Taming The Villainesses novel Chapter 342

Evenly matched.

A term used to describe a state where both sides have equal or nearly equal strength.

No phrase could be more fitting to depict the fierce battle unfolding between the two women, ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) neither yielding an inch.

Elga, fully committed to fighting at full power, was incredibly strong.

The way she pressured Aira, leaving no time to cast mana shields or chant spells, reminded me of how Reinhardt had fought against me.

A relentless assault.

It was the most basic and effective way to deal with a mage who needed time to cast spells. But two years ago, Aira was no pushover.

“How long will you keep dodging? Fight back!”

“.......”

Maybe it was just my nerves, but watching Aira evade Elga’s strikes by a hair’s breadth sent chills down my spine.

Mirna shattered that tension.

“I’m done preparing—I’ll be joining in. Sir Theo, please assist with ranged attacks.”

Mirna had scribbled black ink-like characters onto a sword she picked from the floor. Then, she went in between the fight of Elga and Aira.

“Lady Lioness, isn't that a lot of wounds after boasting?”

“What? No, I’m getting hit on purpose. Don’t you know my weapon’s ability? The more blood it absorbs, the heavier and more destructive it becomes.”

“For all that, you seem to be breathing rather heavily. I’ll help you, so let’s proceed with Plan B.”

“Plan B? Since when did we—”

Elga raised her axe high.

“—have one?!”

Kwaaaaang!

Elga slammed her massive axe into the floor at full force. The ground beneath Aira collapsed instantly, dragging her down into a dark and bottomless abyss.

Kwarururururu!

“Ugh!”

Aira exhaled sharply, stretching her hand into the air. Behind her falling body, fragments of the shattered floor floated like stepping stones.

But Mirna wasn’t about to let that slide.

“I knew you’d create footholds.”

Swish.

Mirna swung her arm, and a flurry of papers spilled out from her wide sleeves. They were talismans, each imbued with a unique effect.

Shwaaak.

However, Aira just extended her hand and tore them apart with telekinesis. No matter how intricate their magic, they were still just paper.

That was when Mirna snapped open her fan, covering half of her face.

“I knew you’d tear them. But these talismans activate when they’re torn.”

Snap, snap-snap.

The shredded talismans clung to Aira’s body, sticking to her like damp tissue on a wall.

“......!”

Aira tried to rip them away, but her face twisted in pain as she gritted her teeth.

“Ugh...!”

“These are magic-draining talismans—they’re drawn to those with strong mana. Trying to force them off will only cause you pain. This will slightly lower your mana and rank.”

Mirna chuckled behind her fan, then sent an additional barrage of talismans to completely envelop Aira.

—Paper Purgatory.

Shwarurururu-.

Aira, sealed by the colorful papers, looked like a piece of art.

Finally, the last talisman clung to her face—completely covering her eyes.

“Is that so? I didn’t notice. Anyway, we won. It was three against one—but you won’t call it cowardly, right, Aira? We did it for you, after all.” _{freēwēbηovel.c૦m}