Taming The Villainesses novel Chapter 329

The entourage from Monarch City had finally arrived at the northern city of Sandora.

The procession, led by the queen and her distinguished guests, resembled a grand triumphal march, with an overwhelming number of carriages, soldiers, and knights passing through the city gates.

Crowds flocked like cotton candy to witness the spectacle. The knights’ armor gleamed in silver and gold, while the flags carried high by the bearers fluttered majestically in the northern winds. Even for someone like me, accustomed to such sights, the grandeur was truly awe-inspiring.

━Has Her Majesty the Queen arrived?

━I wonder what she looks like.

For ordinary people, a chance to catch a glimpse of Aira, reputed to be the most beautiful woman in the kingdom, was a rare lifetime opportunity.

And as if to prove this point, crowds of people kept on coming.

I managed to squeeze my way through and secured a relatively good spot near the front. Soldiers soon lined up on either side, maintaining order among the Sandora citizens.

Shhhh.

A crimson carpet was unfurled beside a halting carriage.

━Bow your heads and show your respect! Her Majesty Queen Aira, Tarantera VIII, approaches!

At the knight’s booming proclamation, adorned with a feathered helm, the crowd began to kneel one by one, bowing their heads. I also knelt lightly.

Thud, creak.

Finally, the carriage door opened, revealing first a pair of pristine white shoes and stockings. For a moment, her smooth legs drew audible gasps from the people.

“Sandora... it has been quite some time.”

A voice as clear as a crystal stream carried effortlessly over the murmuring crowd.

I instinctively raised my head, allowing myself to catch a glimpse of Queen Aira, who was as radiant and resplendent as an ice flower blooming in the summer.

━She’s even more beautiful than the rumors said.

━Truly befitting royalty! She’s so sophisticated and elegant—nothing like the girls from Sandora.

━She looks like the former lord, Isabelle-nim.

━Well, of course. She’s her granddaughter.

Half-closed, languid eyes.

Lips as delicate as lotus petals.

Skin smooth and pale as white porcelain, and hair as dark as ebony. Looking at her harmonious and flawless appearance, anyone would instinctively hold their breath.

I was no exception.

Somehow, seeing her felt both pleasant and a bit strange. It had been several weeks since I had seen Aira. It seemed like she had been doing well without me.

I felt a sense of pride, yet also a vague tinge of longing.

Was she fine without me now?

As Aira’s gaze casually swept around her, she turned toward the carriage and called out.

“What are you doing, Elganes? You should get down.”

“Wait a second! I’m wearing sandals. Why does it have so many straps—Alright, done!”

Shuffle, shuffle.