

“It might seem that way now. But eventually, you will face problems. Half of you belongs to that hateful Solomon. If that’s the case, it’s bound to happen.”

“Hm...”

“No, you could become something even worse. More terrible than the Demon King...”

“Worse than the Demon King?”

Instead of answering, Angala turned her head. I soon realized she was staring at the northern sky, at the massive crack that tore through it.

Cough.

Angala suddenly coughed. As blood spurted from her mouth, my hair stood on end.

But Angala simply wiped her mouth with the white sleeve of her long silk dress.

“This wound didn’t come from you. It’s an older one. A much older wound inflicted a long time ago by your father, Solomon, that still hasn’t healed.”

‘I see.’

Well, Solomon wasn’t my father, but that was not really important right now.

Solomon, the genius mage who reached Rank 10, had created a wound that continued to eat away at Angala, who was powerful enough to claim herself as an immortal.

Like a rusty iron stake lodged inside her body.

It would slowly eat her life away, wouldn’t it?

“... Are you going to die?”

Angala snorted dismissively at my question.

“You were just trying to kill me a moment ago. And now you’re worried about me? How amusing. Yes, it’s quite the wound. I’ll likely die. But still, I’ll live for a few hundred more years.”

She warned me to think about my own life.

It was strange that the centipede immortal, who had just tried to kill me, was now telling me to take care of myself. There was something almost funny about it.

She had tried to swallow me whole.

Of course, I had a vague feeling that she didn’t really want to kill me.

Perhaps it was just my imagination, but it seemed like Angala was testing my strength and abilities, as if she was throwing me into a trial to see how I would handle it.

And the result was probably a pass.

“Angala-nim, I’m not entirely sure, but I think I’ve reached the standard you were looking for. May I take the evening primrose now?”

“To save the fairy that was bitten by a centipede?”

“Yes.”

“... This has happened before. A young mage came to me, seeking what I had in order to save a fairy. I remember it vividly. His eyes were filled with despair as well.”

She suddenly began reminiscing.