Taming The Villainesses novel Chapter 373

I’d heard the saying before:

“Even in the midst of war, children are born.”

It’s something people say when trying to express how hope can still blossom even in the most desperate moments.

Or perhaps to imply that bringing a child into the world doesn’t require a particular time or place.

But watching the scene unfolding before me now, I had to admit—I had misunderstood what that phrase truly meant.

—“The resistance is too fierce!”

—“Somebody take out those damn monsters on the wall!”

The battlefield I witnessed with my own eyes was far more violent and chaotic than anything I had ever imagined.

Compared to this, the war scenes I’d seen in films or stories were like the difference between a live fish and a slab of sushi—utterly incomparable.

Raw and unfiltered.

Break, destroy, defeat, survive. It was as though people had regressed into wild beasts, governed by instinct alone.

In the face of such desperation—

In the moment just before death—

Wanting to leave behind a child who carries your genes... maybe that’s simply a natural instinct.

Which is why, even in war, children are born.

“The defense is tougher than expected. And what are you staring off into space for?”

“......”

Maybe that’s why Elga, in the midst of all this heightened sensory chaos, looked even more vibrant to me. Had she always been this full of life?

Not just Elga—Mirna, Narmee, and Stella also seemed to radiate more brilliance than usual in this chaotic scene.

Swish.

Arms crossed, Elga said,

“Let’s fall back a little. If we get much closer, we might get caught in the heat. It’s better to stay behind the shield units.”

We stopped staring up at °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° the fortress walls and took a moment to talk about what we were feeling.

Aside from Elga, who had spent much of her life on the battlefield, and long-lived Stella, we were all total novices when it came to war.

“It’s more disorderly than I expected. Are all sieges like this?”

To Mirna’s observation and question, Elga responded,

“This is actually not that bad. There are more competent folks on our side than I thought. Usually, both sides end up in total disarray in siege warfare.”

At her words, I looked toward the ladders draped over the walls. The ones climbing them now were all what you’d call elite.

This was the first northern push in decades—of course they’d gathered the best of the best to break through.

—“That Punchnoi will be the first to plant the flag on the wall...! Sweet punch!”

KA-BOOM!

—“That guy’s tougher than I thought!”

—“We can’t fall behind! Let’s go!”

Still, the monsters packed along the fortress wall weren’t pushovers either.

Having evolved in the isolated, Galápagos-like north beyond the great barrier, these monsters had grown beyond our expectations.

—“Human. Death. Liberation.”

Especially that multi-headed, Asura-like creature—it was no ordinary beast. Its blade-like arms tore through soldiers, a completely different level of threat.

—“What the hell is that monster?!”

—“There’s a unique specimen on the wall! Everyone, stay sharp!”

Even a novice like me could tell this siege was a close contest. At this rate, reclaiming the fortress before sunset seemed unlikely.

Stella commented,

“Doesn’t look like we’ll take the fortress today. Traditionally, sieges last for weeks or even months—starve them out, wear them down.”

Her words reminded me of countless war films. I remembered hearing that breaching a fortress takes far more troops and supplies than defending one.

You’d wait until their supplies ran dry and their morale collapsed, then strike.

But Elga shook her head.

“Professor, that only applies when you don’t have a mage. We’ve got a big one.”

As soon as she finished speaking, the armored shield-bearers parted. Down the newly opened path appeared a figure clad in light armor.

Ayra.

“I’ll use siege magic. Everyone, clear the area.”

BWOOOOOO—!

Ayra’s command echoed through the battlefield on the backs of horns and drums. The soldiers and adventurers who had been scaling the walls began to descend and pull back one by one.

—7th-rank Fallen-Helios.

As Ayra chanted, crimson orbs began to appear between the clouds above. It looked like the end of the world.

Was this what the dinosaurs felt when they looked up at the sky before extinction?

Fweeeee—KA-BOOM!

The fiery globes fell from the sky with a whistle, crashing into the fortress walls and beyond with thunderous blasts.

When one of the fragments flew toward us, Narmee caught the smoldering piece in her hand and cried out,

“It’s burning hail! Burning hail is falling from the sky!”

Just as she said, what rained from above was burning hail. Like meteors or fireworks, it scattered through the air, painting the sky—though it wasn’t even noon yet.

Everyone stood there, speechless, just staring up at the scene.

—“So that’s the power of a grand mage... No need for siege engines at this rate.”

—“It’s a weird thing to say right now, but it really looks beautiful—like stars falling from the sky.”

—“It’s super effective. The monsters are dropping like flies.”

I agreed with them.

Beautiful, dazzling, and deadly.

Maybe that was Ayra’s magical philosophy in a nutshell.

As I stood there dumbfounded, looking up at the sky, someone poked me in the side.

“Sir Teo, surely you’re capable of this much. Is there really any need to gawk like that?”

At Mirna’s question, I crossed my arms.

“Who knows.”

Even if I were a grand mage like her, Ayra’s magic had something mine lacked—elegance and grace.

My spellcraft leaned heavily toward practicality. No aesthetic sense. Just functional and blunt.

So even if I used a similar spell, it probably wouldn’t captivate people like this.

Stella spoke up.

“Honestly... it’d be hard to follow that.”

Her eyes were fixed on Queen Ayra, standing alone amidst the raining meteors. Watching her back like that—it was hard to believe we were even on a battlefield.

***

Seizing the fortress after that hail of fire was about as easy as picking clams from the shore at low tide.

The monsters that had shown themselves outside were now all slaughtered, and the forces of Angmar reclaimed the wall without much resistance.

Thanks to that, I was able to climb the high walls and look down upon the interior of Gargarta.

Only Elga and I—who hadn’t directly fought—looked relatively fine. Then Stella wrinkled her nose. _{fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm}