Taming The Villainesses novel Chapter 405

I had told Marmar and Balan beforehand.

That we weren’t in Roman for sightseeing, and that there wouldn’t be time to relax or enjoy the city.

But that didn’t mean I’d come here to undertake some grand mission either.

It wasn’t a tourist trip, but I had come with a relatively light heart—just to finish my business and return quickly to report back to the brides.

And yet now, I was about to meet with the Archbishop of Roman—Antiek.

He might well be the ultimate adversary in all this, or perhaps the figure pulling the strings from the shadows. The sudden arrangement of this meeting left me with a bitter taste in my mouth.

“That... Se, Saint Priga was one head of the Church... and this man is the other. I can’t imagine what kind of man he’ll turn out to be. If anything goes wrong, I, Balan, am prepared to offer up my body...!”

We entered what could only be described as the enemy’s stronghold—no, the very seat of their power: the Sanctum of the Holy King.

Though Saint Priga’s residence in Gracia was also referred to by the same name, in a strict sense, this place was the one truly worthy of it.

After all, the Gracia faction of the Church had splintered off from here long ago. The origin and tradition belonged to this side. This city was older, and with it, came legitimacy.

Of course, just because something is older or more legitimate doesn’t automatically make it right or good. Still, the towering architecture built on centuries of history was undeniably impressive.

━This place... it’s extraordinarily nymph-friendly...!

━Look, it even has nymph statues...!

For some reason, there were a surprising number of nymphs around, who looked like tourists.

The gleaming ivory marble floors, the towering columns, and the impossibly high ceiling decorated with murals resembling a divine creation scene—it all hit with overwhelming majesty.

“Being in a place like this... even someone with no faith might start to believe.”

It reminded me of the first time I’d walked into Angmar’s royal palace.

In a place like this...

“In a place like this, who does live here...?”

Marmar’s words snapped me out of my thoughts. The timing was so eerily appropriate that it made me laugh. I guess we humans—and imps with tails—aren’t so different in how we think.

Swoosh. Flick.

“Ah! Comrade! Why are you grabbing my tail?! You can’t just pull it—tails can come off, you know!”

“I just... wanted to see what it felt like.”

Marmar flailed in a panic, checking if her tail was still attached. Looking past her shoulder at the pillars, I found myself wondering the same question again.

Who lives in a place like this?

In the glorious and imposing Angmar palace, Ayra, a woman of equal grandeur, sat proudly on her throne.

Then what kind of person would dwell in this grand divine sanctuary?

Of course, I knew of the Archbishop of Roman—Antiek. But I didn’t know much about him, and I’d deliberately avoided learning more.

I didn’t want to form preconceived notions.

Still, if I had to imagine him, perhaps a stern, bearded priest in his old age? Or maybe a kindly elderly man with white hair and pale skin?

Perhaps even a plump, ambitious schemer.

Just then, the priest guiding us pointed to a door.

“This way. This is the reception room of the Sanctum. Archbishop Antiek is already waiting inside.”

“Then °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° Marmar, Balan—you two wait here.”

Following the priests, I entered the room.

There, already seated, was a man in long white priestly robes. And the moment I saw him, I had to admit that my imagination had been far too narrow.

Sssht.

He rose from his chair and extended a hand toward me.

“Welcome, Teo Gospel. I am Antiek, Archbishop of Roman.”

He was a giant of a man—not inferior to Reinhardt in size. I had to crane my neck just to meet his gaze.

He looked to be in his early to mid-40s. His hairline receded in an M-shape, and his left eye was covered by a luxurious eyepatch.

His face was covered with scars and burn marks... to be honest, if not for the priestly robes, he would’ve looked more like a warrior, a thief, a pirate, or a bandit than a clergyman.

Sssht.

Perhaps noticing my stare, the man touched his eyepatch and face.

“I know what you’re thinking. Everyone makes that face the first time they meet me. I suppose my appearance isn’t exactly comforting.”

It was strange hearing a man who looked like a battlefield commander speak with such humble tones—very typical of priests.

But his intimidating frame wasn’t something that could be hidden with words alone.

After all, humility only suits those who are great or powerful. When the powerless humble themselves, it’s not virtue—it’s groveling.

In that sense, this man’s humility was like a sharpened blade.

“Still, I must admit, I was surprised when I first saw you as well, Sir Teo. I had heard you were a feral monk, nearly eight feet tall, with a wild beard.”

“I see.”

“A magician who reached the realm of Grand Magic in the shortest time ever—I imagined someone much rougher and more intense. Though even now, your presence is strong in its own way.”

He chuckled. A laugh full of bold confidence.

I’ve always believed that everything in a person’s life happens for a reason.

If someone stood above others, then they must’ve earned that place—through power, skill, or lineage.

And by that reasoning, Antiek could rightly be called a heroic figure.

At least on the surface, he certainly had the presence to lead others. People tend to choose their leaders carefully, after all. They want someone they can proudly point to and say, “That’s our boss.”

Still...

It was hard to believe that a man like this was secretly orchestrating a coup or operating from the shadows.

But then again, you can never judge a book by its cover.

Even I, a half-fairy barely larger than a mouse, was about to marry five women at once. Who’d look at me and think that?

Sssht.

Archbishop Antiek bent at the waist and knee. When he met my gaze while bowing, I was briefly taken aback. Then he said,

“...But now that I see you in person, I understand. You resemble him. That man. He had the same clear eyes as you, Sir Teo.”

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