Taming The Villainesses novel Chapter 323

Narmi was outside the restaurant, scuffing the ground lightly with her foot.

The sandals she had just bought was getting dirty, but she didn’t seem to care much.

It would be nice to just watch her for a while, but Mirna was waiting inside the shop and it felt like a luxury I couldn’t afford.

“Lady Narmi, let’s go back inside. If you catch a cold, your condition might worsen.”

At my words, Narmi looked up at my face.

“How’s my sister doing?”

“Lady Mirna?”

“She’s not in great shape either, is she? She seems to be trying to hide it. But can she hide that from me, someone who’s been with ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ her all her life?”

So Narmi was already aware of Mirna’s poor condition.

Well, that made sense.

As she said, they’ve spent their entire lives together. Even when apart, they would naturally sense how the other was doing.

“She’s just looking down on me. Does she really think I wouldn’t notice? How can she not understand people so much?”

As if waiting for this moment, Narmi began venting her frustrations about her sister. It wasn’t easy to chime in, so I just stood there, listening silently. Her rant showed no signs of ending.

“She’s against everything I try to do. And then, she doesn’t even ask my opinion about the things she wants to do. She decides everything by herself, from the clothes she wears to the food she eats.”

She had a lot of complaints.

If someone gave me the chance to vent about Aira or Elga, I could easily talk for hours.

And there’s probably as much to say between Mirna and Narmi as the length of their lives. But I can’t keep listening like this.

Seizing the brief moment when Narmi paused to pick her next story, I decided to interject.

“So, what does Lady Narmi plan to do?”

“Me?”

“You know very well that if you keep staying apart, both of you will only get worse. You might regret this later.”

“Theo, you’re right. If we keep on like this, we might die.”

Die?

The thought of Narmi, someone I’ve grown close to, dying—it didn’t feel real. But recalling the moment when she coughed up blood, it wasn’t just an empty statement.

“But Theo, maybe... maybe dying like that is exactly what my sister and I have always dreamed of.”

“Dreaming of death? I don’t quite understand.”

“Think about it. One day, we’ll grow old or sick, slowly facing death. Two people sharing one body, meeting their end together. The one whose consciousness is in control would feel death approaching, but...”

“The other wouldn’t realize it.”

“I want to die as Narmi. My sister probably feels the same. I don’t want to meet my end as someone’s shadow.”

I could somewhat understand.

I wasn’t that different from Narmi and Mirna. If I die now, people would mourn the death of the half-elf Theo Gospel, or maybe they would clap their hands and say good riddance.