Taming The Villainesses novel Chapter 347

Bael said:

“This world reshapes itself once every thousand years. New rules emerge. What’s been accumulated is wiped away in a massive upheaval.”

It sounded like a story that would go on for quite a while.

Theo kept his guard up, thinking this might be a trick—or an attempt to confuse and deceive him.

But Bael continued her story regardless of how wary he was.

“This world originally belonged to the fairies and great beasts. Gigantic animals roamed freely, and fairies and spirits would sing to the world from every little spring.”

Bael waved her hand through the air as if wiping a blackboard with an eraser. The sunlit tea-party scenery flickered, and new images overlaid it.

What appeared were massive deer and squirrels, large enough to look up at in awe. They drank from shimmering pools, where fairies sat half-submerged, chatting away.

Theo could understand that what he was seeing was a vision of a long-forgotten past. A time before the world belonged to humans.

“But twilight came to this world, too.”

Swish, swish.

With another wave of her hand, the peaceful springs turned blood-red. The surroundings caught fire. Fairies screamed, and beasts began dying—corpses piling up.

It was a vision of total chaos. It looked like war.

The heat of the flames, the acrid smoke, and the metallic tang of blood felt terrifyingly real in his nostrils.

Theo grimaced and tried to look away from the gruesome scene. That was when Bael spoke.

“You probably don’t want to see this—but you should. Because what you’re about to bring upon this world... will look just like this.”

“Me?”

“Yes. I thought Queen Aira was the key. But watching the world through her, I realized—the final fragment is you.”

“The final fragment?”

One incomprehensible idea flowed into another. Like the mythical serpent that grew two heads for every one cut off, asking one question only led to two more.

It might have been Bael’s intent all along.

To draw him into this endless philosophical babble and then, when he let his guard down, sink her teeth into his throat.

She had betrayed Solomon—so it wouldn’t be strange if she betrayed Theo, too. Not that there was ever trust between them to begin with.

Trying to take control of the conversation, Theo said coolly:

“Your words are too obscure. Explain it so I can actually understand.”

Bael let out a small sigh.

With another wave of her hand, the burning scenery vanished, and the peaceful garden tea party returned.

“After the Nymph died, Solomon began studying life and death. And eventually, he realized something. No one can overcome death—not even an era itself.”

The death of an era.

According to Bael, the Demon King Solomon, in his studies of death, came to understand that not only humans and animals, but also eras and even the world itself, had lifespans—and would inevitably perish.

The lifespan of an era: about a thousand years.

Every millennium, the world underwent a massive shift. _{freewёbn૦νeɭ.com}

“That war you showed earlier—that was one of those shifts.”

“Exactly. Now you’re starting to understand. A thousand years ago, the world belonged to the fairies. But then, a wholly foreign concept disrupted everything. That concept is now what we call a god.”

“You mean the God of Scorching Flame?”