Taming The Villainesses novel Chapter 314

(EP-314.2) Afterstory of the South #4

314 – Afterstory of the South Wall #4

Mirna seemed ready to set aside what had already happened and focus on planning for the future—a remarkably constructive and forward-thinking approach. She definitely deserved a perfect score as the main wife!

“A plan, huh...”

Stella, too, appeared to take Mirna’s serious question to heart, and after a moment’s thought, she responded.

“You’re diligent, Mirna-yang. Yes, as you said, a life without any plan isn’t freedom but mere indulgence. I’ve had plenty of time beyond the wall to think about how I want to live.”

Stella had a plan?

Said woman then continued.

“This time, I’ve already transferred all of Bellhawk’s assets under my name. Even with a long elf’s life, it’s more money than I could ever use. I’m going to spend it all lavishly with Theo-kun.”

... Really.

That was... a great plan!

I’d never heard of such a perfect plan in my life.

Apparently, Mirna felt the same, as she looked completely shocked, like a cat tasting salt for the first time. It was rare to see that expression on Mirna’s face.

Then she rubbed her forehead.

“If we keep talking, I think I’ll end up losing my sanity. Let’s leave it at this for today. We’ll talk more tomorrow.”

With that, it seemed our conversation came to a close.

Or at least, I wanted to think so.

* * *

We stayed in an annex near the Sandora City Hall. A lavish room, perceptive servants—a noble lifestyle with nothing to envy.

Laziness oozed from my body like honey.

Of course, I was someone who knew how to discipline myself before giving in to sloth.

Not wanting to waste this rare silence, I sat cross-legged on the bed and began meditating.

If meditation as a mage involved focusing inward and descending into the subconscious, this time, I focused outward. Toward the world that laid beyond my thin layer of skin.

The clean sheets, the sounds drifting in from beyond the window.... _{freeweɓnovel.cѳm}

Tak, tak.

Soon, I sensed footsteps approaching. A neat and composed stride, carrying a feeling of resolve and solemnity.

“Lady Mirna....”

I addressed the woman behind the door. A startled expression crossed her face as she entered.

“How did you know?”

“I’d never fail to recognize your footsteps, Lady Mirna. Right now, I feel as though I could recognize you even if your appearance were entirely different.”

“Hmph, that glib tongue of yours...”

“So, what brings you here?”

“It’s about Professor Stella. Sir Theo still hasn’t talked about it, have you?”

Mirna glanced around my room, looking somewhat anxious. Likely because of the sensitive nature of our talk. She must be asking if I’d told Stella that I was the son of Isaiah Gospel.

“I haven’t said anything yet. It’s not exactly an easy topic to bring up.”